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Alone, at this same witching hour,
eyes Gleam through the lattice of the bower,
Where nightly now they mix their sighs ;
And — though, when terror's swoon had past, She saw a youth, of mortal kind,
Before her in obeisance cast, Yet often since, when he hath spoken Strange, awful words, -and gleams have broken From his dark eyes, too bright to bear,
Oh! she hath fear'd her soul was given
Some erring Spirit, cast from heaven,
Fond girl ! nor fiend nor angel he,
As warm in love, as fierce in ire
Full of the Day-God's living fire !
But quench'd to-night that ardour seems,
And pale his cheek, and sunk his brow; Never before, but in her dreams,
Had she beheld him pale as now:
But sadden every waking scene,
All wither'd where they once have been !
“ How sweetly,” said the trembling maid,
“ How sweetly does the moonbeam smile
66 Were wafted off to seas unknown,
And we might live, love, die alone ! 5 Far from the cruel and the cold,
66 Where the bright eyes of angels only 66 Should come around us, to behold
“ A paradise so pure and lonely! “ Would this be world enough for thee?”. Playful she turn'd, that he might see
The passing smile her cheek put on; But when she mark'd how mournfully
His eyes met hers, that smile was gone; And, bursting into heart-felt tears, “ Yes, yes,” she cried,“ my hourly fears, “ My dreams have boded all too right “ We part — for ever part-to-night! " I knew, I knew it could not last $6 'Twas bright, 'twas heavenly, but 'tis past !
66 Oh! ever thus, from childhood's hour,
66 I've seen my fondest hopes decay; 66 I never lov'd a tree or flower,
6 But 'twas the first to fade away. 66 I never nurs'd a dear gazelle,
“ To glad me with its soft black eye, , 66 But when it came to know me well,
66 And love me, it was sure to die ! 66 Now too the joy most like divine
" Of all I ever dreamt or knew, “ To see thee, hear thee, call thee mine, " Oh misery! must I lose that too?
on peril's brink we meet ; “ Those frightful rocks — that treacherous sea — 66 No, never come again — though sweet,
“ Though heaven, it may be death to thee. “ Farewel - and blessings on thy way,
6 Where'er thou go'st, beloved stranger ! 66 Better to sit and watch that
ray, 66 And think thee safe, though far away,
66 Than have thee near me, and in danger !"
66 Yet go
“ Danger! -- oh, tempt me not to boast – The youth exclaim'd — “ thou little know'st
" What he can brave, who, born and nurst
66 Of strife and death is hourly breaking ; “ Who sleeps with head upon the sword
“ His fever'd hand must grasp in waking ! " Danger ! — ”
66 Say on
thou fear'st not then, " And we may meet -- oft meet again ?"
« Oh ! look not so, - beneath the skies
My spirit froni its destin'd course,
'tis fix'd — my awful doom 66 Is fix'd on this side of the tomb 66 We meet no more
why, why did heaven “ Mingle two souls that earth has riven,