ALL thoughts, all passions, all delights, All are but ministers of Love, And feed his sacred flame. Oft in my waking dreams do I The moonshine, stealing o'er the scene, My own dear Genevieve! She leaned against the armèd man, Amid the lingering light. Few sorrows hath she of her own, The songs that make her grieve. I played a soft and doleful air, 5 ΤΟ 15 20 She listened with a flitting blush, With downcast eyes and modest grace ; I told her of the Knight that wore I told her how he pined: and ah ! She listened with a flitting blush, Too fondly on her face! But when I told the cruel scorn That crazed that bold and lovely Knight, 25 30 35 40 That sometimes from the savage den, 45 And sometimes from the darksome shade, And sometimes starting up at once In green and sunny glade, COLERIDGE There came and looked him in the face And that he knew it was a Fiend, This miserable Knight! 13 50 And that unknowing what he did, He leaped amid a murderous band, And saved from outrage worse than death 55 And how she wept, and clasped his knees; And ever strove to expiate The scorn that crazed his brain ; And that she nursed him in a cave; A dying man he lay ; His dying words-but when I reached 60 65 All impulses of soul and sense 70 The music and the doleful tale, The rich and balmy eve; And hopes, and fears that kindle hope, She wept with pity and delight, I heard her breathe my name. Her bosom heaved-she stepped aside, She fled to me and wept. She half enclosed me with her arms, And gazed upon my face. 'Twas partly love, and partly fear, I calmed her fears, and she was calm, My bright and beauteous Bride. S. T. COLERIDGE. 75 80 85 90 95 SOUTHEY REASON FOR LOVE'S BLINDNESS I HAVE heard of reasons manifold Why Love must needs be blind, 15 LOVE INDESTRUCTIBLE THEY sin who tell us Love can die. In Heaven Ambition cannot dwell, They perish where they have their birth; Its holy flame for ever burneth, From Heaven it came, to Heaven returneth ; At times deceived, at times oppressed, Then hath in heaven its perfect rest; But the harvest time of Love is there. R. SOUTHEY. 5 ΙΟ 15 |