LI. But art thou gone, quite gone, my youth's fair dream, LII. But to young Lena now we turn once more. Its dream of future bliss finds sweet employ. LIII. More sad was Lena's fate! Not mine to tell The bliss that late had soothed her gentle mind; Not mine upon her happy past to dwell From childhood's hour, till woo'd with transport kind, Her feelings bow'd to Love's enduring spell, And saw the altar those sweet feelings bind; Not mine to paint all this and rashly breathe O'er the chaste bloom that decks love's fairest wreath ! LIV. Let your own mind recur to her for whom You feel or have felt most: let all the charms Once more flash on you with their earliest bloom; Let each fond grace cold Time the soonest harms, Those slightest, childish spells that then could bless, Beam once more on you in their loveliness, LV. And you will feel for them. Was aught too slight To bless or grieve them ?-As you met, they met ; As blent your eyes in pure affection bright, So blended theirs; as every fond regret For hours of absence, cast its shadow light, So each hour spent apart their hearts would fret ; As you beheld with pain the time to sever, So mourned it they till bound in bliss for ever. LVI. For ever?......Wretched Lena !-Hark! the rain And pine trees shattered 'neath the wind's rude shocks. LVII. At times, the clouds beneath them part and show, LVIII. For drooping now he seems. While skies were fair Above him and the varying scene allured, Now that the scene is changed, he too must share LIX. Now in the Simplon's higher range, a storm His young bride strives his courage to uphold; Harsh blows the whirlwind from the frozen sky""Tis heaven's decree," he says, "here let me die! LX. "But yesterday, and life with new hope beaming "Allured me on, for heaven benignant smiled. "This change o'erwhelms my soul: no bright, redeeming "Future now opes before me. Long beguiled "By inward peace, resigned to all, yet teeming "With love for thee, what pleasure, pure and mild "Has long been mine! and happy by thy side, "I thought not cruel death could thus divide. LXI. "And therefore did I linger, nor would leave "Our treacherous clime till thou could'st share my way; "An earlier flight my weakness might retrieve, "But thou the prize that would reward my stay. I lingered-thou art mine; and shall I grieve? "Though I had called thee mine one only day, "That day would e'er forbid me to repine"Though life may be the price, still art thou mine! LXII. Then, dearest, mourn not o'er my early fate; "It calls not for thy pity. I have been ' 'Blest, and but grieve to leave thee desolate. "But thou wilt live in many a vanished scene, Nor feel alone. Thou still wilt contemplate "These days of love though long years intervene. "We part not, dearest Lena!--still my love"Warm-pure-as now-shall bless thee from above." LXIII. Her head was nestled in his heaving breast- Of love-his bosom-fell. And his arms wound Round her slim waist; and his flushed cheek sank down On that dear form he died to call his own. LXIV. And he was happy! Purest joy was his ! From heaven he'd bend o'er her: in heaven he'd pray Still falls the snow. LXV. The summit now is gained, And the mad whirlwind from the bare rocks sweeping, Speeds o'er the naked height they have attained. LXVI. Still they descend; for Simplon's sheltering inn Ere bows the sufferer 'neath the deadly frost. LXVII. The inn is gained. The horses stop. And lights, Through the wide portal, cheer the frozen street: The steps are lower'd: but, with one bound alights The impatient girl, and on his trembling feet Uplifts her husband whose fond eye delights To mark her hope. Their smiles one moment meet: Then on the step he treads......oh God! he tiresSinks in her arms-and, smiling still, expires. LXVIII. And he is dead! Gone every hope that lighted With transient ray her breast! And he is dead Her every new-found promise crushed and blighted, Its short-lived radiance now for ever fled ! |