MUCH ADO ABOUT NOTHING, Act IV. Scene I. For time at last sets all things even- Of him who treasures up a wrong. I. SHE was a peasant's daughter blithe and fair, Her cheeks fresh as the rose of Paradise, Locks like the raven's wing, dark languid eyes, Modest and gentle as the timid fawn, When first it ventures forth upon the lawn Sought and beloved was young ZENEL: but like * Pronounced Thanail. The radiant sunbeam prisoned in a cloud A meteor seen, then lost in night's dim shroud— Was the pure maiden's sad career below. II. THE summer moon is shining bright 2 The myrtle groves, and palms, and flowers, Are smiling through their leafy bowers, Are gleaming in her quivering smiles; And clear above, the soft blue sky Spreads its celestial drapery, Bespangled with ten thousand stars, While by their sheen Afar are seen Angels careering in their cars, Making the weary spirit long To doff its frail mortality, And join the bright seraphic throng Sings low and sweet the nightingale, 3 Where lovers stroll beside the streams, Lost in their first Elysian dreams, Or there have stol'n an hour to rove And plight anew the vows of love, And secretly lament the wo That bids them happiness forego; To tread earth's chequered paths apart, Weary, and lone, and sick at heart. Along Alhambra's dreary halls And royal mirth, and music's swell Descendeth through his loathsome cell In mockery of his misery; 4 And on the Vega's moonlit green, While lingers yet the evening star Amidst the balmy air serene, Trip small feet to the light guitar To mingle with the bright Xenil,® And golden Darro's gentle tide, That onward pensively doth glide— A scene so bright—divinely fair, 5 That one might deem Crime lurked not there, And War had never shook that plain, 8 Nor blood from noble Zegri's vein Sprinkled the sod like heavy rain, Nor helm nor shield had strown it o'er, See! by that rock-embattled shore His gliding skiff and muffled oar ! III. ALAS! there is no land on earth Where Sin and Crime have not had birth, |