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“ Such as our Turkish neighbourhood

“ Hath mingled with our Polish blood, « Dark as above us is the sky; “ But through it stole a tender light, Like the first moonrise at midnight; “ Large, dark, and swimming in the stream, " Which seem'd to melt to its own beam; “ All love, half languor, and half fire, “ Like saints that at the stake expire, " And lift their raptured looks on high, “ As though it were a joy to die, A brow like a midsummer lake,

« Transparent with the sun therein, " When waves no murmur dare to make,

“And heaven beholds her face within. “ A cheek and lip—but why proceed?

" I loved her then I love her still; And such as I am, love indeed

« In fierce extremes-in good and ill. “ But still we love even in our rage, “. And haunted to our very age “ With the rain shadow of the past, As is Mazeppa to the last.




VI. We met—we gazed—I saw, and sigh’d, “ She did not speak, and yet replied;


“ There are ten thousand tones and signs “We hear and see, but none defines “ Involuntary sparks of thought, “ Which strike from out the heart o’erwrought, “ And form a strange intelligence, “ Alike mysterious and intense, “ Which link the burning chain that binds, 240 “ Without their will, young hearts and minds; “ Conveying, as the electric wire, “ We know not how, the absorbing fire.“ I saw, and sigh’d-in silence wept, .“ And still reluctant distance kept,

245 ,“ Until I was made known to her, “ And we might then and there confer “ Without suspicion—then, even then,

“ I long’d, and was resolved to speak; .“ But on my lips they died again,

- 250

250 “ The accents tremulous and weak, “ Until one hour.—There is a game,

A frivolous and foolish play,

“ Wherewith we while away the day; “ It is—I have forgot the name,

255 “ And we to this, it seems, were set, “By some strange chance, which I forget: “ I reck'd not if I won or lost,

“ It was enough for me to be
“ So near to hear, and oh! to see


“ The being whom I loved the most.“ “ I watch'd her as a sentinel, “ (May ours this dark night watch as well!) .

“ Until I saw, and thus it was, # “ That she was pensive, nor perceived 265

“ Her occupation, nor was grieved Nor glad to lose or gain; but still “ Play'd on for hours, as if her will “Yet bound her to the place, though not “ That hers might be the winning lot. 270 “ Then through my brain the thought did pass “ Even as a flash of lightning there, “ That there was something in her air “ Which would not doom me to despair ; “. And on the thought my words broke forth, “ All incoherent as they were

276 “ Their eloquence was little worth,

But yet she listen'd—'tis enough-
“ Who listens once will listen twice;
“ Her heart, be sure, is not of ice,

280 “ And one refusal no rebuff.

VII. “ I loved, and was beloved again

“ They tell me, Sire, you never knew

“ Those gentle frailties; if 'tis true, “ I shorten all my joy or pain ;.


To you twould seem absurd as vain;
“ But all men are not born to reign,
“ Or o'er their passions, or as you
Thus o'er themselves and nations too.
I am-ór rather was—a prince,

290 A chief of thousands, and could lead

“ Them on where each would foremost bleed; .“ But could not o'er myself evince “ The like control—But to resume: " I loved, and was beloved again;

295 In sooth, it is a happy doom,

“But yet where happiest ends in pain.“ We met in secret, and the hour “ Which led me to that lady's bower “ Was fiery Expectation's dower.

300 “ My days and nights were nothing all “ Except that hour, which doth recal “ In the long lapse from youth to age

“No other like itself—I'd give

“ The Ukraine back again to live “ It o'er once more and be a page, “ The happy page, who was the lord “ Of one soft heart, and his own sword, “ And had no other gem nor wealth “ Save nature's gift of youth and health. 310 We met in secret-doubly sweet, • Some say, they find it so to meet;


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I know not that I would have given

“My life but to have call'd her mine “ In the full view of earth and heaven; .. .“ For I did oft and long repine That we could only meet by stealth.


VIII. “For lovers there are many eyes,

“ And such there were on us;—the devil On such occasions should be civil

320 “ The devil!- I'm loth to do him wrong,

“ It might be some untoward saint, “ Who would not be at rest too long,

“ But to his pious bile gave vent“ But one fair night, some lurking spies 325 “ Surprised and seized us both. “ The Count was something more than wrothI was unarm'd; but if in steel, “ All cap-à-pie from head to heel, “ What 'gainst their numbers could I do?- 330 “ 'Twas near his castle, far away

“ From city or from succour near, And almost on the break of day; “ I did not think to see another,

“My moments seem'd reduced to few; 335 “ And with one prayer to Mary Mother,

And, it may be, a saint or two,

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