LVI. "The light white cloud swam over us. Anon We saw the large white stars rise one by one, LVII. "Saw God divide the night with flying flame, I heard Him, for He spake, and grief became LVIII. "When the next moon was rolled into the sky, Strength came to me that equalled my desire. How beautiful a thing it was to die For God and for my sire! LIX. "It comforts me in this one thought to dwell, That I subdued me to my father's will; Because the kiss he gave me, ere I fell, Sweetens the spirit still. LX. "Moreover, it is written that my race Hewed Ammon, hip and thigh, from Aroer On Arnon unto Minneth." Here her face Glowed, as I looked at her. LXI. She locked her lips: she left me where I stood: LXII. Losing her carol I stood pensively, As one that from a casement leans his head, When midnight bells cease ringing suddenly, And the old year is dead. "Alas! alas! 99 LXIII. a low voice, full of care, Murmured beside me ; "Turn and look on me: I am that Rosamond, whom men call fair, If what I was I be. LXIV. "Would I had been some maiden coarse and O me! that I should ever see the light! Those dragon eyes of angered Eleanor Do hunt me, day and night." poor! LXV. She ceased in tears, fallen from hope and trust: To whom the Egyptian: "O, you tamely died! You should have clung to Fulvia's waist, and thrust The dagger through her side." LXVI. With that sharp sound the white dawn's creeping beams, Of folded sleep. The captain of my dreams LXVII. Morn broadened on the borders of the dark, LXVIII. Or her, who knew that Love can vanquish Death, Who kneeling, with one arm about her king, Drew forth the poison with her balmy breath, Sweet as new buds in Spring. LXIX. No memory labors longer from the deep Gold-mines of thought to lift the hidden ore That glimpses, moving up, than I from sleep To gather and tell o'er LXX. Each little sound and sight. With what dull pain Compassed, how eagerly I sought to strike Into that wondrous track of dreams again! But no two dreams are like. LXXI. As when a soul laments, which hath been blest, Desiring what is mingled with past years, In yearnings that can never be exprest By signs or groans or tears; |