Yet these in vain his eye could scarcely scan 90 VII. Not unrejoiced to see him once again, Warm was his welcome to the haunts of men ; The common pleasure or the general care; That kept at least frivolity aloof; 110 And things more timid that beheld him near, In silence gaz'd, or whisper'd mutual fear; And they the wiser, friendlier few confess'd They deem'd him better than his air express'd. VIII. "Twas strange-in youth all action and all life, Burning for pleasure, not averse from strife; Woman-the field-the ocean--all that gave Promise of gladness, peril of a grave, In turn he tried-he ransack'd all below, 120 No tame, trite medium; for his feelings sought In that intenseness an escape from thought To curse the wither'd heart that would not break. IX, 131 Books, for his volume heretofore was Man, O'er the dark gallery, where his fathers frown'd They heard, but whisper'd-" that must not be known "The sound of words less earthly than his own. 140 "Yes, they who chose might smile, but some had seen They scarce knew what, but more than should have been. "Why gaz'd he so upon the ghastly head "Which hands profane had gather'd from the dead, "That still beside his open'd volume lay, "As if to startle all save him away? "Why slept he not when others were at rest? Why heard no music, and received no guest? "All was not well they deemed--but where the wrong? "Some knew perchance-but 'were a tale too long; "And such besides were too discreetly wise, 150 "To more than hint their knowledge in surmise; "But if they would-they could"-around the board Thus Lara's vassals prattled of their lord. X. It was the night-and Lara's glassy stream The immortal lights that live along the sky: 160 And Innocence would offer to her love. These deck the shore; the waves their channel make In windings bright and mazy like the snake. All was so still, so soft in earth and air You scarce would start to meet a spirit there; To walk in such a scene, on such a night! It was a moment only for the good: 170 So Lara deemed, nor longer there he stood, Such scene his soul no more could contemplate: Of skies more cloudless, moons of purer blaze, A night of beauty mock'd such breast as his. 180 XI. He turned within his solitary hall, And his high shadow shot along the wall; That speeds the specious tale from age to age; |