LX. He woo'd her back to life.-" Sweet Inez, live! My blessed Inez !-visions have beguiled Thy heart-abjure them!-thou wert form'd to give And to find, joy; and hath not sunshine smiled Around thee ever? Leave me not, mine own! Or earth will grow too dark !-for thee alone, Thee have I loved, thou gentlest! from a child, And borne thine image with me o'er the sea, Thy soft voice in my soul-speak !-Oh! yet live for me!" LXI. She look'd up wildly; there were anxious eyes In the brief glance ?-She clasp'd her hands-the strife It seem'd as if a reed so slight and weak Must, in the rending storm not quiver only-break! LXII. And thus it was the young cheek flush'd and faded, As the swift blood in currents came and went, Through its white fluttering lids. Then tremblings pass'd O'er the frail form, that shook it, as the blast Shakes the sere leaf, until the spirit rent Its way to peace-the fearful way unknown— Pale in love's arms she lay-she!—what had loved was gone! LXIII. Joy for thee, trembler !—thou redeem'd one, joy! —Thy chain was riven !—nor hadst thou cast away Too fair to leave !—but this might be forgiven, LXIV. But woe for him who felt the heart grow still, As hope might be-his soul had hoped-'twas o'er— -Slowly his failing arms dropp'd from the form they bore. LXV. They forced him from that spot.—It might be well, Like spray-drops from the strife of torrents flung, With a rude hand of touch unholy trying, And numbering then as crimes, the deep, strange tones replying. LXVI. But ye in solemn joy, O faithful pair! I saw your features by the torch's glare, And they were brightening with a heavenward trust! Melt from my Alvar's glorious mien away, And peace was there-the calmness of the just! And, bending down the slumberer's brow to kiss, "Thy rest is won," he said;—" sweet sister! praise for this!" LXVII. I started as from sleep ;-yes! he had spokenA breeze had troubled memory's hidden source ! At once the torpor of my soul was brokenThought, feeling, passion, woke in tenfold force. -There are soft breathings in the southern wind, That so your ice-chains, O ye streams! unbind, And free the foaming swiftness of your course! -I burst from those that held me back, and fell Ev'n on his neck, and cried-" Friend, brother! fare thee well! Did he not say LXVIII. "Farewell?"-Alas! no breath Came to mine ear. Hoarse murmurs from the throng Told that the mysteries in the face of death Had from their eager sight been veil'd too long. Those that would die together, true of heart. LXIX. Away-away I rush'd;-but swift and high Yet stopp'd in spell-bound fear to catch the victims' cries. |