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But set a springe for him, “ mio ben,"
My only good, my first last love !-
He sees some things done they must move
I think of her by night and day.
With Giulio, in each word I say?
Giulio, my Giulio !_sing they so,
And you be silent? Do I speak,
Round some one, and I feel so weak ?
They sing for hate, they sing for doom !
They'll sing and stun me in the tomb-
THE LAY OF THE BROWN ROSARY.
“ONORA, Onora,”—her mother is calling ;
“Night cometh, Onora.”
She looks down the garden-walk caverned with trees,
“Some sweet thought or other may keep where it found
her, While, forgot or unseen in the dreamlight around her,
Night cometh-Onora !"
She looks up the forest whose alleys shoot on
“ Onora, Onora !”
And forward she looketh across the brown heath
Onora, art coming ?”—what is it she seeth?
“My dau ter ?” Then over
The casement she leaneth, and as she doth so
“At the tryst with her lover.”
But his mother was wroth : in a sternness quoth she,
And will ne'er wed another?"
Then the boy wept aloud ; 't was a fair sight yet sad
Must I utter it, mother ? "
In his vehement childhood he hurried within
But a child at a prayer never sobbeth as he-
At nights in the ruin
66 The old convent ruin the ivy rots off,
“A nun in the east wall was buried alive
With an Ave half-spoken.
“I tried once to pass it, myself and my hound,
In the pass of the Brocken.
“At dawn and at eve, mother, who sitteth there
At dawn and at even !
“Who meet there, my mother, at dawn and at even ?
And a face turned from heaven?
“St. Agnes o’erwatcheth my dreams, and erewhile I have felt through mine eyelids the warmth of her smile ;
But last night, as a sadness like pity came o'er her,
The Tempted is sinning.”
Onora, Onora !! They heard her not coming,
And a smile just beginning :
It touches her lips but it dares not arise
Between clouds of amber ;
For the hair droops in clouds amber-coloured till stirred
And floats through the chamber.
“Since thou shrivest my brother, fair mother,” said she, “I count on thy priesthood for marrying of me; And I know, by the hills, that the battle is done, That my lover rides on, will be here with the sun,
’Neath the eyes that behold thee.”
Her mother sat silent-too tender, I wis,
If he cometh, who told thee?"
“I know by the hills,” she resumed calm and clear “By the beauty upon them, that he is anear :
Did they ever look so since he bade me adieu ?
As St. Agnes in sleeping !”
Half ashamed and half softened the boy did not speak, And the blush męt the lashes which fell on his cheek : She bowed down to kiss him : dear saints, did he see Or feel on her bosom the BROWN ROSARY,
That he shrank away weeping ?
ONORA sleeping. Angels, vut not near.
fair? Second Angel.
As bodies be First Angel.
And she so mild ? Second Angel.
As spirits when
And she so young, that I who bring
How hath she sinned ?
In bartering love :