From my remembering star. I waited only Thy mother's strength to bear the common shock And, oh! so sweetly pale! And thou, my child! My heart misgave me as I look'd upon thee; Come, sweet! she is not worthy Of tears like thine and mine! * She fled and left me The very night! The poison was prepared— The curtains for a last, a parting look Had she but taken thee, I could have felt she had a mother's heart, And drain'd the chalice still. I could not leave My babe alone in such a heartless world! ISIDORE. Thank God! Thank God! TO ERMENGARDE. I KNOW not if the sunshine waste The world is dark since thou art gone! And sadness in the sight of flowers; And if I go where others smile, Their love but makes me think of ours, Like one upon a desert isle, I languish of the weary hours; I never thought a life could be So flung upon one hope, as mine, dear love, on thee! I sit and watch the summer sky. There comes a cloud through heaven alone; A thousand stars are shining nigh- Yet now it nears the lovelier moon; And, flushing through its fringe of snow, There steals a rosier dye, and soon The cloud already onward flies, And shadows sink into its heart, And (dost thou see them where thou art?) Its light, like mine, is seen no more, Where press this hour those fairy feet? What odour breathes thy lattice through? I bless the slowly coming moon Because its eye look'd late in thine! I envy the west wind of June Whose wings will bear it up the Rhine; The flower I press upon my brow Were sweeter if its like perfumed thy chamber now! |