He was not long remembered; for when time, Whose days were years, had passed, and fate again Of her he loved so well, her eye betrayed V. He bent him then, in silence, on his way, To where the Alpine monarch, crowned with snows,— Nature's stupendous scenes the minstrel roved, In swift and numberless succession; but The first, the last, the sweetest, and the best, Was love, though wild and hopeless! He would dwell Intensely on the past, and oft evoke Bright shades of visionary bliss from out The inmost depths of his day-dreaming soul; VI. Moons rolled away; yet still it was his choice The glittering snows that shroud their searchless heights, In breathless admiration, would he mark The last rich halo sinking;-and when day On all the wild vicissitudes of life! This might not long endure : back to man's haunts Once more the minstrel, with unwilling feet, Wended; for there were duties, unfulfilled, They had no charms for him. Again he sought Because he had not learned to hate the world, Nor deem men villains, till he found them such! VII. But heavier woes awaited him. The seeds Of sickness, which Misfortune's hand had sown, Το gaze upon his face, and soothe his pain The cell of his dark bosom ;-and they strove VIII. Still there was one regret, one deep regret, Which haunted his young spirit ;-'twas that he, The unowned breathings of whose lyre had wrought should speed Favour with those who knew him not, To his eternal home, nor leave behind A wreath of sweet remembrance for his name ;- His youthful muse had gathered from the mount C Most fondly deemed, his chaplet would find grace Between him and the load-star of his love! It was an idle thought :-those simple strains Which he had breathed for her in earlier years, IX. Such was to be. They said her vows were given To one of Fortune's favorites, and one Of whom the world, and its reports, spake fair; Then what had she to do with thoughts of him, Whose only wealth was of the mind,-whose rank Was slight,-unless nobility of soul May cope with blazoned 'scutcheons? It was meet That he should be forgotten-if he e'er |