Looked down, enchanting Garonnelle, Thy wild and mulberry-shaded dell, And thrushes sing "I love! I love!" Though many a drop may yet be seen To tell us where a cloud has been) Building castles on the floor, And feigning, as they grew in size, New troubles and new dangers; 150 With dimpled cheeks and laughing eyes, St. Pierre sate by, nor saw nor smiled. And his heart told him he had dealt Unkindly with his child. A father may awhile refuse; But who can for another chuse? When her young blushes had revealed The secret from herself concealed, Why promise what her tears denied, That she should be De Courcy's bride? -Wouldst thou, presumptuous as thou art, O'er Nature play the tyrant's part, 160 170 And with the hand compel the heart? Oh rather, rather hope to bind The ocean-wave, the mountain-wind; Or fix thy foot upon the ground To stop the planet rolling round. The light was on his face; and there You might have seen the passions driv'n— Like clouds across the face of Heav'n. Now he sighed heavily; and now, His hand withdrawing from his brow, He shut the volume with a frown, To walk his troubled spirit down: -When Manchon, that had snuffed the ground, And sought and sought, but never found, 180 Leapt up and to the casement flew, And looked and barked and vanished thro'. " "Tis Jacqueline! 'tis Jacqueline!" 190 Her little brother laughing cried. "I know her by her kirtle green, "She comes along the mountain-side; "Now turning by the traveller's seat,"Now resting in the hermit's cave, "Now kneeling, where the pathways meet, "To the cross on the stranger's grave. And, by the soldier's cloak, I know "(There, there along the ridge they go) D'Arcy, the gentle and the brave! "Look up-why will you not?" he cries, His rosy hands before his eyes; 200 For on that incense-breathing eve The sun shone out, as loth to leave. "See to the rugged rock she clings! "She calls, she faints, and D'Arcy springs; "D'Arcy so dear to us, to all; "Who, for you told me on your knee, "When in the fight he saw you fall, "Saved you for Jacqueline and me!" 210 And true it was! The mournful night When D'Arcy from the crowd she drew. " Nor that refuse to take, |