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Mourn: I am come to share it. I, whom all| Most faithful — perhaps best: Wher ser Have worshipped like a shrine, have left the

were nigh hall

Unto thy green recesses did I send Of my proud parents, and, without a sigh, My thoughts, and freshest rills of poest Am come to roam by caverns and by Came streaming all around from fountain floods,

old; And be a dweller with thee in the woods. -- And so I drank and drank, and haply told Here let me pause, for now I must not How thankful was I unto the night-wind

say

Alone,-a cheerless confidant, but kind. How she, my gentle spirit, fades away; And now, and now-Alas! and must I die, The martyr of a crime I cannot shun? And now, Colonna, and sweet Julia What have I- what have my dead fathers A few few words to ye: If I have sunk

done,

Imperfectly your loves, or idly hung That thus from age to age a misery Upon your griefs, forgive it. One fair da Is seared and stamped upon us?—Shall it be Shone on your lives and lingered; yet For ever thus? It shall not. I will run

yet My race as fearless as the summer-gun, I now must pass what I may ne'er forge! When clouds come not, and like his cours - Thou bright and hymeneal Star, whom above

wane Shall mine be here below, all light and love." (For thou alone canst never rise again)

Is as the dark declining of the soul,

Roll gently over youth and beauty-roll He ended, and with kisses sweet and soft | In thy so sweet and silent course along. She recompensed his words, and bade him A soft sigh only thy companion-song;

dwell

In all the light of love I leave thee now, No more upon the past, but look aloft Unclouded and sublime. Upon the brow And pray to Heaven; and yet she bade him of each shed thy soft influence-calm, a tell

gay: Again the story of that lady young, For me,-a word I'll speak, and then-away Who o'er him in such dream-like beauty Sleep softly, on your bridal pillows, sleep.

hung.

Excellent pair; happy and young and true. You saw her, Marcian-no?-My love, my And o'er your days, and o'er your sluben love,

deep My own, he said; 'twas thou, my forest- And airy dreams, may Love's divinest der

dove

Be scatter'd like the April-rains of Heaves Who soothed me in the wilderness, and crept And may your tender words, whispered a Into my heart, and o'er my folly wept,

even, From dusky evening to the streaming morn, Be woven into music; and, as the wind Showers of sparkling tears. Oh! how forlorn Leaves, when it flies, a sweetness still Was I without thee. Should I lose thee

bebind, now

When distant, may each silver soundia: Away, away, she said, and on his brow

tone Pressed her vermillion lips, and drew his Weigh on the other's heart, and bring the hair

gone) Aside and kissed again his forehead fair. The absent back; and may no envy serer Come, thou shalt lie upon-ay, on my breast, Your joys, but may each love-be loved for And I will sing thee into golden rest.

. . . . .

. .

Now, as I write, lo!thro'my window stream Thus talked they, follying, as lovers will; The midnight-moon--crescented Dian, wb A pleasant pastime,-and, when worldly pain | 'Tis said once wandered from her wastes Comes heavily on us, it is pleasant still

blue, To read of this in song: it brings again And all for love; filling a shepherd's dream The hours of youth before man's jaded eye, With beauty and delight. He slept, he slepl. Spreading a charm about him silently. And on his eyelids white the huntress wipe --Oh! never shall thy name, sweet Pocsy, Till morning and looked thro', on nights list Be flung away, or trampled by the crowd

this, As a thing of little worth, while I aloud His lashes dark, and left her dewy kiss; May-(with a feeble voice indeed) proclaim But never more upon the Latmos hill The sanctity, the beauty of thy name. May she descend to kiss that forest-boy. Thy grateful servant am I, for thy power And give-receive gentle and innocent jes Has solaced me thro'many a wretched hour; When clouds are distant far and winds ar In sickness--ay, when frame and spirit sank,

still: I turned me to thy crystal cup and drank Her bound is circumscribed, and curbed by Intoxicating draughts. Faithfulicst friend, I

will.

ere immortal storier: - are they | And died away, as voices by a lyre gone?

T( Touched by the trembling of its notes ) queen is dethroned ; Endymion

expire. ished ; and the worship of this earth Around the lovers' brows white roses hung, to golden gods of vulgar birth. | And at their feet the wealth of spring was

luulg;
And they at times would sit apart and speak
Each to the other with a flushing cheek,
Or note the gentle look in maiden's eye,

Called up by lordly gallant whispering by.
P A RT III.

LL unto the valleys and the shores Fate was at hand, - a snake amidst the y the sounding sea : awhile farewell

flowers, y haunted fountain, lawny dell, And looked and laughed upon the passing y wood thro' which the night-wind

hours; roars

And Envy and pale Hate then exiled far sweet Love,soon must I say farewell Foretold the setting of Love's brighter star.

thee, and Happiness-gay flowers -Oh! the deep sorrow of that weary day who shew yourselves in sunny hours, When Marcian chanced, as he was wont, to away before your buds are blown:

stray irliest relics, in its spring-time strewn Scarce listening to the Tyber's gentle sound, ther'd weeds before the steps of Fate, Yet winding as the mazy river wound. ading offerings,--yet ere I sate At morn he left his home, and paced along, with sorrow, in a pleasant rhyme | Companion'd only by a heart-felt song, I speak somewhat of a gentler time. That sprung like incense to the gates of

Heaven;

By the gay fever of his spirit driven, full of languishment, too deep to last, the travelled swiftly onwards; but his sight ridal hours in happy beauty passed, Was buried in deep thought: the enchantather-footed hours!)--and hoary Time

ments bright hed his pale brow and with a look That lie among the clouds he noticed not, sublime

And all the promise of the year forgot. out the stream of joy a measure quaffed, The golden fruitage from its grove of green oung Love shook his rosy wings and Looked out unheeded, and no longer seen, laughed.

The sky-bird mounted toward the morningand Arcadian tale and sylvan song,

sun, a to those moments did of right belong, And shrilly told aloft of day begun. round and then returned: the morning- How he was wakened from that dreaming

mood, righter eyes than e'er he glanced upon, Alas, must now be known :-In the broad day vening saw them still the same, and Marking the clear blue river roll away, night

In equalid weeds a savage creature stood. d from her star-lit throne on stars more It is it cannot be -Oh! Death and night! bright.

Hath he come peering from his watery home, norn was given to tale, the noon to ease Mocking and withering every human sight? musing beneath shade of branching Hath dark Orsini still a power to roam ?-trees;

Dæmon or ghost or living thing he stands, night to slumber; but at evening gray Staring with sullen eyes upon the sands, n the too fiery Sun had passed away, As tho' he brooded o'er some wrong, or strove ( was heard beneath the smiling moon, To wreck on happier hearts the slights of love, midnight came, (it ever came too soon) Like one escaped from toil, but fit for strifesongs which lovers once were wont to The last and lingering ill,--the blight of life.

sing night forlorn and lady triumphing; flowers that lie upon the breast of May, Colonna, sad Colonna, he hath fled gems, were plucked to fashion garlands Wildly unto his home :--there Julia lay

Upon her pillow slumbering, calm and gay laurels green to deck the poet's head, As sleep may be. The waves, the waves, then the bard was loved and honoured.

he said, ome lay beside a river lapsing clear, The sick sea-waters yawn and yield their fancied Sylph or Naiad watching near,

deadile some of fabled Faun and Dryad told, The dead? he is alive: Peril nor pain Fairy haunting well or fountain cold ; Death nor the grave would keep him in its erer and anon the fitful breeze

bed. ne aiding those most gentle phantasies, The black Orsini is returned-again.

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Marcian! she utter'd faintly, and a gleam And from the distant clond came scatterin Played round her mouth: it was a happy

out dream.

Rivers of fire: it seemed as though the de Thou, lovely thing, whom nature made 80 Had burst from out of the billows, far am

fair,

| No pilot had they their small boat to see Young treasure of creation, must despair Aside from rocks, no sea-worn mariner Sear thy trancendant beauty, because thou Who knew each creek and bay and sheltoring Wrapped thy sweet arms about a maniac's

steep, brow?

And all the many dangers of the deep. Julia ! she sleeps, she sleeps; a happy sleep. They fled for life, (for happiness is life) Oh! why did I draw her within the sweep- And met the tempest in his hour of striks. Why-of my fiery star? It comes--I see Abroad upon the waters: they were drim The comet red, which Fate, mine enemy, Against him by the angry winds of heata Hath placed about me like a circle sure : And all around, the clouds, the air, the e I cannot fly, and yet shall I endure? Rose from unnatural dead tranquillity, Endure-I must, evil and hate-I must, And came to battle with their legions: And Hell, until I wither into dust:

| Shot shattering down, and thunders rete That may be soon. She moves, poor girl,

aloud, My love!

And the wild lightning from his drippi: Hearest thou I call upon thee? My pale

shrond dove!

Unbound his arrowy pinions blue and pale Still on my bosom, still. She woke : his eye And darted thro'the heavens. Below, the Rolled round and round like one in misery Sang like a dirge, and the white biller Fearful to speak. But silence is not dumb,

lashed And in his deep eloquent agony

The boat, and then like ravenous lions daahu She read strange fearful things. He whis- | Against the deep wave-hidden rocks, and is

pered: Come- Of ghastly perils as they backward raid We must begone-(Begone? dear Marcian!) Aye, quickly! for alas, we have no home Nor refuge here. On land Italian

The lovers, driven along from hour to her We must not build our hearths, nor hope to Were helpless, hopeless, in the areas dwell

power. In safety now, from youth to age.- 'Tis well; – The storm continued, and no voice Perhaps 'tis well, she said: And wilt thou go

heard, On a long journey with me,- far away? Save that of some poor solitary bird. I may not tell thee now; but a dire foe I Which sought a shelter on the gairer Has risen upon me. Wilt thou wander-say?

mast, (All the world over 1-) Oh! thou hast said But soon borne off by the tremendous bie Comfort unto my soul, he uttered;

Sank in the waters screaming. The great.. Whilst I may lay my head upon thy breast, Bared like a grave its bosom silently: It matters not; my Heaven is there-my rest. Then sank and panted like an angry this Let the red star shine on, for I am thine, With its own strength at war. The vessel Thine while I am,-in darkness and dismay, Towards the land, and then the billows Here, or in wildernesses far away;

Larger and white, and roared as triumphs In poverty forlorn, or love divine,

Scattering afar and wide the heart spre In prisons or in freedom,-aye, in death. That shone like loose snow as it passed awr He ceased, and straightway he was calm : 1 - At first the dolphin and the porpaise de

his breath

Camc rolling by them, and the hungry bir Was in a moment stilled: one gentle sigh Followed the boat, patient and eagere Came from pale Julia, but he trembled not, And the gray curlew slanting dipped here For she was his—the rest was all forgot. And the hoarse gull his wing within the fear - That night they left the land of Italy. But some had sank, the rest had har

home.

And there pale Julia and her husband, claw There was a tempest brooding in the air Each in the other's arms, sate viewing Dres Far in the west. Above, the skies were fair, She for his sake at times in terror gap And the sun seemed to go in glory down: But he to cheer her kept his steady bres One small black cloud (one only) like a crown, Talking of hope, and smiled like mornis Touched his descending disc and rested there:

There Slow then it came along, to the great wind They sate together in their sweet dee Rebellious, and (although it blew and blew,) At times upon his breast she laid her ke Came on increasing, and across the blue And he upon her silent beauty fed, Spread its dark shape, and left the sun behind. Hushing her fears, and 'tween her ami The day-light sank, and the winds wailed

storm about

Drew his embroidered cloak to keep The barque wherein the luckless couple lay, I

warı:

She thanked him with a look upturned to his, And hearken to the thoughts thy waters The which he answered with n a gentle kiss

teachPressed and prolonged to pain. ller lip was Eternity, Eternity, and Power,

cold, And all her love and terror mutely told.

And now-whither are gone the lovers now?

Colonna, wenrest thou anguish on thy brow, () thon, vast Ocean! Ever sounding sea!

And is the valour of the moment gone? Chou syinbol of a drear immensity!

Fair Julia, thou art smiling now alone : Chou thing that windest round the solid world

The hero and the husband weeps at lastjike a huge animal, which, downward hurld

Alas, alas! and lo! he stands aghast, from the black clouds, lies weltering and

Bankrupt in every hope, and silently gasps alone,

Like one who maddens. Hark! the timbers Lashing and writhing till its strength begone,

part Chy voice is like the thunder, and thy sleep And the sea-billows come, and still he clasps s as a giant's slumber, loud and deep.

His pale pale beauty closer to his heart; Chou speakest in the East and in the West

The ship has struck; one kiss—the lastit once, and on thy heavily laden breast

Love's own; Fleets come and go, and shapes that have

- They plunge into the waters and are no life

gone. Dr motion, yet are moved and inet in strife.

The vessel sinkr—'tig vanished, and the sea l'he earth hath nought of this : no chance

Rolls boiling o'er the wreck triumphantly, nor change

And shrieks are heard, and cries, and then Ruffles its surface, and no spirito dare

short groans Give answer to the tempest-waken air;

Which the waves stifle quick, and doubtful Zut o'er its wastes the weakly tenants range

tones It will, and wound its boxom as they go: Like the faint monnings of the wind pass by, ver the same, it bath no ebb, no flow;

And horrid gurgling sounds rise np and die, But in their stated rounds the seasons come,

And noises like the choaking of man's breathInd pass like visions to their viewless home,

-But why prolong the tale? it is of death! Ind come again, and vanish : the young

Spring jooks ever bright with leaves and blos

-Yenrs came and fled. To many Time was soming ;

fraught Ind Winter always winds his sullen horn, With joy; to some imperfect pleasures When the wild Autumn with a look forlorn

bronght: Dies in his stormy manhood; and the skies

| But to the Prince Colonna gray and old Weep and flowers bicken when the Summer

A dull unchanging tale he ever told, flies.

The children of his winter-years were gone -Thou only, terrible Ocean, hast a power, They lay. 'twas told, among the

They lay, 'twas told, among the waters, I will, a voice, and in thy wrathful hour,

dead: When thou dost lift thine anger to the clouds,

In the bright spirit of their youth they fled, fearful and magnificent beauty shrouds

| And left him, in his pallid age, alone. rhy broad green forehead. If thy waves be He wet the dust with bitter tears, and bowed

driven

Before his idols, and vast treasures vowed Backwards and forwards by the shifting wind,

To saint or virgin from his coffers bright; low quickly dost thou thy great strength

And often fiercely at the deep midnight unbind,

Would he do torture for his sin, and drank And stretch thine arms, and war at once with

Unto the very dregs the cup of pain.
Heaven!

With steel and stripe he wrought, until he sank

Beneath the bloody penance:--'twas in vain. Thou trackless and immeasureable Main! Remorse, Remorse ---(a famished creature On thee no record ever lived again

bred To meet the hand that writ it : line nor lead From Sin and feasting on its father dead) Iath ever fathomed thy profoundest deeps, Sprang like a withering snake upon his heart. Vhere haply the huge monster swells and It wrapped him in its fiery folds around :

sleeps,

It stung, and withered, but it had no sound; (ing of his watery limit, who 'tis said And tho'he prayed and wept would not depart. can move the mighty ocean into stormDh! wonderful thou art, great element: Ind fearful in thy spleeny humours bent, The palace of his fathers, once so gay, Ind lovely in repose: thy summer-form Was mossed and green and crumbling to # beautiful, and when thy silver waves

decay: Take music in earth's dark and winding caves, The pillars yellowed in the marble-halls,

love to wander on thy pebbled beach, | And thro' the ruined casements the wild Larking the sunlight at the evening-hour,

rains

Rushed with destroying wrath, and shapeless | Time flew, and health returned and quite

stains

And still i' the world they fonnd energy Ran o'cr, disfiguring all the pointed walls.

bless. Few servants tended on their antient lord, Colonna plied him in the fisher's trad And mirthful revel, banished from his board, And Julia watched his evening-sail, Sought refuge with the humble. Song or If but a crested wave was on the deep

sound

And if she heard the ocean-billows s Echoed no more within the gallery's bound, Loudly along the shore, she looked en les But in a lonely tower a lamp at times And prophesied of storm and tempest 10 Was seen, and startling thro' the silent air -One eve returning home with show Flew shrieks, as from a wretch whom many

song, crimes

The fishers plied their tossing boat aku Had seared, and driven to life's last hold,– And Marcian at the helm the rudder gui

despair.

And looked upon the waters, which dve -Friends passed, by one, and one, and one Beside the barque, seeming to rise and

away;

Like short hours in a deep eternity. His foes grew glad ; his brother's children, He saw a menial standing on the strane

gay

Who, turning from a chart within his Cast dice for his domains, while bending low Looked round to note the place. Aga Before the papal chair one whispered how

was Report had gone abroad of some dark crime He saw-Orsini's slave- Alas, alas! Done by the old man in his early time, Oh! Love, fair Love! is there no wilde And hinted of his vast possessions, which For thee to hide thee in thy dark distra Divided might the holy church enrich, No haven and no hope, sweetest of all And his contented heirs. The mitred king For thee to celebrate thy festival? Disdained to parley with so poor a thing; A sad short world is this, and yet thonk Yet questioned the great prince, whose No home where thou mayst dream "ti: answers cold

be past. Confirmed the story which the slanderer told. Tumult and strife and storm and wild dixes And so he lived, (a perished shape) like one Envy and hate,-and thus we pass art: Lost in a lovely world-alone, alone. And trample on the flowers that deck our

And goad ourselves if others do not guar

And hath thy fiery planet then not set Colonna ?-When the winds and thunder met Nomore in that lone hamlet were there In tumult, and around in many shapes. But the remembrance of what once had in Death hovered with his dart, Fate turned (Their deep and sad affection) still sarı

aside

Their going. They had lived,and geathThe arrows, laughing o'er the waters wide, Amongst the wild and sea-beat marian Till the sea trembled. Ah! but who escapes -- His eye was clearing to a calm, and be Who can escape from Fate? It frowned, Troubled, but still at times, and alwau

and hung,

| And her sweet voice (like music heard Darker than Death itself, the foreheads | By tender hermitess in rocky cell,

o'er

Or in dreams of love, at night, Of that sad pair, and when the billows flung By young and hopeless anchorite) Their limbs in scorn upon the foamy shore, Was after many a year remembered Uprose the veering wind, and the next wave They fled into the mountains. Night and Scarce touched the ringlet of Colonna's hair, By strange and lonely paths they Which, streaming black upon the strand,

their war. lay there

Wild as a creature in the forests bors The image of his fortunes. Dark and wild, That spring on Asian sands, Coloana par Neglected, torn, -with an unquiet grave | And with his burthen on his bosom flere Open beside him, there Colonna smiled, Supporting, watching her from night to Or so it seemed, in death, but in his grasp At last the chesnut-groves and woods of Still held the lost and lifeless Julia.

Frowned on them from the gloomy 3 There, tempest-stricken – in each other's

nines, clasp,

And then Colonna felt his bride was a Beautiful on the sea-beat shore they lay: He placed her near Laverna, in a care Around her body were his arms enwove, High, overgrown and haunted, yet bise Her head upon his bosom, close as love. Had been to slumber there in former

And, from its dizzy height, he had love

court They died not. Housed within a fisher's The breeze which ever o'er the most cot

plays. Life dawned on them, and pain was soon Clad in his fisher's weeds, and with all

forgot

Bronzed by his sea-ward life, Colonna

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