THE FIREWORKS FROM THE CASTLE OF ST. ANGELO ON THE MARRIAGE OF THE LADY GWENDOLIN TALBOT WITH THE ELDEST SON OF THE PRINCE BORGHESE POEMS OF SENTIMENT AND REFLECTION. UNSPOKEN DIALOGUE. ABOVE the trailing mignonnette Four decades o'er her life had met, Not to the radiant firmament, The courses of her mind were bent,— The Daughter of the place. Thus ran her thoughts: "O, wretched day! Well could I let my charms decay, If she were not their heir: I loathe the sunbeams as they play B “Yet why? She is too good-too mild— So madly to aspire He is no Boy to be beguiled By sparks of coloured fire; "Her fatherless and lonely days Are sere before their time; And cease to haunt these wooded ways, On to the conscious maiden past Half-petulantly back she cast The glistening curls that hung About her neck, and answered fast, "Yes, I am young-too young. "Yet am I graver than my wont, Graver when He is here ; Beneath the glory of his front I tremble-not with fear, But, as I read, Bethesda's font Felt with the Angel near. 46 Must I mate only with my kind, With something as unwise As my poor self, and never find Affection I can prize At once with an adoring mind, "My mother trusts to drag me down By pleasures of the clamo'rous town, And in such selfish tumult drown Then darker round the Lady grew And stormy thoughts began to brew For then, without disguise, she knew "What is my being, if I lose My love's last stake? while She Has the fair future where to choose Free scope those means and powers to use "Was it for this her baby arms "O horrible! to wish my child- |