7. Soon did his touch perceive, or fancy there, The first faint motion of returning life. He chafes her feet, and lays them bare In the sun; and now again upon her breast Lays his hot hand; and now her lips he prest, For now the stronger throb of life he knew; And her lips tremble too! The breath comes palpably: Her quivering lids unclose, Feebly and feebly fall, Relapsing as it seem'd to dead repose. 8. So in her father's arms thus languidly, While over her with earnest gaze he hung, Silent and motionless she lay, And painfully and slowly writhed at fits, At fits to short convulsive starts was stung. Till when the struggle and strong agony Had left her, quietly she lay reposed: Her eyes now resting on Ladurlad's face, Relapsing now, and now again unclosed. The look she fix'd upon his face, implies Nor thought nor feeling; senselessly she lies, Composed like one who sleeps with open eyes. 9. Long he leant over her, In silence and in fear. Kailyal!... at length he cried in such a tone As a poor mother ventures who draws near, With silent footstep, to her child's sick bed. My Father! cried the maid, and raised her head, Awakening then to life and thought, ... thou here? For when his voice she heard, The dreadful past recurr'd, Which dimly, like a dream of pain, Till now with troubled sense confused her brain. 10. And hath he spared us then? she cried, For hope and joy the sudden strength supplied; Oh! he hath laid a Curse upon my life, Hath sent a fire into my heart and brain, The Winds of Heaven must never breathe on me; 11. This is a dream! exclaimed the incredulous maid, Yet in her voice the while a fear exprest, Which in her larger eye was manifest. This is a dream! she rose and laid her hand Upon her father's brow, to try the charm; He could not bear the pressure there;...heshrunk,...... He warded off her arm, As though it were an enemy's blow, he smote His daughter's arm aside. Her eye glanced down, his mantle she espied And caught it up; ... Oh misery! Kailyal cried, He bore me from the river-depths, and yet His garment is not wet! 23 IV. THE DEPARTURE. 1. RECLINED beneath a Cocoa's feathery shade And Kailyal on his lap her head hath laid, The boatman, sailing on his easy way, With envious eye beheld them where they lay; For every herb and flower Was fresh and fragrant with the early dew, Sweet sung the birds in that delicious hour, And the cool gale of morning as it blew, Not yet subdued by day's increasing power, Ruffling the surface of the silvery stream, Swept o'er the moisten'd sand, and raised no shower. Telling their tale of love, The boatman thought they lay At that lone hour, and who so blest as they! 2. But now the Sun in heaven is high, The little songsters of the sky Sit silent in the sultry hour, To catch the passing air; 3. There all the morning was Ladurlad laid, The man was still, pondering with steady mind, Scanning it o'er and o'er in busy thought, By some old beldam sung, While young and old, assembled round, Listened, as if by witchery bound, In fearful pleasure to her wonderous tongue. 4. Musing so long he lay, that all things seem A monstrous dream of things which could not be. |