But they, our loved and loving-they to whom We have spread out our souls in joy and gloom, Their looks and accents, unto ours address'd, Have been a language of familiar tone Too long to breathe, at last, dark sayings and unknown. XXXVI. I told my heart, 'twas but the exile's woe Spoke of some deeper cause. How oft we seem Like those that dream, and know the while they dream, 'Midst the soft falls of airy voices grieved, And troubled, while bright phantoms round them play, By a dim sense that all will float and fade away! XXXVII. Yet, as if chasing joy, I woo'd the breeze Which were not made for man, what man hath borne, Answering their moan with his !—what thou didst bear, My lost and loveliest! while that secret care XXXVIII. For unto thee, as through all change, reveal'd look Through all my soul, and thine even unto fainting shook. XXXIX. Fallen, fallen, I seem'd-yet, oh! not less beloved, There was the root,-strong, living, not the less Yet still such love as quits not misery's side, Nor drops from guilt its ivy-like embrace, Nor turns away from death's its pale heroic face. XL. Yes! thou hadst follow'd me through fear and flight! led Thou would'st have follow'd had my pathway dread, Thou, 'midst the hush of thousands, would'st have been With thy clasp'd hands beside me kneeling seen, And meekly bowing to the shame thy head— The shame!-oh! making beautiful to view The might of human love-fair thing! so bravely true! XLI. There was thine agony-t -to love so well Where fear made love life's chastener.-Hereto fore Whate'er of earth's disquiet round thee fell, Now, that far brightness faded, never more Could thou lift heavenwards for its hope thy heart, Since at heaven's gate it seem'd that thou and I must part. XLII. Alas! and life hath moments when a glance(If thought to sudden watchfulness be stirr'd)— A flush-a fading of the cheek, perchanceA word-less, less-the cadence of a word, Lets in our gaze the mind's dim veil beneath, Thence to bring haply knowledge fraught with death! -Even thus, what never from thy lip was heard Broke on my soul. I knew that in thy sight I stood howe'er beloved—a recreant from the light! XLIII. Thy sad, sweet hymn, at eve, the seas along,- Hath melted from my heart the martyr-strength away! Ave, sanctissima! 'Tis nightfall on the sea; Ora pro nobis ! Our souls rise to thee! Watch us, while shadows lie O'er the dim waters spread; Thou that hast look'd on death, Ora pro nobis ! The wave must rock our sleep, Ora, Mater, ora! Thou star of the deep! XLIV. "Ora pro nobis, Mater !"-What a spell Was in those notes, with day's last glory dying On the flush'd waters-seem'd they not to swell From the far dust, wherein my sires were lying With crucifix and sword?-Oh! yet how clear Comes their reproachful sweetness to mine ear! “Ora”—with all the purple waves replying, All my youth's visions rising in the strain— And I had thought it much to bear the rack and chain! XLV. Torture! the sorrow of affection's eye, May pierce than many swords!—and this I bore Silence rose up where hearts no hope could share: Alas! for those that love, and may not blend in prayer! XLVI. We could not pray together 'midst the deep, Soft, solemn, holy!-We were on our way |