And clasp the hand that death has won: To her dead LEONARDO'S side: This day we have a funeral!" VIII. Within that Castle's highest tower, So cold, so pale the beams of day Begins to say her Rosary; And, bowing to the company, As only dead Bridegroom could bow, Wrote "murderess" in blood upon her brow. CANTO III. THE VOYAGE-THE HARPER-THE ACQUAINTANCE-THE WEDDING. I. MORN is abroad, the sun is up, The dew fills high the lily's cup; Ten thousand blossoms blushing there And smiling hail the morning beam; Young Nature holds a holiday. II. The rising tide with heavy flow Afar upon the restless sea, Lord LEON's bark with swelling sail Across the brine, where wildly tost The sailors gather upon the deck, His elbow resting on his knee; And when the wave no more permits Him sight of sunny Italy, Like one whose thoughts are far away, He murmurs to himself this lay. SONG. Thou hast faded from my sight, Fair Italy; But still, thy star shines bright To me to me. Thy sweetest, fairest flower, My Italy, I'll soon pluck from its bower In secrecy ; And bear it to some isle Far o'er the sea, To feast upon its smile Unceasingly. III. While LEON sang, a minstrel old, Of wonder, woe and want, drew near, To give his song attentive ear. IV. His frame was bowed, his limbs were weak, Sorrow had furrowed deep his cheek; And o'er his thin, dishevelled hair, That bore no marks of recent care, And beard that on his bosom hung, A century her frost had flung. He may have been descendant of The wandering tribe of troubadours, Who sang of war and ladye love, And knightly feats on Paynim shores. V. His harp he loosened from his arm, And while he eyed young LEON's form, He touched the strings with trembling hand. SONG. In Sicily there lives a maid Her hair is fair as the fairy floss Her skin like ivory, Her cheeks more fresh than freshest rose Of spicy Araby. Her sire he is of noble birth, His gold and lands are great; Young ROSALIE the only heir Of all his high estate. And many a lofty knight, and lord, And baron of the land, Have sought upon their bended knee That lovely lady's hand. |