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And Milton's self (at that thrice-honoured name
Oh in thy truth secure, thy virtue bold, Beware the poison in the cup of gold, The asp among the flowers. Thy heart beats high, As bright and brighter breaks the distant sky! But every step is on enchanted ground: Danger thou lov’st, and Danger haunts thee round.
Who spurs his horse against the mountain-side ; Then, plunging, slakes his fury in the tide ? Draws, and cries ho ! and, where the sun-beams fall, At his own shadow thrusts along the wall? Who dances without music; and anon Sings like the lark—then sighs as woe-begone, And folds his arms, and, where the willows wave, Glides in the moonshine by a maiden's grave? Come hither, boy, and clear thy open brow. Yon summer-clouds, now like the Alps, and now A ship, a whale, change not so fast as thou.
He hears me not——Those sighs were from the heart. Too, too well taught, he plays the lover's part. He who at masques, nor feigning nor sincere, With sweet discourse would win a lady's ear, Lie at her feet and on her slipper swear That none were half so faultless, half so fair,
Now through the forest hies, a stricken deer,
Two on his steps attend, in motley clad;
At length he goes—a Pilgrim to the Shrine,
Absence from Theeas self from self it seems ! ”
--Oh, ere in sight he came, 'twas his to thrill
7. - That strain,” she cries, “ as from the water rose. “Now near and nearer through the shade it flows! “Now sinks departing-sweetest in its close !” No casement gleams; no Juliet, like the day, Comes forth and speaks and bids her lover stay. Still, like aërial music heard from far, Nightly it rises with the evening star.
“ She loves another ! Love was in that sigh!” On the cold ground he throws himself to die. Fond Youth, beware. Thy heart is most deceiving. Who wish are fearful; who suspect, believing. -And soon her looks the rapturous truth avow. Lovely before, oh, say how lovely now! She flies not, frowns not, though he pleads his cause ; Nor yet—nor yet her hand from his withdraws; But by some secret Power surprised, subdued, (Ah how resist? And would she if she could ?) Falls on his neck as half unconscious where, Glad to conceal her tears, her blushes there.
Then come those full confidings of the past; All sunshine now,
where all was overcast. Then do they wander till the day is gone, Lost in each other; and when Night steals on,
Covering them round, how sweet her accents are !
Then are they blest indeed ; and swift the hours Till her young Sisters wreathe her hair in flowers, Kindling her beauty—while, unseen, the least Twitches her robe, then runs behind the rest, Known by her laugh that will not be suppressed. Then before All they stand-the holy vow And ring of gold, no fond illusions now, Bind her as his. Across the threshold led, And every
tear kissed off as soon as shed, His house she enters—there to be a light Shining within, when all without is night; A guardian-angel o'er his life presiding, Doubling his pleasures, and his cares dividing; Winning him back, when mingling in the throng, From a vain world we love, alas ! too long, To fire-side happiness, to hours of ease, Blest with that charm, the certainty to please.
How oft her eyes read his; her gentle mind