Before that Child of Pleasure rose The lonely rock - the lonelier one, A haunting spectre till he knows The human wish is won! X. Low-murmuring round the turret's base He said- then went. And in that place The Twain were left; and Misery And Guilt stood face to face! XI. Yes, face to face once more arrayed, Stood the Betrayer — the Betrayed ! Oh, how through all those gloomy years, When Guilt revolves what Conscience fears, Had that wronged victim breathed the vow And now, That, if but face to face There face to face with him he stood, By the great sea, on that wild steep; Around, the voiceless Solitude, Below, the funeral Deep! XII. They gazed the Injurer's face grew pale Pale writhe the lips, the murmurs fail, And thrice he strives to speak—in vain! - Except Revenge-man's first and last! Those wrongs — that wretch — could they for- All that could sweeten life was past, XIII. He gazed before, he glanced behind, Breathless and mute; and o'er him stands, Mercy! what mean those claspèd hands, XIV. "Thou hast cursed my life, my wealth despoiled; My hearth is cold, my name is soiled; A human voice and face to me! O stay O stay and let me yet One thing that speaks man's language know! The waste hath taught me to forget XV. O Heaven! methinks, from thy soft skies, He knelt XVI. the man who half till then Forgot his God in loathing men, He knelt, and prayed that God to spare was he not forgiven? "Yes, man for man thou didst create; Man's wrongs, man's blessings can atone! To learn how Love can spring from Hate Go, Hate, and live alone." THE LAY OF THE MINSTREL'S HEART. 291 THE LAY OF THE MINSTREL'S HEART. It was the time when Spring on Earth Gives Eden to the young; On Provence shone the Vesper star; “The year may take a second birth, The Heart whose sunshine lives in thee One May from year to year shall see; Thy love, eternal Spring!" The Ladye-blushed, the Ladye sighed, The Heart he pledged was leal and brave And when shall Aymer claim his Bride? He goes to guard the Savour's grave; Behold, a Cross, a Grave, a Foe! High deeds, that level Rank to Fame, 292 THE LAY OF THE MINSTREL'S HEART. Have bought young Aymer's right to claim High deeds should ask no meed below - The poison-dart, in Victory's hour, Has pierced the Heart where lies the flower, It is the time when Spring on Earth And harp and hymn proclaim the Bride, And, darkly through the wassail mirth, Turn, Marguerite, from the bridegroom turn- Lo, on the Urn how withered lies Thy gift the scentless flower! One tear bedewed the Ladye's eyes, The dead can ne'er to life return, "A marble tomb shall grace the Urn," She said and turned away. |