And poured forth on each other's neck The mists o'er boyhood's memory spread The faces of the holy dead Rose as in vanished years; The Rhine, the Rhine, the ever-blest, Oh! was it then a time to die? It was that not in vain The soul of childhood's purity And peace might turn again. A ball swept forth-'twas guided well- Happy, yes, happy thus to go! A passing touch of change or chill, A breath of aught whose breath can kill. And they, between whose severed souls, Once in close union tied, A gulf is set, a current rolls For ever to divide ; Well may they envy such a lot, Whose hearts yearn on-but mingle not. THE LAST WISH. "Well may I weep to leave this world-thee-all these beautiful woods, and plains, and hills.”—Lights and Shadows. Go to the forest shade Seek thou the well-known glade, Where, heavy with sweet dew, the violets lie, Like dark eyes, filled with sleep, Bring me their buds, to shed A breath of May and of the wood's repose; With a reluctant heart, That fain would linger where the bright sun glows. Fain would I stay with thee ! Alas! this may not be ; Yet bring me still the gifts of happier hours ! Go where the fountain's breast Catches, in glassy rest, The dim green light that pours through laurel bowers. I know how softly bright, The water-lilies tremble there e'en now; Go to the pure stream's edge, Bring me those flowers to cool my fevered brow! Then, as in Hope's young days, Of the rich garden to its grassy mound; Shedding, in sudden snows, Its faint leaves o'er the emerald turf around. Well knowest thou thai fair tree A murmur of the bee Dwells ever in the honeyed lime above: Of all its clustering shower For on that spot we first revealed our love. Gather one woodbine bough, Then, from the lattice low Of the bowered cottage which I bade thee mark, Through dim wood-lanes we passed, While dews were glancing to the glow-worm's spark. Haste! to my pillow bear Those fragrant things and fair; My hand no more may bind them up at eve- One bright dream round me waft Of life, youth, summer-all that I must leave ! And oh if thou wouldst ask The grove, the stream, the hamlet vale to trace- The spirit bound to each familiar place. I bid mine image dwell In the deep wood and by the fountain-side; Rove where we two have roved, Forgetting her that in her spring-time died! FAIRY FAVOURS. Give me but Something whereunto I may bind my heart; WOULDST thou wear the gift of immortal bloom? With balm from the gardens of Genii brought; Wouldst thou have empire, by sign or spell, And would not fear, at my coming, then Wouldst thou then read through the hearts of those Keep, keep the gem, that I still may trust, Leave to the earth its warm sunny smile That glory would pass could I look on guile ! Say, then, what boon of my power shall be, Oh! give me no sway o'er the powers unseen, Whose thoughts' free current with mine may blend Bid the bright, calm close of our lives be one! THE history of Spain records two instances of the severe and self-devoting heroism which forms the subject of the following dramatic poem. The first of these occurred at the siege of Tarifa, which was defended, in 1294, for Sancho, King of Castile, during the rebellion of his brother, Don Juan, by Guzman, surnamed the Good.1 The second is related of Alonso Lopez de Texeda, who, until his garrison had been utterly disabled by pestilence, maintained the city of Zamora for the children of Don Pedro the Cruel, against the forces of Henrique of Trastamara.2 Împressive as were the circumstances which distinguished both these memorable sieges, it appeared to the author of the following pages that a deeper interest, as well as a stronger colour of nationality, might be imparted to the scenes in which she has feebly attempted "to describe high passions and high actions," by connecting a religious feeling with the patriotism and highminded loyalty which had thus been proved, "faithful unto death," and by surrounding her ideal dramatis persone with recollections derived from the heroic legends of Spanish chivalry. She has, for this reason, employed the agency of imaginary characters, and fixed upon Valencia del Cid as the scene to give them "A local habitation and a name." A Moorish Prince, Chief of the A Spanish Knight. Wife to Gonzalez. Her Daughter. An Attendant. Citizens, Soldiers, Attendants, &c. 1 See Quintana's Vidas de Espanoles Célèbres, p. 53. |