Hark, o'er the busy mead the shell proclaims * And hummed the air that pleased him, while she fanned) That night, transported, with a sigh I said * P. Martyr. dec. iii. c. 7. † Rochefort. c. xx. Yet oft in darkness, on my bed of straw, Oft I awake and think on what I saw ! The groves, the birds, the youths, the nymphs recall, And CORA, loveliest, sweetest of them all! CANTO XII. A Vision. STILL Would I speak of Him before I went, Who among us a life of sorrow spent, And, dying, left a world his monument; Still, if the time allowed! My Hour draws near; -- Alas, He hears me not! He cannot hear! Day broke on day† as God Himself were there! He stood, and thus his secret soul addressed. ‡ * It is remarkable that these phenomena still remain among the mysteries of nature. E disubito parve giorno a giorno Essere aggiunto, come quei, che puote, Avesse'l Ciel d'un' altro Sole adorno. Te tua fata docebo.-Virg. Paradiso. I. 61. Saprai di tua vita il viaggio.-Dante. To thee blest tidings of great joy consigned, The vain to dream, the wise to doubt shall cease; And Thee restore thy Secret to the Deep!‡ “Not then to leave Thee! to their vengeance cast, Thy heart their aliment, their dire repast! § To other eyes shall MEXICO unfold Her feathered tapestries, and roofs of gold, * P. Martyr, Epist. 133, 152. When he entered the Tagus, all the seamen ran from all parts to behold, as it were some wonder, a ship that had escaped so terrible a storm.-Hist. c. 40. I wrote on a parchment that I had discovered what I had promised;—and, having put it into a cask, I threw it into the sea.-Ibid. c. 37. § See the Eumenides of Eschylus, v. 305, &c. |