I grasp'd him, Father, all the while "Though he was rich, and very old, I did not touch a grain of gold, But the blood I drank from the bubbling vein "My son! my son! for this thou hast done, Though the sands of thy life for aye should run,' The merry monk did say; Though thine eye be bright, and thine heart be light, The thunders of the Church were ended, V. My First, in torrents bleak and black, When, with my Second at his back, "Now take me in; the moon hath passed; I pray ye, take me in! The lightnings flash, the hail falls fast, All Hades rides the thunder-blast; "I know thee well, thy songs and sighs; A wicked god thou art, And yet most welcome to the eyes, And shook his drooping wing; The lover bade him enter there, And wrung my First from out his hair, And dried my Second's string. And therefore,―(so the urchin swore, By Styx, the fearful river, And by the shafts his quiver bore, And by his shining quiver,) That Lover aye shall see my whole In the deep calm of even! VOL. II.-17 VI. THE Indian lover burst From his lone cot by night; When Love hath lit my First, In hearts by Passion nurst, Oh! who shall quench the light? The Indian left the shore He heard the night wind sing, And curs'd the tardy oar, And wish'd that he could soar, The blast came cold and damp, But, all the voyage through, I lent my lingering lamp He paddled his canoe. VII. ENIGMA. In other days, when hope was bright, Of endless spring, and cloudless weather, But now ye tell another tale, Away! ye grieve and ye rejoice |