Beyond the cruel bounds of thy command, 270 My plighted vow I gave; I his receiv'd: Each swore with truth, with pleasure each believ'd: The mutual contract was to heav'n convey'd; In equal scales the busy angels weigh'd 275 Its solemn force, and clapp'd their wings, and spread The lasting roll, recording what we said. Now in my heart behold thy poignard stain'd; Thy ill-starr'd passion and my stedfast hate: 280 285 Now strike, she said, and open'd bare her breast. Stand it in Judah's chronicles confest, That David's son by impious passion mov'd, Smote a she-slave, and murder'd what he lov'd. 290 And to my soul, yet uncollected, said, Into thyself, fond Solomon, return; Reflect again, and thou again shalt mourn. 295 When I thro' number'd years have pleasure sought, Am I a king, great Heav'n! does life or death 305 319 For whom, disdaining me, she keeps her charms? Too aptly the afflicted Heathens prove 316 The force, while they erect the shrines of Love. 325 His mystic form the artizans of Greece Prone to return, as best may serve his wanton ends. 330 335 inward bleed ! 340 O! can my wishes yet o'ertake thy speed! Tir'd may'st thou pant, and hang thy flagging wing, Except thou turn'st thy course, resolv'd to bring My soul thus struggling in the fatal net, Unable to enjoy or to forget, 345 I reason'd much, alas! but more I lov'd, Sent and recall'd, ordain'd and disapprov'd, Till hopeless, plung'd in an abyss of grief, I from necessity receiv'd relief; Time gently aided to assuage my pain. 350 And Wisdom took once more the slacken'd rein. But O how short my interval of woe? Our griefs how swift, our remedies how slow! Another nymph (for so did Heav'n ordain, And watch'd my eye, preventing my command. To grace my presence: Abra went the last : Her equals first observ'd her growing zeal, 355 360 And laughing gloss'd, that Abra serv'd so well. 365 Or were remark'd but with a common eye, The sun declin 'd had shot his western ray, With awful homage and submissive dread 370 375 The maid approach'd, on my declining head Volume III. F My nearer face: and now recall'd her eye, And heav'd, and strove to hide a sudden sigh. And whence, said I, canst thou have dread or pain? Hast thou to grieve or joy, to hope or fear? Ne'er felt Love's anger or receiv'd his dart. 385 Abash'd she blush'd, and with disorder spoke ; Her rising shame adorn'd the words it broke. 391 If the great master will descend to hear The humble series of his handmaid's care, O! while she tells it let him not put on The look that awes the nations from the throne: 395 In the King's frown and terror of his eye. If weeping I find favour in his sight, For can I hide it? I am sick of love; 400 O! witness earth beneath and heav'n above, If madness may the name of passion bear, 405 Or love be call'd what is indeed despair. Thou sov'reign Pow'r, whose secret will controls The inward bent and motion of our souls! Why hast thou plac'd such infinite degrees Between the cause and cure of thy disease? 410 |