DON JUAN.

CANTO THE FIFTEENTH. (1)

(1) [Cantos XV. and XVI. were published in London, in March, 1824.]

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DON JUAN.

CANTO THE FIFTEENTH.

I.

AH!-What should follow slips from
Whatever follows ne'ertheless may

As à-propos of hope or retrospection,

As though the lurking thought had follow'd free.

All present life is but an interjection,

An "Oh!" or "Ah!" of joy or misery,

Or a "Ha! ha!" or "Bah!"

-a yawn, or “Pooh !"

Of which perhaps the latter is most true.

II.

But, more or less, the whole's a syncopé
Or a singultus-emblems of emotion,
The grand antithesis to great ennui,

Wherewith we break our bubbles on the ocean, That watery outline of eternity,

Or miniature at least, as is my notion, Which ministers unto the soul's delight, In seeing matters which are out of sight.

III.

But all are better than the sigh supprest,
Corroding in the cavern of the heart,
Making the countenance a masque of rest,
And turning human nature to an art.

Few men dare show their thoughts of worst or best;
Dissimulation always sets apart

A corner for herself; and therefore fiction
Is that which passes with least contradiction.

IV.

Ah! who can tell? Or rather, who can not
Remember, without telling, passion's errors?
The drainer of oblivion, even the sot,

Hath got blue devils for his morning mirrors:
What though on Lethe's stream he seem to float,
He cannot sink his tremors or his terrors;
The ruby glass that shakes within his hand
Leaves a sad sediment of Time's worst sand.

V.

And as for love-O love! We will proceed.
The Lady Adeline Amundeville,

A pretty name as one would wish to read,
Must perch harmonious on my tuneful quill.
There's music in the sighing of a reed;
There's music in the gushing of a rill;
There's music in all things, if men had ears:
Their earth is but an echo of the spheres.