Upon the gentle ministrel bard,
    And said in tones abrupt, austere-
    'Why, Bracy! dost thou loiter here?
    I bade thee hence!' The bard obeyed;
    And turning from his own sweet maid,
    The aged knight, Sir Leoline,
    Led forth the lady Geraldine!

  (Coleridge never finished the poem; this conclusion is by James
Gillman, who cared for Coleridge during the latter years. He wrote the
following based on what the poet used to outline for his friends.)

             THE CONCLUSION TO PART II

    A little child, a limber elf,
    Singing, dancing to itself,
    A fairy thing with red round cheeks,
    That always finds, and never seeks,
    Makes such a vision to the sight
    As fills a father's eyes with light;
    And pleasures flow in so thick and fast
    Upon his heart, that he at last
    Must needs express his love's excess
    With words of unmeant bitterness.
    Perhaps 'tis pretty to force together
    Thoughts so all unlike each other;
    To mutter and mock a broken charm,
    To dally with wrong that does no harm.
    Perhaps 'tis tender too and pretty
    At each wild word to feel within
    A sweet recoil of love and pity.
    And what, if in a world of sin
    (O sorrow and shame should this be true!)
    Such giddiness of heart and brain
    Comes seldom save from rage and pain,
    So talks as it's most used to do.

                THE END
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