The earth seems one vast bride-bed. Doth God tempt us? Is 't all a veil to blind our eyes from Him? A fire-fly at the candle! 'Tis love leads him: Love's light, and light is love: Oh, Eden! Eden! Eve was a virgin there, they say; God knows. Is it all a fleeting type of higher love? Rest, rest, torn heart! Yet where? in earth or heaven? Still, from out the bright abysses, gleams our Lady's silver footstool, Still the light-world sleeps beyond her, though the nightclouds fleet below. Oh! that I were walking, far above, upon that dappled pavement, Heaven's floor, which is the ceiling of the dungeon where we lie. Ah, what blessed Saints might meet me, on that platform, sliding silent, Past us in its airy travels, angel-wafted, mystical! They perhaps might tell me all things, opening up the secret fountains Which now struggle, dark and turbid, through their dreary prison clay. Love! art thou an earth-born streamlet, that thou seek'st the lowest hollows? Sure some vapours float up from thee, mingling with the highest blue. Spirit-love in spirit-bodies, melted into one existenceJoining praises through the ages-Is it all a minstrel's dream? Alas! he wakes. Lew. [LEWIS rises. Ah! faithless beauty, Is this your promise, that whene'er you prayed I should be still the partner of your vigils, And learn from you to pray? Last night I lay dis sembling When she who woke you, took my feet for yours: Now I shall seize my lawful prize perforce. And weeping furrows traced! Ah! precious life-blood! Eliz. Forgive! 'twas I-my maidens Lew. O, ruthless hags! Eliz. Not so, not so-They wept When I did bid them, as I bid thee now To think of nought but love. Lew. Elizabeth! Speak! I will know the meaning of this madness! By such sharp lessons. I must tread their paths, Grief is the gate of bliss-why wedlock-knighthood A mother's joys-a hard-earned field of glory— Lew. But doleful nights, and self-inflicted torturesAre these the love of God? Is He well pleased With this stern holocaust of health and joy? Eliz. What? Am I not as gay a lady-love I know the use of pain; bar not the leech Not even to thee-command, and I'll obey thee. Lew. Thou casket of all graces! fourfold wonder Canst thou Of wit and beauty, love and wisdom! Beatify the ascetic's savagery To heavenly prudence? Horror melts to pity, And pity kindles to adoring shower Of radiant tears! Thou tender cruelty! Gay smiling martyrdom! Shall I forbid thee? Thy courage by my weakness? Where thou darest, To worship, not to cavil: I had dreamt of such things, Tingled through every vein, and wept, and swore 'Twas beautiful, 'twas Christ-like-had I thought That thou wert such: Eliz. You would have loved me still? Lew. I had gone mad, I think, at every parting Strewn on the wreathed snows, or rubies dropped Eliz. I am forgiven at last? Lew. I think, mine own, To-night, my sister— Henceforth I'll clasp thee to my heart so fast Eliz. [laughing.] We shall see Now I must stop those wise lips with a kiss, And lead thee back to scenes of simpler bliss. SCENE II. A Chamber in the Castle. ELIZABETH-the Fool-ISENTRUDIS -GUTA singing. Far among the lonely hills, As I lay beside my sheep, Rest came down upon my soul, From the everlasting deep. Changeless march the stars above, Changeless 'morn succeeds to even; And the everlasting hills, Changeless watch the changeless heaven. See the rivers, how they run, Can the sailor move the main ? Neither ask, nor fret, nor strive: |