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“ Then deem it evil, what thou wilt; “But say, oh say, hers was not guilt! “She was my life's unerring light:

1145 “That quench’d, what beam shall break my night?

Oh! would it shone to lead me still, “ Although to death or deadliest ill ! "Why marvel ye, if they who lose “This present joy, this future hope,

1150 “No more with sorrow meekly cope; “In phrensy then their fate accuse: “In madness do those fearful deeds

“That seem to add but guilt to wo? “ Alas! the breast that inly bleeds

1155 “ Hath nought to dread from outward blow : “ Who falls from all he knows of bliss, “ Cares little into what abyss. “ Fierce as the gloomy vulture's now

“To thee, old man, my deeds appear : 1160 “I read abhorrence on thy brow,

“And this too was I born to bear! 6 'Tis true, that, like that bird of prey, 6. With havock have I mark'd my way: “But this was taught me by the dove,

1165 “ To die-and know no second love. “ This lesson yet hath man to learn, “Taught by the thing he dares to spurn:

The bird that sings within the brake,




“ The swan that swims upon the lake,
“ One mate, and one alone, will take.
66 And let the fool still prone to range,
“And sneer on all who 'cannot change,
“Partake his jest with boasting boys ;
“I envy not his varied joys,
"But deem such feeble, heartless man,
" Less than yon solitary swan ;
“ Far, far beneath the shallow maid
“He left believing and betray'd.
“ Such shame at least was never mine-
“ Leila! each thought was only thine !
“My good, my guilt, my weal, my wo,
“My hope on high-my all below.
“Earth holds no other like to thee,
“ Or, if it doth, in vain for me:
"For worlds I dare not view the dame
“Resembling thee, yet not the same.
“ The very crimes that mar my youth.
“This bed of death-attest my truth!
“ 'Tis all too late-thou wert, thou art
“ The cherish'd madness of my heart !



66 And she was lost—and yet I breathed,

“But not the breath of human life: “A serpent round my heart was wreathed,

“And stung my every thought to strife. 6 Alike all time, abhorr'd all place,

Shuddering I shrunk from Nature's face,


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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,
“ 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;
6 Then plead my cause in that high place
“ Where purchased masses proffer grace.
“Go, when the hunter's hand hath wrung
“ From forest-cave her shrieking young,
“ And calm the lonely lioness:
“But sooth not-mock not my distress!




“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 ! 6 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.
“ 'Tis strange-he prophesied my doom,

6 And I have smiled-I then could smile66 When Prudence would his voice assume, 1230 " And warn

1-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; 6 But heaven in wrath would turn away, “ If Guilt should for the guiltless pray. “ I do not ask him not to blame, 6 Too gentle he to wound my name;

1245 « 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, “ 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.
“ '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.





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