Beyond, the Tibur, on his shrunken way, The hills lay basking in the purple sky, And-ev'n as one who walketh in a sleep— The Moon rov'd dreaming, o'er the night sky's solemn steep. VIII. "He comes not "-Zoe murmured-" yet the hour "What form glides there!-Ha! sure by yonder larch "Athwart the gloom--a human shadow stole, 66 "I heard the black boughs rustle as it past. "O God, before whose eye the felon night -my breath "He comes! How blest the silence which doth melt "Beneath the music of his footstep! Air, "How my lip drinks thee, since thy tides have felt "The thrilling odour of his rich breath-where "The perfume, and the sighing sounds of May, "Weave o'er the face of night a soft and blossoming day! "My glorious stranger, welcome! Ah! as one "Who watcheth daylight on the mountain's brow, "Has my soul long'd for thee—and I have won "The boon at last. Thou beamest on me now! "But why so cruel, dearest! thou must measure "The past suspense-dread-torture-with the bliss "That now flows forth in tears-thou art a treasure "So vast--so wondrous-that to merely miss "Thee from my side-fills my whole frame with fear! "And, truant, see how Dian from her vault "Tells thee how long my heart hath sickened here, "And dares-what I may not-upbraid thee with thy fault." They sate them on a fallen column, where Typing the' immortal wrecks—and barren pride of scene! IX. "And tell me, feel'st thou not our lone retreat, "Drink from our love an ether of delight? "And tell me, if like mine thy heart hath beat "Thro' the long-dull day, with one wish for night? 'Night-most beloved night, that marks us meet"Alas! alas! that we should ever part !" "And wherefore should we?—Are we not become "Each to the other, all beneath the skies? 66 My heart flies to thy presence, as its home, "And sleeps beneath the shadow of thine eyes! "Wherefore, my Zoe? Thou art to my sight "The focus of the wild and scattered beams, 66 Compell'd, I wander backward to my doom, "Thou, as yon star clings ever through the gloom, "Fast by the pathway of the pilgrim moon,— "Thou wilt still shine, unsevered by my side, 66 My star of faith and love, my blessing and my bride!” She answered not, but trembled; and he raised Sate paleness there, and droop'd-the tender eyes Silent and self-consuming, cast its gloom O'er her still features, and their touching bloom! He gazed, and felt within him as he gazed The bold and haughty spirit sink and quail— As if the omen of no idle fears Crept to his heart, and with a voice of bale, Spoke of his baffled youth—his manhood's loveless years! "Thou dost not answer, Zoe ;-can it be "That I have lov'd too wildly?-true, that ne'er "Hast thou reveal'd thy birth, thyself, to me; "Or shape, that in the weird and passionate night, "But now, Love, let me lure thee from thy shade, "Lift the all-idle mystery from my heart— Eager his eye, and anxious was his tone, And the half smile that o'er his features shed She with a tender look, Made soft by sadness, and a silent fear, And with a voice, which summon'd from its throne The charmed heart unto the haunted ear, After a pause replied: "I will not brook "Mine own, to gaze upon the dark thought, thou "Leave Rome, and me!—Nay, nay, unknit that brow!" "List to me, Zoe!-In my father's land, "For ages have our bold race bow'd the knee "To false gods fed on that idolatry, "Which maketh what it worships. It is given |