"For what can life to thy lost Psyche give, "What can it offer but a gloomy void! Why thus abandoned should I wish to live? "To mourn the pleasure which I once enjoyed, "The bliss my own rash folly hath destroyed; "Of all my soul most prized, or held most dear, "Nought but the sad remembrance doth abide, "And late repentance of my impious fear; "Remorse and vaio regret what living soul can bear! "Oh, art thou then indeed for ever gone! "And art thou heedless of thy Psyche's woe! "From these fond arms for ever art thou flown, "And unregarded must my sorrows flow! "Ah! why too happy did I ever know "The rapturous charms thy tenderness inspires? "Ah! why did thy affections stoop so low? "Why kindle in a mortal breast such fires, "Or with celestial love inflame such rash desires? "Abandoned thus for ever by thy love, "No greater punishment I now can bear, "From fate no farther malice can I prove; "Not all the horrors of this desert drear, "Nor death itself can now excite a fear; "The peopled earth a solitude as vast "To this despairing heart would now appear; "Here then, my transient joys for ever past, "Let thine expiring bride thy pardon gain at last!" 66 Now prostrate on the bare unfriendly ground, Though angry Venus we no more can shun, "Appease that anger, and I yet am thine! "Lo! where her temple glitters to the sun; "With humble penitence approach her shrine, "Perhaps to pity she may yet incline; "But should her cruel wrath these hopes deceive, "And thou, alas! must never more be mine, "Yet shall thy lover ne'er his Psyche leave, "But, if the fates allow, unseen thy woes relieve.' Stronger 1811. "Stronger than I, they now forbid my stay; To catch those accents which her soul could cheer, And now the joyous sun had cleared the sky, Screens the fair building from the desert plain; Round the soft scene immortal roses bloom, 66 With awe that fearfully her doom awaits When lo! advancing from the hallowed gates A wand, and roses bind his snowy brows: "Bear hence thy feet profane (he sternly cries) Fly, nor her fiercer wrath too daringly aronse !" His pure white robe imploringly she held, And, bathed in tears, embraced his sacred knees; And melting pity in his eye she sees; 66 Hope not (he cries) the goddess to appease, "Retire at awful distance from her shrine, "But seek the refuge of those sheltering trees, "To hear her sacred will, and mark the words divine.” T "Presumptuous "Presumptuous Psyche! whose aspiring soul "No suppliant tears her vengeance shall abate "And on the altar must thou place an urn "Filled from immortal Beauty's sacred spring, "Which foul deformity to grace can turn, "And back to fond affection's eyes can bring "The charms which fleeting fled on transient wing; "Snatch'd from the rugged steep where first they rise, "Dark rocks their crystal source o'ershadowing, "Let their clear water sparkle to the skies, "Where cloudless lustre beams, which happiness supplies! "To Venus thus for ever reconciled, " (This one atonement all her wrath disarms) "From thy loved Cupid then no more exiled, "There shalt thou, free from sorrow and alarms, "Enjoy for ever his celestial charms. "But never shalt thou taste a pure repose, "Nor ever meet thy lover's circling arms, "Till, all subdued that shall thy steps oppose, "Thy perils there shall end, escaped from all thy foes." With meek submissive woe she heard her doom, But in the myrtle grove's mysterious gloom And sets delicious food before her wondering eyes. Cheer'd by the favouring omen, softer tears And And as she went, behold, with hovering flight What fears the child?" he wondering cried, With courteous air as near he drew. "Soldier, away! my father died, Murdered by men of blood like you." Even while the angry cherub speaks, "And who are these,-this startled pair, As seized with wild and sudden dread!" " "Tis Ellen Byrne," an old man cried; "Poor Ellen, and her orphan boy!" Then turned his silvered brow aside, To shun the youth's inquiring eye. "And is there none to guard the child, Save that lone frenzied widow's hand? These rocky heights, these steep woods wild, Sure some more watchful eye demand.” "Ah, well he knows each rock, each wood, "That boy had seen his father's blood, Had heard his murdered father's groan; And never more in playful mood With smiles his infant beauty shone." Sad was the pitying stranger's eye: "Too well," said he, "I guess the truth; His father, sure, was doomed to die, Some poor deluded rebel youth." "No rebel he," with eye inflamed, And cheek that glowed with transient fire, Roused to a sudden warmth, exclaimed The hapless Ellen's aged sire. "He did not fall in Tarah's fight, No blood of his the Curragh stains, Where many a ghost that moans by night He |