CANTO THE FIRST. I. How merrily the wedding bells rang on! The parting guests mov'd homeward to the chime. Two hands were join'd whose hearts had long been one; And life look'd glad as Spring in rosy prime. And life renew'd, when this should all be done, Look'd brighter still-beyond the reach of time. Is it not sweet to think the bond of love, Contracted here, will yet endure above! II. "Look at my pretty wreath of roses!-white"Like those thou most didst love in days of yore... "I'll take a shawl-for 'tis a chilly night "To throw across me till we reach the door...... "Look at my pearls-all fair, and pure, and bright!... "Say, dearest! am I not a bride all o'er ?"But happier far might we for eyer stay “In those dear lonely scenes we left to-day !"..... III. So speaks...but who?-Enough; she is a bride; Has left yon Sea-girt Castle's lonely tide One month of love the bourn that could divide IV. This seems the end of expectation.-Love Has lured them on through all its flowery maze : They wed all seems attain'd: no more they rove At random cast on Life's uncertain ways: But other loves arise, and they behove To bend to Love until their latest days: Fresh joys and cares enthrall them :-hopes that rise From Love's unfathom'd, boundless energies, V. Love, then, I sing-let Hope inspire my song. VI. Oh, thou, who first didst fire it, Source of Good! To thee I pray-be not that prayer in vain! VII. Near the full stream of Magd'len's shady wood, Slowly he moved; and now he paused upon VIII. Well might he smile; for to the feeling heart Of sportive birds alone gave life, were seen IX. And Rathlyn sighed as, turning from the stream, Of my dull life is gilded by the ray Of hope:-hope sheds one far reflected beam Of light across its sameness! Month of May, How I could bless thy budding charms divineBless thee with youthful joy !......But why repine ? X. "Aye, why repine? The wish'd for hour will come. Still on my cheek spreads this bright hectic bloom. XI. Then Rathlyn with another sigh returned XII. For other hope was his. Within his breast, From one pure flower and in his bosom hived. XIII. Thus Oxford sees him pass that cheerful spring Which, brightening all around, smiles not for him. The varying season to his heart can bring Nor change nor solace. Winter's daylight dim Had pained him not; and though the chirpers sing Their early carol on the branches slim That now put forth their leaves-the fleeting year To him must one sad lengthened dream appear. XIV. But Lena smiles beyond like the bright sun Despite the searing thirst that comes to parch Is space achiev'd on his mind's dreary march To......he knows not; an honoured nothingness, The bourne ere Lena may his labours bless. XV. Thus the fourth spring for him now vainly smiles, XVI. In times of yore monastic Oxford well Might boast its sainted piles and reverence claim. Her learned clerks could then alone dispel The lowering clouds: mid them alone the flame, The ethereal flame of mind, could honoured dwell. From priests and studious monks, triumphant came The treasured ray that could mankind illume; Around them, all was ignorance and gloom. XVII. But now when this is all reversed-when all |