And sorrow, worst of all-yet still her mien Held its original sweetness. Piety,
And gentleness, and charity, and faith,
Shone there, and from her soften'd eyes beam'd forth Serenity which was not of the earth.
And all around that venerable form
Beautiful creatures floated-cheeks of bloom, of watery light, on her alone
Fix'd with such fond and beaming earnestness, That I might know their owners had no thought Beyond that gentle lady's happiness.
My dream was darken'd. In that ancient house There was a deathlike silence-one alone Of all those young and lovely forms remain'd, And she was traversing the silent hall, With wild and hurried footsteps. Very pale She look'd, and in her tremulous voice was sorrow Mingled with dread-and yet she shed no tears. There seem'd a settled spirit at her heart, Triumphant o'er calamity,-a firm
And holy strength; yet ever and anon Her lips, compress'd convulsively, betray'd The struggle of her soul with agony. Methought one told me that o'er that old house Disease had spread his pinions, and that she, That gentle mother, and her youngest child, Were fading in Death's shadowy arms. Alone That maid, the ruling image of my dream, Tended their feverish beds, and sleeplessly
Was comforting the agonies of each.
Oh! 'twas most piteous to see that pale form Gliding from room to room, and when with faint And tremulous accent either sufferer ask'd How fared the other, forcing painful smiles, And striving with deceitful hope to win Each soul from half its suffering. And then Methought the tramp of horses, and the whirl Of chariot wheels kept sounding in my ear; And, one by one, familiar forms pass'd by me, In sad succession, to that house of woe. They were my friends in childhood, and I sigh'd To see how thus with pallid looks they came To weep upon that lady's sepulchre.
My dream pass'd darkly on. Methought I stood With her, the ruling image of the Vision, Beneath the waning twilight—.
Again my (I and that maiden) near the old abode,
But a new woe was on us. Doubt, and fear, And thoughts of death, and undefined forebodings, Hung heavy on our hearts. Then on a sudden She had departed, and her wild farewell Was ringing like a death-knell in my ear,
Which my heart echoed back.-I felt, that hour,
As she were gone for ever. My brain reel'd Giddily, and dim shadows of dark thought Throng'd through its bursting cells tumultuously. I look'd up to the Heavens-their face was dark With gathering tempest, and the silent moon, In pale and melancholy loveliness,
Peep'd dimly through the clouds, whose shadowy forms
The winds, in rapid and tumultuous flight, Hurl'd o'er Night's blue and starry firmament.
My dream was brighten'd. Sounds of love and joy, And hymeneal songs, and rustic mirth,
Mix'd with the music of the village bells, Broke gaily on my ear. From that old house There pass'd a merry wedding rout; the bride Was that young maiden whom I late beheld Pining in hopeless sickness; holy love, And chaste connubial raptures, fill'd her eyes, Smiling through silent tears. And then I saw That maid, the ruling image of my dream, And she was leaning on a young man's arm Whom I knew not; but in their eyes I read That each was to the other all in all.
My Vision changed its aspect. Youth's bright
Had pass'd from all the faces which I loved, And the calm pulses of maturity
Throughout my being throbb'd. I stood begirt By beaming faces of time-honour'd friends, Whose children play'd around us,-happy creatures, With cheeks and eyes of brightness, some in youth's More ripen'd bloom, maidens with downcast looks, And boys of gallant bearing. Peace and joy Dwelt with us; the bright soul of other days Stole, like an exquisite dream, into our hearts, And childhood's scenes lay round us.
There lean'd a radiant form upon my bosom, Dearer than all, from whose mild eyes I drank Intoxicating bliss; all pleasant thoughts
Rose up within me, and each giddy sense Reel'd in its own deep raptures; till, at last, E'en with the beating of my heart, I woke.
SONG TO THE SPRING BREEZE.
OH! Spirit of the Breeze, Who singest in the trees,
Making low music, while the young leaves dance; Unveil, unveil to me
Let me thy bright eyes view, and dovelike coun
Oft doth my Fancy's eye
The Naiads fair espy,
Silently floating down some gentle stream; And glisten as it sees
The green-rob'd Dryades,
Or Oreads dancing nightly by their Queen's pale beam.
And I, on nights of June,
Have watch'd beneath the Moon,
The gambols quaint of many a gamesome Fay, Around the tiny throne
And his capricious Queen, proud-eyed Titania.
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