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Who chose thee for his shadow! Thou chief star!
Centre of many stars! which mak’st our earth
Endurable, and temperest the hues
And hearts of all who walk within thy rays !
Sire of the seasons! Monarch of the climes,
And those who dwell in them! for near or far,
Our inborn spirits have a tint of thee,
Even as our outward aspects ;—thou dost rise,
And shine, and set in glory. Fare thee well!
I ne'er shall see thee more. As my first glance
Of love and wonder was for thee, then take
My latest look : thou wilt not beam on one
To whom the gifts of life and warmth have been
Of a more fatal nature. He is gone:
I follow.



The MountainsThe Castle of Manfred at some

distance-A Terrace before a Tower -- Time, Twilight.

HERMAN, Manuel, and other Dependants of


Her. 'Tis strange enough; night after night, for


He hath pursued long vigils in this tower,
Without a witness. I have been within it,-
So have we all been oft-times; but from it,
Or its contents, it were impossible
To draw conclusions absolute, of aught
His studies tend to. To be sure, there is
One chamber where none enter ; I would give
The fee of what I have to come these three years,
To pore upon its mysteries.

"Twere dangerous; Content thyself with what thou knowest already.

HER. Ah! Manuel! thou art elderly and wise, And couldst say much; thou hast dwelt within the

How many years is 't ?

MANUEL. Ere Count Manfred's birth,
I served his father, whom he nought resembles.

Her. There be more sons in like predicament.
But wherein do they differ?

I speak not
Of features or of form, but mind and habits:
Count Sigismund was proud, -but gay and free,-
A warrior and a reveller; he dwelt not
With books and solitude, nor made the night
A gloomy vigil, but a festal time,
Merrier than day; he did not walk the rocks

And forests like a wolf, nor turn aside
From men and their delights.

Her. Beshrew the hour,
But those were jocund times! I would that such
Would visit the old walls again; they look
As if they had forgotten them.

These walls
Must change their chieftain first. Oh! I have seen
Some strange things in them, Herman.

Her. Come, be friendly;
Relate me some to while away our watch:
I've heard thee darkly speak of an event
Which happen'd hereabouts, by this same tower.

Manuel. That was a night indeed; I do remember
'Twas twilight, as it may be now, and such
Another evening ;-yon red cloud, which rests
On Eigher's pinnacle, so rested then,
So like that it might be the same; the wind
Was faint and gusty, and the mountain snows
Began to glitter with the climbing moon;
Count Manfred was, as now, within his tower,-
How occupied, we knew not, but with him
The sole companion of his wanderings
And watchings-her, whom of all earthly things
That lived, the only thing he seem'd to love,-
As he, indeed, by blood was bound to do,

The lady Astarte, his

Hush! who comes here?

Enter the ABBOT. ABBOT. Where is your master ? HER. Yonder, in the tower. ABBot. I must speak with him. MANUEL.

'Tis impossible;
He is most private, and must not be thus
Intruded on.

Upon myself I take
The forfeit of my fault, if fault there be-
But I must see him.

Thou hast seen him once
This eve already.

Herman! I command thee,
Knock, and apprize the Count of my approach.

HER. We dare not.

ABBO'r. Then it seems I must be herald
Of my own purpose.

Reverend father, stop-
I pray you pause.

Why so?

But step this way, And I will tell you further.



Interior of the Tower.

MANFRED alone.

Man. The stars are forth, the moon above the tops Of the snow-shining mountains.—Beautiful! I linger yet with Nature, for the night Hath been to me a more familiar face Than that of man; and in her starry shade Of dim and solitary loveliness, I learn'd the language of another world. I do remember me, that in my youth, When I was wandering,-upon such a night I stood within the Coliseum's wall, Midst the chief relics of almighty Rome; The trees which grew along the broken arches Waved dark in the blue midnight, and the stars Shone through the rents of ruin; from afar The watchdog bayed beyond the Tiber; and More near from out the Cæsars' palace came The owl's long cry, and, interruptedly, Of distant sentinels the fitful song

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