X. "Oh, GAMBA ! why this inward strife?" What have I done to grieve thy heart? To cause thy thoughts from me to rove? Can I no more inspire thy love? Flown from me all is beauty's art ? Am I less gentle-loving now, Than when Heaven sealed our nuptial vow? Less truthful-trustful unto thee ? Less happy in thy company? I've followed thee along the glade, Where sleeps the Gipsy minstrel maid Have watched thee by the brink and stream, And heard thee murmur in thy dream 'O ISABELLE !-O ISABELLE !'— And down before the Virgin fell— The inward woes thy mien declares ? I could bear wrong-disgrace and pain— If this is frenzy-be it so, I cannot conquer all this woe- Of one so dear, by any art And still to love, so pure and well— Then guilt is mine more black than heil, And this is but just punishment By righteous Heaven upon me sent!" XI. "LEILA, my dear-devoted friend, Being in whom all virtues blend, Pardon the pangs thy breast I've given-For me, Oh! waft thy prayers to Heaven! I need them much-the peace—the rest Neither because I prize thee less Than when Heaven linked thy fate to mine- But Oh! forgive the guilt I'd smother- This heart was plighted to another! Such as illumes the queen of night. The minstrel maid whose melody Three weary years, entranced this dell, Was my affianced ISABELLE A daughter of the Tuscan sky-- Unknown to all save the old friar, "She might have been to kings allied- She might have been beloved and cherished- Singing for bread from door to door. "Whilom along the ARNO's side, We wandered oft at eventide, She gazing on the glowing skies, And there, when Angels watched above, I told to her my burning love. I have no power--no words to tell All light-all loveliness to me, And Oh! that she should dare the surf Repose upon the chilling turf Three weary years In pain and tears For me, who could betray her trust- "I know not why Tears filled mine eye, Whene'er for me she woke her lyre- Ever upon its mournful swell Came thoughts to me of ISABELLE Mine eyes have hung upon her form, Sad as the funeral dirge of Time. |