And then she whispered in such trembling From Pyrrha's pebbles or old Adam's Than throbbing blood, and that the self- That, while it smote, still guaranteed to Where 'gainst a column he leant thought- By blinded Lycius, so in her comprised. fully They passed the city gates, he knew not Of some arched temple door, or dusky And a few Persian mutes, who that same colonnade. year 390 Yourself from his quick eyes?" Lycius That is a doubtful tale from faery land, 5 Betwixt two marble shafts; there they Ay, a sweet kiss you see your mighty reposed, woes. 55 Where use had made it sweet, with eyelids My thoughts! shall I unveil them? Listen closed, then! Wheels round its dazzling spokes." — The lady's cheek Trembled; she nothing said, but, pale and meek, Arose and knelt before him, wept a rain 65 That purple-linèd palace of sweet sin, 35 "Why do you sigh, fair creature?" whis Of sorrows at his words; at last with pain wrung, stung, well That but a moment's thought is passion's Perverse, with stronger fancy to reclaim 70 passing-bell. Her wild and timid nature to his aim; Besides, for all his love, in self despite, Against his better self, he took delight Luxurious in her sorrows, soft and new. His passion, cruel grown, took on a hue 75 Fierce and sanguineous as 'twas possible In one whose brow had no dark veins to swell. pered he. 40 "Why do you think?" returned she tenderly; "You have deserted me: where am I now? Not in your heart while care weighs on your brow: No, no, you have dismissed me; and I go Fine was the mitigated fury, like |