Are words! I thought never to speak again, Not even in secret, not to my own heartBut from my lips the unwilling accents start, And from my pen the words flow as I write, Dazzling my eyes with scalding tears sight .my Is dim to see that charactered in vain Those who inflict must suffer, for they see The work of their own hearts, and this must be Our chastisement or recompense-O child! I would that thine were like to be more mild For both our wretched sakes. . . for thine the most Who feelest already all that thou hast lost 'Alas, love! Fear me not . . . against thee I would not move A finger in despite. Do I not live That thou mayst have less bitter cause to grieve? I think, speak, act no ill; I do but hide The grave is yawning . . . as its roof shall cover Upon my heart-let death upon despair!' 510 He ceased, and overcome leant back awhile, Then rising, with a melancholy smile Went to a sofa, and lay down, and slept A heavy sleep, and in his dreams he wept And muttered some familiar name, and we Wept without shame in his society. I think I never was impressed so much; Of human nature . . . then we lingered not, 531 These were now lost . . . it were a grief indeed 66 They learn in suffering what they teach in song." If I had been an unconnected man, I, from this moment, should have formed some plan Never to leave sweet Venice,-for to me 550 It was delight to ride by the lone sea; I watched him, and but seldom went away, 570 With zeal, as men study some stubborn art And leave no trace-but what I now designed After many years 590 His dog was dead. His child had now become A woman; such as it has been my doom To meet with few, a wonder of this earth Where there is little of transcendant worth, Like one of Shakespeare's women: kindly she, And with a manner beyond courtesy, Received her father's friend; and when I asked Of the lorn maniac, she her memory tasked And told as she had heard the mournful tale. "That the poor sufferer's health began to fail "Two years from my departure, but that then "The lady who had left him came again. "Her mien had been imperious, but she now "Looked meek-perhaps remorse had brought her low. 599 "Her coming made him better, and they stayed Together at my father's-for I played 66 "As I remember with the lady's shawl "I might be six years old—but after all "She left him" ... 66 'Why, her heart must have been tough: "How did it end?" "And was not this enough? "They met they parted"-"Child, is there no more? 66 Something within that interval which bore "The stamp of why they parted, how they met : Yet if thine agèd eyes disdain to wet 66 66 611 Those wrinkled cheeks with youth's remembered tears, "Ask me no more, but let the silent years "Be closed and cered over their memory "As yon mute marble where their corpses lie." I urged and questioned still, she told me how All happened-but the cold world shall not know.1 1 The following cancelled passages of Julian and Maddalo evidently belong to an early stage in the poem's developement. The first fragment must have been near the opening : : "What think you the dead are?" "Why, dust and clay, What should they be?" ""Tis the last hour of day. Look on the west, how beautiful it is Vaulted with radiant vapours! The deep bliss Of that unutterable light has made The edges of that cloud fade Into a hue, like some harmonious thought, The light hues of the tender, pure, serene, And infinite tranquility of heaven. The remaining three lines would presumably have been in the maniac's soliloquy Perhaps the only comfort which remains |