Her slight frame like the aspen shook, III. 'Tis past! LEON is in her room— With cloak of black and hood of blue, And by his side a sabre gleaming, And from his eye his high soul beaming, Lighting his lofty olive brow Paling with apprehension now— "Be calm! sweet FLORENCE, do not fear; The wall is scaled, and I am here," He said, half drawing from its sheath Which I could trust none to convey Words far too pure-too sacred-dear, For other ears than thine to hear Wilt thou be mine?-forever mine?— Speak, fairest; Angels hover near, From thy sweet lips love's pledge divine To waft unto a holier sphere. Oh! is the smile in that bright eye, That cheek's soft blush my bless'd reply ?— Now I am happy! come what will, Life hath for me nor storm nor ill. IV. I KNOW the grudge and lasting ire The danger of a secret union Ay, e'en if known, this brief communion; That if discovered, UGo's wrath And hate will fatal prove to both: But, dearest, this shall part us never— Death-only death-our fate shall sever! To-morrow, e'en before the dawn My ship will sail for Sicily, Where two months absent I must be, And, lovely FLORENCE, back to thee. Twice thirty days just from this night, And ready there my bark shall be, To bear us swiftly o'er the sea To some bright land afar to dwell— Till then, sweet maiden, fare thee well." "Must-must we part?"—the pallid maid Raised her dark eyes and trembling said, "Oh! I would rather die to-night, Than thou should'st leave one hour my sight. I fear the guilt-I feel the woe, To love thee 'gainst my father's will; He bids me swear it to forego I swear, and doubly love thee still. He bids me wrench thee from my heart, But in that act would life depart. With thee to live-with thee to die,' Whether beneath our native sky, Or in some wild, forsaken land In cave, or isle, on desert strand, Whate'er the ills with which we cope:- "O FLORENCE! fairest! speak not thus- I will not part from thee again, When thou art singing in the grove, When thou dost tune thy harp to love, Then hovering nigh my soul shall be, To catch the heavenly melody; When evening shade the green earth dims, When slumber sweet enchains thy limbs, And save thee, loveliest one, from harm." He said, and as quick tears did start, And overrun each silken lid, He clasped her sobbing to his heart, While down his cheeks the bright drops slid. To hearts wrapt in such holy dream, Ages could but a moment seem; So lost to every thing around, They might not hear the earthquake's sound. Around his neck her white arms wreathed Save that at intervals they breathed, As sympathy their bosoms heaved,— One looking on would have believed Them alabaster figures there, Which Art had wrought with strictest care: Love prompts him ever thus to stay, Now Danger urges him away; And from the hallowed spell he started, As at the tread of armed men, One long embrace-and then they parted To meet-but never thus again. |