behold, guard and threaten to sever with drawn blades. All this in rudest paint, with a belt of clouds surrounding and throwing a mist over the whole. Further along and deeper into the gloom! Loud ring the startled echoes! An owl that has made his nest high up in the arches, hoots mournfully and flaps his lazy wings, that give forth a sound like the rush of disprisoned winds! Further along and deeper into the gloom, and lo! a hall, ascended to by steps of stone, darker and gloomier and more solemn than the first! On the floor are skeletons grim of unnumbered human sacrifices. On the dank pavement human bones, with huge blocks of stone laid upon them, as if upon human bodies weights had been laid, and thus they had died. Further along, bones of the human frame sticking in the stone, where they had been built into the granite walls, like Ariel in heart of oak, and there had lingered, pined, agonized, and died! Further along, the figure of a sphere, representing the earth, and painted on one side to represent land and on the other water, with figures drawn on it of outre shapes. Near the whole, and bending solemnly, is the statue of an old man with bare crown and flowing beard-weeping, weeping, sorely weeping! Weeping for the world seems the old rock-made father! And so wonders accumulate, and night deepening around us, we return to the upper air to bivouac by the light of blazing fires. We sleep with Methusaleh, for our canopy is the heavens! The want of love was big within the boy His heart was sick with it—yet could not touch The waters where the soul might drink and quicken. The deep belief in truth, and purity, And tenderness, and in that mystic life More holy and complete the purest type Of that pervading love which blends the flower Of good and evil into one glad whole- The tapers sparkled in the sconces. Light Flashed from the diamonds upon beauty's brow, And played on glancing neck and ivory shoulder, Sailing like swans amid the circling music Which tuned it to their passage. Here the girl Bringing her paces out; while here a tongue Which might have charmed a world-had he who owned it And trite philosophy, and witty scandal, In which corruption, draped and garlanded Among the others was the boy; his eye Throws off instead of thoughts. His tongue brake off-- Not yet, all learnt his part in the great farce- He has beheld the thing his soul had needed, And as he saw it, every separate sense Had sickened into faintness. She sate apart, Of her large eye, was as a silent lake In the heart of a mountain the winds visit not. One longing look the boy plunged into it, Struggling into conception, which would probe Their slumbering secrets. It chanced her look met his, Blinded and drunken. With parting word to none, They met. How, where, or when, needs not to tell. The standers-by looked at his love, and laughed. Some thought she fooled him. Others thought the husband The fool; and both were wrong. He only used him. Traders in life have uses for all men; And pen-craft, most of all, has ready uses To which the worldly-wise may put its master. She-well, perhaps she loved him. Why repeat Points of the compass; the madness that so many His own more special curse? Let them believe and suffer. The losing gamester May die or cure, but he who stakes false counters Upon the chances of the game, when hearts He spake to her, and she had loved before Whom she should not have loved, and so she told him. But still he spake, until her passion clung To one whose passion listened, yet could feel In that fierce joy, which, while it quenches thirst, In him whose parching throat it cools; and still, She worships, let her hear no other tongue, The hopes which he had nursed-priced thought and word With his own hand, the hills, and made the desert, The four far dwellers in the mountain-slopes, In those occasional frailties, which at times The sister Dried her first tears, and was a human sunbeam, Lighting their woe with those warm smiles which cheat Frost to belief in summer; yet thinking still, In the unselfish silence of her sadness, It would not have been thus, had she been there. |