And run thro' every change of sharp | I pledge her not in any cheerful cup, and flat; Nor care to sit beside her where she sits Ah pity-hint it not in human tones, But breathe it into earth and close it up With secret death for ever, in the pits Which some green Christmas crams with weary bones. VII. XII. Tis'n them as 'as munny as breaks into 'ouses an' steals, Them as 'as coats to their backs an' taäkes their regular meals. Parson's lass 'ant nowt, an' she went 'a Noa, but it's them as niver knaws wheer nowt when 'e's dead, Mun be a guvness, lad, or summut, and addle * her bread : Why? fur 'e's nobbut a curate, an' weänt nivir git naw 'igher; An' 'e maade the bed as 'e ligs on afoor 'e coom'd to the shire. a meal's to be 'ad. [This poem is founded upon a story in Boccaccio. A young lover, Julian, whose cousin and foster-sister, Camilla, has been wedded to his friend and rival, Lionel, endeavors to narrate the story of his own love for her and the strange sequel of it. He speaks of having been haunted in delirium by visions and the sound of bells, sometimes tolling for a funeral, and at last ringing for a marriage; but he breaks away, overcome, as he ap proaches the Event, and a witness to it completes the HE flies the event: he leaves the event to me: Poor Julian - how he rush'd away; the bells, Those marriage-bells, echoing in ear and heart Can chill you all at once": then starting, thought His dreams had come again. "Do I wake or sleep? Or am I made immortal, or my love Mortal once more?" It beat -the heart -it beat : Faint but it beat: at which his own began To pulse with such a vehemence that it drown'd The feebler motion underneath his hand. But when at last his doubts were satisfied, He raised her softly from the sepulchre, And, wrapping her all over with the cloak Not know? with such a secret to be known. them both, And all the house had known the loves of both; He came in, and now striding fast, and now But all their house was old and loved There the good mother's kindly min istering, With half a night's appliances, recall'd Her fluttering life: she rais'd an eye that ask'd "Where?" till the things familiar to her youth Had made a silent answer: then she spoke, "Here! and how came I here?" and learning it (They told her somewhat rashly as I think) At once began to wander and to wail, "Ay, but you know that you must give me back: Send! bid him come"; but Lionel was away Stung by his loss had vanish'd, none knew where. "He casts me out," she wept, “and goes" a wail That seeming something, yet was nothing, born Net from believing mind, but shatter'd nerve, Yet haunting Julian, as her own reproof "O yes, and you," she said, "and none but you. For you have given me life and love again, And none but you yourself shall tell him of it, And you shall give me back when he returns." Had died almost to serve them any way, And all the land was waste and solitary : And then he rode away; but after this, An hour or two, Camilla's travail came Upon her, and that day a boy was born, Heir of his face and land, to Lionel. And thus our lonely lover rode away, And pausing at a hostel in a marsh, There fever seized upon him: myself was then Travelling that land, and meant to rest an hour; And sitting down to such a base repast, And in a loft, with none to wait on him, |