Leaving thee wild for the dear child that should have been thy bride For her, the fair and débonnaire, that now so lowly lies, The life upon her yellow hair, but not within her eyes-. The life still there, upon her hair-the death upon her eyes. "Avaunt! to-night my heart is light. No dirge will I upraise, But waft the angel on her flight with a pæan of old days! Let no bell toll!-lest her sweet soul, amid its hallowed mirth, Should catch the note, as it doth float up from the damned Earth. To friends above, from fiends below, the indignant ghost is riven From hell unto a high estate far up within the HeavenFrom grief and groan to a golden throne beside the King of Heaven." B FOR her this rhyme is penned, whose luminous eyes, Shall find her own sweet name, that, nestling lies That must be worn at heart. Search well the measure The words-the syllables! Do not forget The trivialest point, or you may lose your labour ! Three eloquent words oft uttered in the hearing Like the knight Pinto-Mendez Ferdinando- You will not read the riddle, though you do the best you can do. [To translate the address, read the first letter of the first line in connection with the second letter of the second line, the third letter of the third line, the fourth of the fourth, and so on to the end The name will thus appear.] |