But I would have him see the token, Along the aisle and through the vale, And never more, Along that shore, Nor in that blooming Indian glade, Was seen the mournful Gipsy maid! CANTO III. I. AURORA'S smile awoke the world, The lark poured his melodious lay— He thought not of his broken troth, Of all the heart cannot reveal, When left o'er buried hopes to brood, He thought not of those burning tears- Oh, GOD! what torture's in those hours, Whose wings hang drooping o'er the soul, Like dead sails when aerial powers Refuse the stagnant waves to roll! "Tis as amid dim nothingness Eternity did on us press— Life's sluggish currents all stood still, And Death had clasped us in his chill! II. At last, beneath a myrtle bower, He paused, the slanting beams to shun And bending low to pluck a flower Just opening to the morning sun, Transfixed he gazed a moment mute- Deeply and true, As if it knew Its master hand had turned to clay. Then from his bosom burst a sighTears filled his eye-he knew not why, And torn by many a painful thought Of this poor Gipsy maiden's strife, His home with solemn step he sought, In past and present strove to find III. Young LEILA's cheek turned ashy white, And rising up she called for aid, And like a sainted form of light With solemn mien she sought the maid Laved her pale brow from silver cup. And bright tears shed, As underneath the sod and deep, They laid her down in her dreamless sleep. IV. Meantime, with many a pious thought, He raised the ring-he scanned it well, VI. There valiant Knight and Beauty throng- |