But being naked, she was shock'd, you know, CXXX. But taking him into her father's house CXXXI. And therefore, with her maid, she thought it best. (A virgin always on her maid relies) To place him in the cave for present rest: And when, at last, he open'd his black eyes, Their charity increased about their guest; And their compassion grew to such a size, It open'd half the turnpike-gates to heaven(St. Paul says 'tis the toll which must be given.) CXXXII. They made a fire, but such a fire as they A mast was almost crumbled to a crutch; But, by God's grace, here wrecks were in such plenty, That there was fuel to have furnish'd twenty. CXXXIII. He had a bed of furs, and a pelisse, For Haidee stripp'd her sables off to make She and her maid, and promised by daybreak For breakfast, of eggs, coffee, bread, and fish. And thus they left him to his lone repose : Juan slept like a top, or lik the dead, Who sleep at last, perhaps, (God only knows) Throbb'd in accursed dreams, which sometimes spread Unwelcome visions of our former years, Till the eye, cheated, opens thick with tears. CXXXV. Young Juan slept all dreamless :-but the maid, CXXXVI. And pensive to her father's house she went, Better than her knew what, in fact, she meant, A year or two's an age when rightly spent, CXXXVII. The morn broke, and found Juan slumbering still CXXXVIII. Not so Haidee; she sadly toss'd and tumbled, And call'd her father's old slaves up, who swore In several oaths-Armenian, Turk, and Greek,They knew not what to think of such a freak. But up she got, and up CXXXIX. she made them get, With some pretence about the sun, that makes Sweet skies just when he rises, or is set; And 'tis, no doubt, a sight to see when breaks Bright Phoebus, while the mountains still are wet With mist, and every bird with him awakes, And night is flung off like a mourning suit Worn for a husband, or some other brute. CXL. I say, the sun is a most glorious sight, Which hastens, as physicians say, one's fate ; In health and purse, begin your day to date From day-break, and when coffin'd at fourscore, Engrave upon the plate, you rose at four. CXLI. And Haidee met the morning face to face; CXLII. And down the cliff the island virgin came, Mistake you would have made on seeing the two, CXLIII. And when into the cavern Haidee stepp'd And then she stopp'd, and stood as if in awe, (For sleep is awful) and on tiptoe crept And wrapt him closer, lest the air, too raw, Should reach his blood, then o'er him still as death Bent, with hush'd lips, that drank his scarce-drawn breath. CXLIV. And thus like to an angel o'er the dying Who die in righteousness, she lean'd; and there All tranquilly the shipwreck'd boy was lying, As o'er him lay the calm and stirless air: But Zoë the meantime some eggs was frying, Since, after all, no doubt the youthful pair Must breakfast, and betimes-lest they should ask it, She drew out her provision from the basket. CXLV. She knew that the best feelings must have victual, But there were eggs, fruit, coffee, bread, fish, honey, CXLVI. And Zoë, when the eggs were ready, and And, the first breakfast spoilt, prepared a new one, Because her mistress would not let her break That sleep which seem'd as it would ne'er awake. |