The school wherein I learn'd to ride!" Quoth Charles “Old Hetman, wherefore so, 110 Since thou hast learn'd the art so well?" Mazeppa said ""T were long to tell; And, sire, your limbs have need of rest, Of this your troop." "But I request," 120 Said Sweden's monarch, "thou wilt tell 66 125 Well, sire, with such a hope, I'll track My seventy years of memory back: I think 't was in my twentieth spring, 140 They made him wish himself at war; But soon his wrath being o'er, he took So sung his poets, all but one, Who, being unpension'd, made a satire, A count of far and high descent, As if from heaven he had been sent. 165 Which almost look'd like want of head, He thought their merits were his own. His wife was not of his opinion 170 His junior she by thirty years - A restless dream or two, some glances At Warsaw's youth, some songs, and dances, 157. In Poland the salt mines were a great source of wealth. Awaited but the usual chances, 175 (Those happy accidents which render The coldest dames so very tender,) To deck her Count with titles given, 'Tis said, as passports into heaven; But, strange to say, they rarely boast 180 Of these, who have deserved them most. V. "I was a goodly stripling then; 190 For time, and care, and war, have plough'd My very soul from out my brow; And thus I should be disavow'd By all my kind and kin, could they Compare my day and yesterday. 195 This change was wrought, too, long ere age Had ta'en my features for his page: With years, ye know, have not declined My strength, my courage, or my mind, Or at this hour I should not be 200 Telling old tales beneath a tree, With starless skies my canopy. But let me on: Theresa's form Methinks it glides before me now, Between me and yon chestnut's bough, 205 The memory is so quick and warm; 210 And yet I find no words to tell Such as our Turkish neighbourhood, But through it stole a tender light, Transparent with the sun therein, A cheek and lip 225 I loved her then I love her still; And such as I am, love indeed In fierce extremes in good and ill; But still we love even in our rage, And haunted to our very age 230 With the vain shadow of the past, As is Mazeppa to the last. VI. "We met we gazed — I saw, and sigh'd, She did not speak, and yet replied : There are ten thousand tones and signs 235 We hear and see, but none defines Involuntary sparks of thought, Which strike from out the heart o'erwrought And form a strange intelligence 240 Which link the burning chain that binds, Without their will, young hearts and minds: Conveying, as the electric wire, We know not how, the absorbing fire. - 245 And still reluctant distance kept, 255 It is 260 I have forgot the name It was enough for me to be So near to hear, and oh! to see The being whom I loved the most. I watch'd her as a sentinel, (May ours this dark night watch as well!) Until I saw, and thus it was, 265 That she was pensive, nor perceived Then through my brain the thought did pass |