SONNETS FROM THE ITALIAN. ADALINA TO ADHÉMAR. I. FIRST LOVE. I HAVE not parted with my fifteenth year- Yet, if my life be counted, not by years, But drops of bliss commingled with my tears, Already have I lived a century; And should have gray hairs stealing from my wimple, Like Julia's nurse, be leaning on a staff, With squeaking voice, and melancholy laugh, But, like brimmed wine-bowl Bach'nal founts replenish, II. THE TIME WE MET. Ir was the time of vernal bud and blossom, When from a thousand wind-harps music burst, That held, and holds transfixed my bleeding heart. III. LOVE BORN FULL-STATURED. My love was born full-statured. With degree, A beam launched into immortality. It walks beside me like a guiding star, Sheds on the orbit that he treads afar. It holds my pulses-drains my purple veins- IV. THE CITY OF MY HEART IN ASHES. WHY is the ground thou treadst more hallowed to me? Why does thy voice transfix me like a dart ? Thy glances burn their way into my heart Like rockets? Why thine image e'er pursue me ? I am not sick-yet whence this strange emotion- Dizzy delirium with which I reel, Like shallop staggering on a stormy ocean? Whence this new fire that through my bosom flashes— These Adonèan flames whose naphtha breath Is suffocating health, hope, peace to death? Alas! the city of my heart's in ashes! O Cupid! O incendiary cruel! How couldst thou fling thy torch mid such inflammable fuel? V. NATURE'S MASTER-PIECE. THOU'RT Nature's masterpiece. Most perfect of Her works, in execution and design. Most beautiful, Adhémar, most divine, Of all the temples she has built for love, And lofty virtue, honor, chivalry. In what high world, great Mother! didst thou find The attributes of such capacious mind? The essence of such magnanimity? Of such majestic, such high-statured soul? From what volcano was such genius caught? From what swift lightning such enrapturing thought? From what magnetic fount of feeling stole The eloquence, whose rapid current lifts us, And o'er the wide empyrean sea of beauty drifts us? |