XIII. "Thou art my Sun!-ah! leave not to die Hear me, great Pan!-Great Nature! hear my cry! XIV. She said; and pitying Nature heard the prayer. XV. Age, premature, with knotty cramps deforms XVI. "Witch! demon! fiend!" But she! -one shriek receives The granted prayer—one anguish'd glance replies; Like a poor, helpless, startled bird she flies ; There, lost in ecstacy of sorrow, grieves Over the ruined form, her passion's sacrifice. XVII. "Witch! demon! fiend!-and yet appear once more; XVIII. One pause!-all silent sadness!--no reply- He strikes -But then a sudden horror chill, Through every quivering, trembling leaf, doth thrill; And from the bark some silent drops distil Thus fell the loveliest of the virgin train— The lovers of English poetry will observe numerous coincidences in this little poem, which the nature of the subject would not allow to be marked in the text. The author has allowed himself to enrich his lines by allusions to the revered classics of his own language, as the more learned have done by those of the ancient world. END OF THE TALE OF AN OAK TREE. |