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Sometimes has he been known to gaze afar Of thoughts unutter'd (a heart-eating care) Watching the coming of the evening-star, Pale as a statue. When he met laer first And as it progress'd toward the middle sky, He gazed and gasped as tho'his heart would Like the still twilight's lonely deity,

burst. Would fancy that a spirit resided there, Her figure came before him like a dream A gentle spirit and young with golden hair, Revealed at morning, and a sunny gleam And eyes as blue as the blue dome above, Broke in upon his soul and lit his eye And a voice as tender as the sound of love. With something of a tender prophecy.

And was she then the shape he oft had seen,

By day and night,-she who had such strange Some months thus pass'd among the wrecks

power of Rome,

Over the terrors of his wildest hour? And seldom thought he of the fearful doom And was it not a phantom tbat had been On which he used to ponder: still he felt Wandering about him? Oh with what deep That he alone amidst the many dwelt, Lonely; but why, he cared not, or forgot, He listened now, to mark if he could hear The jibings cast upon his early lot.

The voice that lulled him, but she never One morning as he lay half listlessly

spoke! Within the shadow of a column, where For in her heart her own young love awoke His forehead met such gusts of cooling air From its long blumber, and chained down As the bright Suminer knows in Italy,

her tongue, A gorgeous cavalcade went thundering by, And she sat mute before him! he, the while, Dusty and worn with travel: as it passid Stood feasting on her melancholy smile, Some said the great Count had returned, at Till o'er his eyes a dizzy vapour hung


| And he rushed forth into the freshening air, From his long absence upon foreign lands; Which kissed and played about his temples Twas told that many countries he had seen,

bare, Ile and his lady daughter) and had been And he grew calm. Not unobserved he fled, i long time journeying on the Syrian sands, For she who mourned him once as lost and Ind visited holy spots, and places where

dead, The Christian roused the Pagan from bis lair, Saw with a glance, as none but women see, Ind taught him charity and creeds divine, His secret passion, and home silently By spilling his bright blood in Palestine. She went rejoicing, 'till Vitelli asked

Wherefore her spirit fell, and then she

tasked Vitelli and his child returned at last, Her fancy for excuse wherewith to hide ifter some years of wandering. Julia Her thoughts and turn his curious gaze aside. Jad been betrothed and widow'd: she had

passid 'rom bondage into liberty, and they

That fateful day passed by; and then there Vho knew the bitter husband she had wed,

came Tejoiced to learn that he indeed was dead. Another and another, and the flame . he had been sacrificed in youth, to one of love burnt brightly in Colonna's breast, he never loved; but he she loved was gone, But while it filled it robbed his soul of rest; nd so it matter'd not: 'tis true some tears At home, abroad, at morning, and at noon tained her pale cheek at times in after-years, In the hot sultry hours, and when the moon nd much unkindness from the man on whom Shone in the cool fresh sky, and shaped those he had bestowed her beauty, drew a gloom

dim round her face, and curtained up in shade And shadowy figures once so dear to him,'he eyes that once like sunny spirits played. Wheree'er he wandered she would come upon ut he was dead:-Sailing along the sea, His mind, a phantom-like companion; lis pleasure-barque was gliding pleasantly, Yet, with that idle dread with which the heart Vhen sudden winds arose, and mighty waves Stifles its pleasures, he would ever depart Vere put in motion, and deep yawning graves And loiter long amongst the streets of Rome, pened on every side with hideous roar: When she, he feared, might visit at his home. e screamed and struggled, and was seen no A strange and sad perverseness ; he did fear


To part with that pale hope which shone at his was the tale.- Orsini's titles fell

at last pon a student youth, scarce knowo before, Glimmering upon his fortunes. Many a year ho took the princely name and wore it well. Burthen'd with evil o'er his head had passid,

And stamped upon his brow the marks of care,

And so he seemed as old before his time: And Julia saw the youth she loved again: And many would pretend that in his air ut he was now the great Colonna's heir, There was a gloom that had its birth in crime. nd she whom he had left so young and fair, 'Tis thus the wretched are trod down.few short years ago, was grown, with pain!


Doth strike as deep a furrow in the brain, Where he might read his destiny. The As mischief or remorse; and doubt will pain

bright And sear the heart like sin accomplished. Heaven's many constellations shone the: But slander ever hath hung upon the head

night! Of silent sorrow, and corroding shame . | And from the distant river a gentle tine. Preys on its heart, and its defenceless name Such as is uttered in the month of Janr. Is blotted by the bad, until it flies

By brooks, whose scanty streams have a From the base world a willing sacrifice.

guished long For rain, was heard ;-a tender, la psing song Sent up in homage to the quiet moon.

He mused, 'till from a garden, near who P A Ꭱ Ꭲ II.


He leant, a melancholy voice was heard ON POWER of Love so fearful and so fair Singing alone, like some poor widow-bin Life of our life on earth, yet kin to care- That casts unto the woods her desert call. Oh! thon day-dreaming Spirit, who dost look It was the voice-the very voice that rear Upon the future, as the charmed book Long in his brain that now so sweetly sung Of Fate were opend to thine eyes alone- lle passed the garden-bounds and lightly trud Thou who dost cull, from moments stolen Checking his breath, along the grassy sal

and gone

(By buds and blooms half-hidden which the Into eternity, memorial things

breeze To deck the days to come—thy revellings Had ravished from the clustering orang Were glorious and beyond all others: Thou

trees) Didst banquet upon beauty once; and now Until he reached a low pavilion, where The ambrosial feast is ended !-Let it be. He saw a lady pale, with radiant hair Enough to say, It was.-Oh! upon me Over her forehead, and in garments white; From thy o'ershadowing wings ethereal A harp was by her, and her fingers light Shake odorous airs, so may my senses all Carelessly o'er the golden strings were fluss: Be spell - bound to thy service, beautiful Then, shaking back her locks, with upward power,

eye, And on the breath of every coming hour And lips that dumbly moved, she seemed to try Send me faint tidings of the things that were, To catch an old disused melody And aid me as I try gently to tell

A sad Italian air it was, which I The story of that young Italian pair, Remember in my boyhood to have heard. Who loved so lucklessly, yet ah! so well. And still -(tho'here and there perhaps a word

Be now forgot) I recollect the song.

Which might to any lovelorn tale belong How long Colonna in his gloomier mood Remained, it matters not: I will not brood Onevil themes; but, leaving grief and crime,

SONG. At once, I pass unto a blyther time. One night-one summer-night-he wander- Whither, ah! whither is my lost love strayed far

ingInto the Roman suburbs; many a star Upon what pleasant land beyond the sea! Shone out above upon the silent hours, Oh! ye winds, now playing Save when, awakening the sweet infant-Like airy spirits round my temples free,


Fly and tell him this from me: The breezes travellid from the west, and then A small cloud came abroad and fled again. The red rose was in blossom, and the fair Tell him, sweet winds, that in my woman's And bending lily to the wanton air

bosom Bared her white breast, and the voluptuous My young love still retains its perfect pove.


| Or, like the summer-blossom, Cast out his perfumes, and the wilding thyme That changes still from bad to the fall-blava Mingled his mountain-sweets, transplanted

flower, low

Grows with every passing hour. Midst all the flowers that in those regions

blow. - He wandered on: At last, his spirit sub- Say (and say gently) that, since we two

dued By the deep influence of that hour, partook How little joy-much sorrow I have knors E'en of its nature, and he felt imbued Only not broken-hearted With a more gentle love, and he did look Because I muse upon bright moments gout. At times amongst the stars, as on a book And dream and think of him alone.


The lady ended, and Colonna knelt Over the hills at morning was her einile) Before her with outstretched arms: He felt Nay you must listen silently, awhile. That she, whom in the mountains far away Dear Marcian, you and I for many years Iis heart had loved so much, at last was his. Have suffered: I have bought relief with & there, oh! is there in a world like this

tears; He spoke) such joy for me? Oh! Julia, But, my poor friend, I fear a misery Irt thou indeed no phantom, which my brain Beyond the reach of tears has weighed on thee. las conjured out of grief and desperate pain- What 'tis I know not, but (now calmly mark ind shall I then from day to day behold My words) 'twas said that—that thy mind Thee again, and still again? Oh! speak to me,

was dark, Tulia-and gently, for I have grown old And the red fountains of thy blood (as Heaven n sorrow ere my time: I kneel to thee. Is stained with the dying lights of Even) -Thus with a passionate voice the lover Were tainted-that thy mind did wander far,


At times, a dangerous and erratic star, Jpon her solitude, and while he spoke Which like a pestilence sweeps the lower sky, n such a tone as might a maiden move, Dreaded by every orb and planet nigh. ler fear gave place to pride, and pride to This hath my father heard. Oh! Marcian,


He is a worldly and a cruel man, Quick are fond women's sights, and clear And made me once a victim; but again

their powers, It shall not be. I have had too much of pain, They live in momenty years, an age in hours; Too much for such short hours as life affords, Chro' every movement of the heart they run And I would fain from out the golden hoards n a brief period with a courser's speed, of joy pluck some fair ornament, at last, And mark, decide, reject; but if indeed To gild my life with—but my life hath past. They smile on us-oh! as the eternal sun Her head sank on her bosom: gently he Forms and illuminates all to which this earth Kissed off the big bright tears of misery. Impregnate by his glance) hath given birth, Alas! that ever such glittering drops should Even so the smile of woman stamps our fates,

flow Ind consecrates the love it first creates. (Bright as tho'born of Happiness) from woe!

He soothed her for a time, and she grew calm,

For lovers' language is the surest balm At first she listened with averted eye, To hearts that sorrow much: that night they Ind then, half turning towards him, tenderly

parted She marked the deep sad truth of every tone, With kisses and with tears, but both lightWhich told that he was hers and all her own;

hearted, Ind saw the hectic flush upon his cheek, And many a vow was made and promise That silent language which the passions

spoke, speak

And well believed by both and never broke: jo eloquently well) and so she smiled They parted, but from that time often met Jpon him. With a pulse rapid and wild In that same garden when the sun had set, Ind eyes lit up with love and all his woes And for awhile Colonna's mind forgot, Abandoned or forgot, he lightly rose, In the fair present hour, his future lot. And placed himself beside her. Julia! My own, my own, for you are mine, he said; Then on her shoulder drooped his feverish To those o’er whom pale Destiny with his head,

sting Ind for a moment he seemed dying away : Hangs, a mere glance, a word, a sound will But he recovered quick. Oh! Marcian,

fear-she softly sighed :-Again, again, The bitter future with its terrors, all Speak, my divinest love, again, and shower Black and o'erwhelming. Like Colonna's star, The music of your words which have such Tho'hidden for a while or banish'd far,


The time will come,-at prayer or festival, Such absolute power upon my fainting soul Slumber or morning-sport or mid-day task; Oh! I've been wandering toward that fearful The soul can never fly itself, nor mask


The face of Fate with smilesWhere Life and Death, Trouble and Silence How oft by some strange ill of body or mind


Man's fine and piercing sense is stricken blind; The Grave) with weak, perhaps with erring No matter then how slight the shadows be,


The veil is thick to him who cannot see. A long, long time without thee-but no more; Solid and unsubstantial, false and true, For can I think upon that shadowy shore, Are Fear and Fate; but to that wretched few, Whilst thou art here standing beside me, Who call the dim phantasmas from their sweet

graves, She spoke: Dear Marcian 1 - How soft she And bow before their own creations, slaves,


They are imniortal-holy---fixid-supreme! lle uttered: Nay-(and as the daylight brcaks No more of this.-Now pass I to my theme.



Thc hours pass'd gently,--even happily | And then unto the rocks of Tivoli Awhile; tho' sometimes o'er Colonna's brow He went. Alas! for gone AntiquityThere shone a meaning strange, as tho’his Its holy and mysterious temple where


The Sybil spread abroad her honry hair, Flashed like a light across his memory, And spoke her divine oracles. Her borde And left behind a momentary gloom; Is crumbling into dust, and sheeted foam This would he smile away, and then forget, Now sparkles where her whitened trena And then again, sighing, remember: yet,

hung ; Over pale Julia's face that shadow cast And where her voice, like Hearen's, va A shadow like itself, and when it passed

freely flang Its sad reflection vanished. Lovers' eyes Unto the echoes, now fierce torrents flor, Bright mirrors are where Love may look and Filling with noise and spray the dell beler.


Not useless are ye yet, ye rocks and wond Its gladness, grief, beauty, deformity, of Tivoli, altho' long since have vanished Pictured in all their answering colours plain, From your lost land its gorgeons palares So long as the true life and soul remain; And tho' the spirit of the place he hanisbel For when the substance shrinks the shadow The earth for ever-yet your silver floods

Remain, (immortal music) and the breve Thus lived Colonna, 'till to common eyes Brings health and freshness to your wavin: He seemed redeem'd and rescued from despair;

And often would he catch the joyous air
Of the mere idler, and the past would seem,
To him and others, like a terrible dream

For weeks amongst the woods did Marcia Dissolved: 'twas then a clearer spirit grew

- rove In his black eye, and over the deep blue

And wilde. At last, unto his widoved love of Julia's a soft happier radiance hung,

| He came again, while yet the fever staid Like the dark beauty from the starlight

His cheek and darkness on his brow remaine flung

She saw the hectic colour burning bright Upon the world, which tells Heaven's breast

Clouded by looks of sorrow, and one nightis clear

It was a night of sultry summer-weather, Within, and that abroad no cloud is near.

And they were sitting in the garden where.
Guided by fate, and drawn like dora

together, Once-only once-('twas in a lonely hour)|They once had met, and meeting mocked a He felt the presence of his evil power

care, Weighing upon him, and he left his home

And he first sank upon her bosom fair:In silence, amidst fresher scenes to roam.

Her white and delicate fingers now by his 'Twas said that he did wander far and wide I Were held and not withdrawn, and with: O'er desert heaths, and on the Latian plains

kiss Bared his hot forehead to the falling rains,

He thanked her, yet with idle question trim Which there bring death; and, with a heart

To cheat away the grief she could not hide allied

He felt that he had planted in her heart To gentle pleasures still, on the green hill's.

The seeds of grief; and could he then depera side

And leave the lady of his love in tearsWould stretch his length upon the evening

Weighed down (and for his sake) by side

fears? grass, Shedding sweet tears to see the great sun

He could not. Oh he felt the pleading lad

Of her who loved him so, nor conld he brod )

pass Away like a dream of boyhood. Darkness

Still to be thought a frantic. Thou che

know, Grew bis familiar, and in caverns deep

Dearest, he said, my hidden story now; (By the strange voice of Silence lulled asleep)

Forgive me that before I told thee not: He oft would hide himself within its arms;

I thought-I wished to think the thing forget Or gaze upon the eyes of Heaven, when

He pondered then, as to regain a thought: She stands illustrious with her midnight

At length, with a firm tongue, (but mingly charms

still Revealed-all unobscured by moon or sun,

Much fancy with the fact, as madmen wir Gay-tincted cloud, or airy rainbow won

He told his tale--his dream: From light and showers; and when storms

were high He listened to the Wind-God riding by

“From my sad your The mountain- places, and there took his I never was beloved, never. irath


Fell mildew'd from my lips, and in my en llearkening his voice of triumph or command, Gloomed, it was said, the red insanity. Or heard him thro' the piny forests rave, I was not mad-nor am; but I became Ere he went murmuring to his prison-cave. Withered by malice, and a clouded Hawr



Rose from my heart and made my eyesight Once thou hast been a mockery unto man,

But thus, at least, it shall not be again. And my brain turn, and palsied every limb, Behold! where yon red rolling star doth shine And the world stood in stupor for a time. From out the darkness : that fierce star is Pet from my fiery cloud I beard of crime,

thine, Df parent's—brother's hate, and of one lost | Thy Destiny, thy Spirit, and its power For want of kindness.—Then? — ay, then Shall guard and rule thee to thy latest hour;

there came

And never shall it quit thy side, but be The rushing of innumerable wings

Invisible to all and dim to thee, By me, and sweets, such as the summer Save when the fever of the soul shall rise,


And then that light shall flash before thine Fell on my fainting senses, and I crept

eyes, into some night-dark place, and long I slept; And thou shalt then remember that thy fate I slept, until a rude uneasy inotion

Is-murder.-Thus upon the silence broke Stirred me: what passed I knew not then, The spectre's hollow words; but while it and yet

spoke, Methought the air blew freshly,and the ocean Its pale lip never moved, nor did its cye Danced with its bright blue waters: I forget | Betray intelligence. With sweeping state, Where all this happened; but at last my Over the ground the train then glided by,


And vanish'd, -vanish'd. Then methought Seemed struggling with itself, awhile in vain.

I 'woke.
There was a load on it, like hopelesa care
Lipon the mind--a dreary heavy load,

"It was no dream, for often since that hour Ind, now and then, it seemed as shapes did The star has flashed, and I have felt its goad

power, My soul to recollection, or despair.


('Twas in my moodier moments) and my soul Seemed languishing for blood, and there did

roll "Clearer and clearer now from day to day Rivers of blood beside me, and my hands, The figures floated on my sight, but when As tho' I did obey my Fate's commanda, : moved they vanished. Then, a grim array, Were smeared and sanguine, and my throlike spectres from the graves of buried men,

bing brow Came by in silence: each upon his face Grew hot and blistered with the fire within, Wore a wild look, as tho’ some sad disgrace And my heart withered with a secret sin, lad stamped his life (or thus I thought) And my whole heart was tempested: it grew

with sorrow,

Larger methought with passion-even now They vanished too; but ever on the morrow I feel it swell within me, and a flood They came again, with greater sadness, 'till Of fiery wishes such as man ne'er knew spoke; then one of them gave answer - Seem to consume me. Sometimes I have shrill

stood Is blasts that whistle thro’the dungeon's grate Looking at heaven-for Hope, with thesc On bleak December-nights, when in her state

sad eyes, Comes the white Winter.-Look!-(I thus In vain-for I was born a sacrifice:


What hope was there for me, a murderer? Che sounds it utter'd)-Look, the phantom What lovely? nothing --- yes, I err, I err.


Yes,- mixed with these wild visionings, a Jpon thine ancestry departed-dead.

form Cach one thou seest hath left his gaping towb Descended, fragile as a summer-cloud, Cmpty and comes to warn thee of thy doom: And with her gentle voice she stilled the And each, whilst living, bore within his brain

storm: settled madness : start not-80 dost thou: I never saw her face and yet I bowed Chou art our own, and on thy moody brow Down to the dust, as savage men, they say, There is the invisible word ne'er writ in vain. Adore the sun in countries far away.

ook on us all: we died as thou shalt die, I felt the music of her words like balm The victims of our heart's insanity. | Raining upon my soul, and I grew calm 'rom sire to son the boiling rivers ran As the great forest-lion that lay down Chro' every vein and 'twas alike with all : At Una's feet, without a single moan, t touched the child and trampled down the Vanquish'd by love; or as the herds that hung

Their heads in silence when the Thracian ind every eye that, with its dead dull ball,

sung. jeems as it stared upon thee now, was bright-I never saw her,- never, but her voice 18 thine is, with the true transmitted light. Was the whole world to me. It said: Rejoice! Iadness and pain of heart shall break thy For I am come to love thee, youth, at last,


To recompense thy pains and sorrow past. ind she shall perish whom thou lovest the No longer now, amongst the mountains high,


Shalt thou over thy single destiny

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