L. It died away;-the incense-cloud was driven -He faded mournfully! and dimly red, Parting in clouds from those that look'd their last, And sigh'd-" Farewell, thou sun!"-Eve glow'd and pass'd Night-midnight and the moon-came forth and shed Sleep, even as dew, on glen, wood, peopled spotSave one-a place of death-and there men slumber'd not. LI. 'Twas not within the city-but in sight Of the snow-crown'd sierras, freely sweeping, With many an eagle's eyrie on the height, And hunter's cabin, by the torrent peeping Far off and vales between, and vineyards lay, With sound and gleam of waters on their way, And chesnut-woods, that girt the happy sleeping, In many a peasant-home !—the midnight sky Brought softly that rich world round those that came to die. LII. The darkly-glorious midnight sky of Spain, O bright Theresa! with thy lifted brow, And thy clasp'd hands, and dark eyes fill'd with prayer! And thee, sad Inez! bowing thy fair head, And mantling up thy face, all colourless with dread! LIII. And Alvar, Alvar!-I beheld thee too, LIV. Why came I? oh! the heart's deep mystery!-Why In man's last hour doth vain affection's gaze To the dimm'd eye-balls freezing, as they glaze? I watch'd his features as the night-wind blew, LV. The trampling of a steed!-a tall white steed, A storm's way through a forest-came at speed, And from his seat a breathless rider sprung, And dash'd off fiercely those who came to part, And rush'd to that pale girl, and clasp'd her to his heart. LVI. And for a moment all around gave way To that full burst of passion!-on his breast, Oh love, love, strong as death!-from such an hour Holy and fervent love! had earth but rest For thee and thine, this world were all too fair! How could we thence be wean'd to die without despair? LVII. But she-as falls a willow from the storm, A full deep sense of safety in their hold, As if nought earthly might th' embrace unbind ! Its mother's breast beyond the lightning's reach to kill! LVIII. Brief rest! upon the turning billow's height, LIX. But he, whose arm sustain'd her!-oh! I knew Could mean the sting of death for her soft flowering youth! |