"Such, Maiden, are the pangs that wait the hour Of easiest dissolution! yet weak man And veiling Fear in Superstition's garb, Coward wretch ! 200 Fond coward, thus to make his reason war "Fool that thou art! the Being that permits And such do well to keep it. But to one 205 210 215 Thinkest thou, The parent, if his child should unrecall'd Of fleeting joys and heart-consuming cares, I can be only happy in my home 220 With thee —my friend! — my father! 'Thinkest thou, That he would thrust him as an outcast forth? Oh! he would clasp the truant to his heart, 224 Whilst he spake, his eye Dwelt on the Maiden's cheek, and read her soul Yet, not silent long, "Eloquent tempter cease!" the Maiden cried, 230 235 Then lift mine eyes to Heaven, and there in faith 240 If thou didst know the worth of one good deed Is mine,.. a glorious call. For her deliverance. France looks to me 244 "Maiden, thou hast done 250 Thy mission here," the unbaffled fiend replied: "The foes are fled from Orleans: thou, perchance Exulting in the pride of victory, 255 Forgettest him who perish'd: yet albeit Even to its dregs,.. England's inhuman chiefs 260 And force such burning blushes to the cheek The earth might cover thee. In that last hour, 265 For the brute multitude, and thou shalt hear Mockery more painful than the circling flames 269 Which then consume thee; wilt thou not in vain Then wish my friendly aid? then wish thine ear Had drank my words of comfort? that thy hand Had grasp'd the dagger, and in death preserved Insulted modesty ?” Her glowing cheek Blush'd crimson; her wide eye on vacancy 275 Was fix'd; her breath short panted. The cold fiend, My friendship proffers, now shalt thou behold He stamp'd the earth, 280 And dragging a huge coffin as his car, Two Gouls came on, of form more fearful-foul' Than ever palsied in her wildest dream The unwelcome load, and mark'd their brethren feast Below, the vault dilates 290 Its ample bulk. "Look here!"-Despair addrest The shuddering Virgin, "see the dome of Death!" It was a spacious cavern, hewn amid The entrails of the earth, as though to form A grave for all mankind: no eye could reach, 295 Its distant bounds. There, throned in darkness, dwelt The unseen power of Death. And from the coffin as he led the Maid, Exclaim'd," Where mortal never stood before, 300 Thou standest: look around this boundless vault; Observe the dole that Nature deals to man, And learn to know thy friend." She answer'd not, Observing where the Fates their several tasks 304 Plied ceaseless. "Mark how long the shortest web Allow'd to man!" he cried; "observe how soon, Twined round yon never-resting wheel, they change Their snowy hue, darkening through many a shade, Till Atropos relentless shuts the sheers." 309 Too true he spake, for of the countless threads, Drawn from the heap, as white as unsunn'd snow, Or as the spotless lily of the vale, Was never one beyond the little span Of infancy untainted: few there were 319 But lightly tinged; more of deep crimson hue, 315 324 Who on his thread those precious tears receives; That throbs with pity, and in such a world 330 To her the fiend, well hoping now success, "This is thy thread; observe how short the span; And little doth the evil Genius spare 335 His bitter tincture there." The Maiden saw The Maid replied, "Or to prevent or change the will of Heaven, 340 Impious I strive not: let that will be done!" |