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“Where every hue that charm'd before
“ The blackness of my bosom wore.
“ The rest thou dost already know,
“And all my sins, and half my wo.
“But talk no more of penitence;
“Thou see'st I soon shall part from hence:
“And if thy holy tale were true,
66 The deed that's done can'st thou undo?
“ Think me not thankless—but this grief
“ Looks not to priesthood for relief. (41)
“My soul's estate in secret guess :
“But would'st thou pity more, say less.
“When thou can'st bid my Leila live,
“ Then will I sue thee to forgive;
“ Then plead my cause in that high place
“ Where purchased masses proffer grace.
“Go, when the hunter's hand hath wrung
6. From forest-cave her shrieking young,
“And calm the lonely lioness :
“But sooth not-mock not
“In earlier days, and calmer hours,
“When heart with heart delights to blend, “Where bloom my native valley's bowers “ I had-Ah! have I now ?
-a friend! "To him this pledge I charge thee send,
“ Memorial of a youthful vow; “I would remind him of my end :
“ Though souls absorb'd like mine allow
“ Brief thought to distant friendship’s claim,
“Yet dear to him my blighted name.
6 'Tis strange-he prophesied my doom,
66 And I have smiled-I then could smile6. When Prudence would his voice assume, 1230
" And warn-I reck'd not what—the while : “But now remembrance whispers o'er “Those accents scarcely mark'd before. “Say—that his bodings came to pass,
“And he will start to hear their truth, 1135
" And wish his words had not been sooth: “Tell him, unheeding as I was,
“ Through many a busy bitter scene
“Of all our golden youth had been, “ In pain, my faltering tongue had tried 1240 “ To bless his memory ere I died ; “ But heaven in wrath would turn away, * If Guilt should for the guiltless pray. “ I do not ask him not to blame, “ Too gentle he to wound my name;
1245 6 And what have I to do with fame? “I do not ask him not to mourn, “Such cold request might sound like scorn; s And what than friendship's manly tear May better grace a brother's bier ?
1250 “ But bear this ring, his own of old, “ And tell him—what thou dost behold! “The wither'd frame, the ruin'd mind, 6. The wreck by passion left behind,
“ A shrivell’d scroll, a scatter'd leaf,
Sear'd by the autumn blast of grief !
“ Tell me no more of fancy's gleam,
“No, father, no, 'twas not a dream;
“ Alas! the dreamer first must sleep,
“I only watch'd, and wish'd to weep;
“But could not, for my burning brow
6. Throbb’d to the very brain as now:
"I wish'd but for a single tear,
“ As something welcome, new, and dear:
“I wish'd it then, I wish it still,
“Despair is stronger than my will.
“Waste not thine orison, despair
“Is mightier than thy pious prayer:
“I would not, if I might, be blest,
“I want no paradise but rest.
6. 'Twas then, I tell thee, father! then
“I saw her; yes, she lived again;
“ And shining in her white symar, (42)
“ As through yon pale gray cloud the star
“Which now I gaze on, as on her,
“ Who look'd and looks far lovelier;
“ Dimly I view its trembling spark;
“ To-morrow's night shall be more dark;
" And I, before its rays appear,
“That lifeless thing the living fear.
6 I wander, father! for my soul
“Is fleeting towards the final goal.
“I saw her, friar! and I rose
“Forgetful of our former woes ;
“ And rushing from my couch, I dart,
“And clasp her to my desperate heart;
“I clasp-what is it that I clasp ?
“ No breathing form within my grasp,
“No heart that beats reply to mine,
“Yet, Leila! yet the form is thine !
“And art thou, dearest, changed so much,
“ As meet my eye, yet mock my touch?
“Ah! were thy beauties e'er so cold,
“I care not, so my arms enfold
“ The all they ever wish'd to hold.
6 Alas! around a shadow prest,
“They shrink upon my lonely breast;
“ Yet still 'tis there! In silence stands,
“ And beckons with beseeching hands!
“ With braided air, and bright-black eye-
“I knew 'twas false--she could not die!
“ But he is dead! within the dell
“ I saw him buried where he fell ;
“ He comes not, for he cannot break
“From earth; why then art thou awake ?
“ They told me wild waves rolld above
6. The face I view, the form I love;
“ They told me- -'twas a hideous tale!
“I'd tell it, but my tongue would fail :
“ If true, and from thine ocean cave
" Thou com'st to claim a calmer grave;
“Oh ! pass thy dewy fingers o'er
66 This brow that then will burn no more;
“Or place them on my hopeless heart:
“But, shape or shade! whate'er thou art,
“In mercy ne'er again depart!
Or further with thee bear my soul
Than winds can waft or waters roll !
“ Such is my name, and such my tale.
“ Confessor! to thy secret ear, “I breathe the sorrows I bewail,
« And thank thee for the generous tear
“This glazing eye could never shed.
" Then lay me with the humblest dead,
“ And, save the cross above my head,
“Be neither name nor emblem spread,
By prying stranger to be read,
“Or stay the passing pilgrim's tread."
He pass'd-nor of his name and race
Hath left a token or a trace,
Save what the father must not say
Who shrived him on his dying day:
This broken tale was all we knew
Of her he loved, or him he slew. (43)