2 A WOMAN'S QUESTION. Does there within thy dimmest dreams Wherein thy life could henceforth breathe, If so, at any pain or cost, oh, tell me before all is lost. Look deeper still. If thou canst feel, Within thy inmost soul, That thou hast kept a portion back, While I have staked the whole; Let no false pity spare the blow, but in true mercy tell me so. Is there within thy heart a need One chord that any other hand Speak now-lest at some future day my whole life wither and decay. Lives there within thy nature hid The demon-spirit Change, Shedding a passing glory still On all things new and strange ?— It may not be thy fault alone—but shield my heart against thy own. A WOMAN'S QUESTION. Couldst thou withdraw thy hand one day, That Fate, and that to-day's mistake, Not thou-had been to blame? 3 Some soothe their conscience thus: but thou wilt surely warn and save me now. Nay, answer not-I dare not hear Yet I would spare thee all remorse, So comfort thee, my Fate Whatever on my heart may fall-remember, I would (JACOBO FOSCARI at the Palace window.) LIMBS! how often have they borne me And, masqued as a young gondolier, amidst Raced for our pleasure, in the pride of strength; With dazzling smiles, and wishes audible, THE TWO FOSCARI. 5 Which kiss'd it like a wine-cup, rising o'er Lord Byron. ALL is but coloured show. I look This heart, now hot and dried, Because her life is now No more than stories in a printed book. Grass thickens proudly o'er that breast, Clay cold and sadly still, My happy face felt thrill. |