As their iron heels trampled o'er : From each side they met, and joined Their mailed hands o'er the Altar's fire: Then each King his head declined, And knelt before that holy pyre; Their tongues were loosened-slow, they broke Their human natures dared not trust The vouchsafed pardon from the Just: Faith, strengthening in their hearts, awoke, Their dark words were in a tongue And forgiveness were there. XIII. With clasped hands they seemed to wait The award of God and fate, That his will He would reveal; One dread moment-then a peal Of thunder told them they were heard: Then, from hand to hand, each Brother Took the cup, and blest each other! Breathless, I nor spake nor stirred; But I said in my full heart : Oh, that this might not depart ! That, though Kings may give below All hate and envy cease! If we would join the Stars of Heaven, Forgive to be forgiven! The Spirit of Love that reigns above, Hath sworn it shall be so; The Dead that keep their tranced sleep, Have felt the oath below. XIV. I looked to where the Altar shone, But the Life within was flown: Their souls had joined, and were at rest, In Heaven, united with the Blest! I rose, and stole forth from the Church; I walked towards the hoary Sea; I left the land with Shadows rife : ARETHUSA. Now let me lose myself In dreams of Grecian beauty. MARLOWE. A DIM, rich, leafy covert! musical With hum of bees, and Waters' gurgling sound: From leaves, and brooks, and dying airs, that are To quiet and to sweet forgetfulness ! Hark!-'tis the mellow note of Dian's horn: |