That Julio was no flatterer, none at all, She told herself and then she told her beads Meanwhile, the nerves insensibly let fall Two curtains fairer than the lily breeds; Then like a drooping rose so bended she, A portrait Fancy painted while she dozed: 'Tis very natural, some people say, To dream of what we dwell on in the day. Still shone her face yet not, alas! the same, Her eyes resigned their light, her lips their bloom, Her teeth fell out, her tresses did the same, Her cheeks were tinged with bile, her eyes with rheum : There was a throbbing at her heart within, For, O! there was a shooting in her chin. And, lo! upon her sad desponding brow The cruel trenches of besieging age, With seams, but most unseemly, 'gan to show Some locks that time had left her in his rage, Doubles the hams, and crooks the straightest necks, but grow no straighter So time with fair Bianca dealt, and made And twisted all awry her "winsome marrow.' The holy Pope before her chest grew narrow, Her grief and gall meanwhile were quite extreme, Set in for singleness, though growing double? And here just here as she began to heed That cried the hour from one to twenty-four. Of workmanship, it struck some dozens more; By twenty she had quite renounced the veil; She thought of Julio just at twenty-one, And thirty made her very sad and pale, To paint that ruin where her charms would run; And thought no higher, as the late dream crossed her, And so Bianca changed; the next sweet even, That veiled her blushing cheek, for Julio brought her But what a puzzle is one's serious mind And Julio felt the declaration stick But Love is still the quickest of all readers; Nods, shrugs and bends, Bianca could not choose But soften to his suit with more facility, He told his story with so much agility. "Be thou my park, and I will be thy dear, (So he began at last to speak or quote ;) Be thou my bark, and I thy gondolier, Be thou my dove, and I will be thy cote; This, with more tender logic of the kind, He poured into her small and shell-like ear, That timidly against his lips inclined : Meanwhile her eyes glanced on the silver sphere That even now began to steal behind A dewy vapor, which was lingering near, Wherein the dull moon crept all dim and pale, Just like a virgin putting on the veil : — Bidding adieu to all her sparks the stars, That erst had wooed and worshipped in her trair Saturn and Hesperus, and gallant Mars Never to flirt with heavenly eyes again. Meanwhile, remindful of the convent bars,. Bianca did not watch these signs in vain, But turned to Julio at the dark eclipse, With words, like verbal kisses, on her lips. He took the hint full speedily, and, backed By love, and night, and the occasion's meetness, Bestowed a something on her cheek that smacked (Though quite in silence) of ambrosial sweetness; That made her think all other kisses lacked Till then, but what she knew not, of completeness : Being used but sisterly salutes to feel, Insipid things — like sandwiches of veal. He took her hand, and soon she felt him wring The pretty fingers all, instead of one; Anon his stealthy arm began to cling About her waist that had been clasped by none; Their dear confessions I forbear to sing, Since cold description would but be outrun; OVER THE WAY. "I sat over against a window where there stood a pot with very pretty flowers; and had my eyes fixed on it, when on a sudden the window opened, and a young lady appeared whose beauty struck me." ARABIAN NIGHTS. ALAS! the flames of an unhappy lover O! why are eyes of hazel? noses Grecian ? I've gazed too often, till my heart's as lost I cannot read or write, or thoughts relax- Over the way! Even on Sunday my devotions vary, And from St. Bennet Flint they go astray To dear St. Mary Overy the Mary Over the way! |