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The Angel wrote and vanish'd. The next night
42. BEFORE SEDAN,
Here in this leafy place.
Quiet he lies,
Turned to the skies;
Carry his body hence,
Kings must have slaves;
Over men's graves:
What was the white you touched,
There, at his side ?
Tight ere he died;
Hardly the worst of us
Here could have smiled!
Words of a child;
Look, she is sad to miss,
Morning and night,
Ah, if beside the dead
Slumbered the pain!
Slept with the slain!
HENRY AUSTIN DOBson.
If thou shouldst ever come hy choice or chance
Enter the house prythee, forget it not ---
'Tis of a Lady in her earliest youth,
She sits, inclining forward as to speak,
Alone it hangs
be true or false
Her playmate from her birth, and her first love.
Just as she looks there in her bridal-dress, She was all gentleness, all gaiety, Her pranks the favourite theme of every tongue. But now the day was come, the day, the hour; Now, frowning, smiling, for the hundredth time, The nurse, that ancient lady, preached decorum; And, in the lustre of her youth, she gave Her hand, with her heart in it, to Francesco.
Great was the joy; but at the bridal-feast, When all sat down, the bride was wanting there. Nor was she to be found! Her father cried, (Tis but to make a trial of our love!" And filled his glass to all; but his hand shook, And soon from guest to guest the panic spread. 'Twas but that instant she had left Francesco, Laughing and looking back, and flying still, Her ivory tooth imprinted on his finger. But now, alas! she was not to be found; Nor from that hour could anything be guessed But that she was not! Weary of his life, Francesco flew to Venice, and forth with Flung it away in battle with the Turk. Orsini lived; and long might'st thou have seen An old man wandering as in quest of something, Something he could not find, he knew not what. When he was gone, the house remained awhile Silent and tenantless then went to strangers.
Full fifty years were past and all forgot, When on an idle day, a
day of search 'Mid the old lumber in the gallery, That mouldering chest was noticed; and 'twas said By one as young, as thoughtless as Ginevra, “Why not remove it from its lurking-place?" 'Twas done as soon as said ; but on the way It burst, it fell; and lo, a skeleton, With here and there a pearl, an emerald stone,
A golden clasp, clasping a shred of gold!
44. GOOD NIGHT.
Good night. Too late to take a kiss of thine.
I kissed thee ere thy tired eyes closed in rest: Methinks thy brow hath something too divine
For kisses now. So be it; it is best.
Good night. Soft folds are wrapped about thee well:
Careless, my arms may lose thee from their hold. What though the hours be dark, and night-winds swell,
Thy sleep is sound; thou wilt not feel the cold.
Good night. O little one, in dreams locked fast!
Say, wilt thou miss me where I lie apart? Our hands will not be joined, as in time past,
Nor thy small head close pillowed on my heart.
Another Eye than mine shall watch thy waking;
A fonder kiss shall thrill thee with the light. Only, in that sweet morning's sudden breaking,
Keep one for me, one child-kiss! So, good night.