All on the ground entranced he lay; -When, lo!--a kiss as cold as clay, That moment through a rifted cloud, Her dusky veil aside she threw, And shew'd a face most fair: "My Love! my ELLA!" EDMUND flew, And clasped the yielding air! Ha! who art thou?" His cheek grew pale: A well-known voice replied, "ELLA, the lilly of the vale! "ELLA-thy destined bride!" To win his neck her airy arms To shun the visionary maid His speed outstript the wind; But, though unseen to move,-the shade Was evermore behind! So Death's unerring arrows glide, Yet seem suspended still; Nor pause, nor shrink, nor turn aside, O'er many a mountain, moor, and vale, The ghost of ELLA, wild and pale, But when the dawn began to gleam, Three days, bewilder'd and forlorn, 'Twas evening :-all the air was balm, The heavens serenely clear; When the soft musick of a psalm Came pensive o'er his ear. Then sunk his heart ;-a strange surmise Made all his blood run cold: He flew, -a funeral met his eyes! He paused, a death-bell toll'd. "Tis she! 'tis she !"-He burst away; And bending o'er the spot Where all that once was ELLA lay, He all beside forgot! A maniack now, in dumb despair, He wanders, weeps, and watches there, And every eve of pale St. Mark, He walks with ELLA in the dark, At fond sixteen my roving heart Where circling woods embower'd the glade, I stole her hand,--it shrunk,—but no! With all the fervency of youth, Not with a warmer, purer ray, But, swifter than the frighted dove, The angel of affliction rose, Yet, in the glory of my pride, I stood, and all his wrath defied; I shunn'd my nymph;-and knew not why. I durst not meet her gentle eye: 1 shunn'd her-for I could not bear To marry her to my despair. Yet, sick at heart with hope delay'd, Glanced, like the rainbow, o'er my mind, The storm blew o'er, and in my breast 'Twas on the merry morn of May, |