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CANZONE IV. Tacer non posso, e temo non adopre. HE RECALLS HER MANY GRACES. Fain would I speak—too long has silence seal'dLips that would gladly with my full heart moveWith one consent, and yieldHomage to her who listens from above;Yet how can I, without thy prompting, Love,With mortal words e'er equal things divine,And picture faithfullyThe high humility whose chosen shrineWas that fair prison whence she now is free?Which held, erewhile, her gentle spirit, whenSo in my conscious heart her power began.That, instantly, I ran,—Alike o' th' year and me 'twas April then—From these gay meadows round sweet flowers to bind,Hoping rich pleasure at her eyes to find. The walls were alabaster, the roof gold,Ivory the doors, the sapphire windows lentWhence on my heart of oldIts earliest sigh, as shall my last, was sent;In arrowy jets of fire thence came and wentArm'd messengers of love, whereof to thinkAs then they were, with awe—Though now for them with laurel crown'd—I shrinkOf one rare diamond, square, without a flaw,High in the midst a stately throne was placedWhere sat the lovely lady all alone:[Pg 281]In front a column shoneOf crystal, and thereon each thought was tracedIn characters so clear, and quick, and true,By turns it gladden'd me and grieved to view. To weapons such as these, sharp, burning, bright,To the green glorious banner waved above,—'Gainst which would fail in fightMars, Polypheme, Apollo, mighty Jove—While still my sorrow fresh and verdant throve,I stood defenceless, doom'd; her easy preyShe led me as she choseWhence to escape I knew nor art nor way;But, as a friend, who, haply, grieves yet goes,Sees something still to lure his eyes and heart,Just so on her, for whom I am in thrall,Sole perfect work of allThat graced her age, unable to depart,With such desire my rapt regards I set,As soon myself and misery to forget. On earth myself, my heart in Eden dwelt,Lost in sweet Lethe every other care,As my live frame I feltTo marble turn, watching that wonder rare;When old in years, but youthful still in air,A lady briefly, quietly drew nigh,And thus beholding me,With reverent aspect and admiring eye,Kind offer made my counsellor to be:"My power," she said, "is more than mortals know—Lighter than air, I, in an instant, makeTheir hearts exult or ache,I loose and bind whate'er is seen below;Thine eyes, upon that sun, as eagles', bend,But to my words with willing ears attend. "The day when she was born, the stars that winProsperity for man shone bright above;Their high glad homes withinEach on the other smiled with gratulant love;Fair Venus, and, with gentle aspect, Jove[Pg 282]The beautiful and lordly mansions held:Seem'd as each adverse lightThroughout all heaven was darken'd and dispell'd,The sun ne'er look'd upon a day so bright;The air and earth rejoiced; the waves had restBy lake and river, and o'er ocean green:'Mid the enchanting sceneOne distant cloud alone my thought distress'd,Lest sometime it might be of tears the sourceUnless kind Heaven should elsewhere turn its course. "When first she enter'd on this life below,Which, to say sooth, not worthy was to hold,'Twas strange to see her soAngelical and dear in baby mould;A snowy pearl she seem'd in finest gold;Next as she crawl'd, or totter'd with short pace,Wood, water, earth, and stoneGrew green, and clear, and soft; with livelier graceThe sward beneath her feet and fingers shone;With flowers the champain to her bright eyes smiled;At her sweet voice, babbling through lips that yetFrom Love's own fount were wet,The hoarse wind silent grew, the tempest mild:Thus clearly showing to the dull blind worldHow much in her was heaven's own light unfurl'd. "At length, her life's third flowery epoch won,She, year by year, so grew in charms and worth,That ne'er, methinks, the sunSuch gracefulness and beauty saw on earth;Her eyes so full of modesty and mirth,Music and welcome on her words so hung,That mute in her high praise,Which thine alone may sound, is every tongue:So bright her countenance with heavenly rays,Not long thy dazzled vision there may rest;From this her fair and fleshly tenementSuch fire through thine is sent(Though gentler never kindled human breast),That yet I fear her sudden flight may beToo soon the cause of bitter grief to thee." [Pg 283]This said, she turn'd her to the rapid wheelWhereon she winds of mortal life the thread;Too true did she revealThe doom of woe which darken'd o'er my head!A few brief years flew by,When she, for whom I so desire to die,By black and pitiless Death, who could not slayA fairer form than hers, was snatch'd away! Macgregor.
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