CXIV. There is a dangerous silence in that hour, A stillness, which leaves room for the full soul To open all itself, without the power Of calling wholly back its self-control; The silver light which, hallowing tree and tower, CXV. And Julia sate with Juan, half embraced And half retiring from the glowing arm, Which trembled like the bosom where 'twas placed; Yet still she must have thought there was no harm, Or else 'twere easy to withdraw her waist; But then the situation had its charm, And then -God knows what next-I can't I'm almost sorry that I e'er begun. go on; CXVI. Oh Plato! Plato! you have paved the way, Your system feigns o'er the controlless core Of poets and romancers:— -You're a bore, CXVII. And Julia's voice was lost, except in sighs, Not that remorse did not oppose temptation, "Tis said that Xerxes offer'd a reward To those who could invent him a new pleasure; Methinks, the requisition 's rather hard, And must have cost his majesty a treasure: I care not for new pleasures, as the old CXIX. Oh Pleasure! you're indeed a pleasant thing, Although one must be damn'd for I make a resolution every spring you, no doubt; Of reformation, ere the year run out, But, somehow, this my vestal vow takes wing, And mean, next winter, to be quite reclaim'd. CXX. Here my chaste Muse a liberty must take— Start not! still chaster reader-she'll be nice henceForward, and there is no great cause to quake; This liberty is a poetic licence, Which some irregularity may make In the design, and as I have a high sense Of Aristotle and the Rules, 'tis fit To beg his pardon when I err a bit. CXXI. This licence is to hope the reader will Suppose from June the sixth (the fatal day, Without whose epoch my poetic skill For want of facts would all be thrown away), But keeping Julia and Don Juan still In sight, that several months have pass'd; we'll say "Twas in November, but I'm not so sure About the day-the era 's more obscure. CXXII. We'll talk of that anon.-'Tis sweet to hear At midnight on the blue and moonlit deep The song and oar of Adria's gondolier, By distance mellow'd, o'er the waters sweep; "Tis sweet to see the evening star appear; "Tis sweet to listen as the nightwinds creep From leaf to leaf; 'tis sweet to view on high The rainbow, based on ocean, span the sky. CXXIII. 'Tis sweet to hear the watchdog's honest bark 'Tis sweet to know there is an eye will mark 'Tis sweet to be awaken'd by the lark, Or lull'd by falling waters; sweet the hum Of bees, the voice of girls, the song of birds, The lisp of children, and their earliest words. |