Part with wishes-vows unspoken,

Tears unshed and hearts unbroken!

2.

"O this feeling! who shall cure it—
Teach the Maiden to endure it ?—
Where is he, whitebearded, holy,
Who shall lead his daughter slowly
To the waters melancholy?
Lead his love-afflicted daughter
To the still, estranging water?—
Where the pool so gloomy-shining,
Can relieve this love-repining?

3.

"She has let it charm too dearly,
Lull too fondly, touch too nearly,
That sweet sorrow; now unwilling,
In the wave so soothing, chilling,
Pure, translucent, passion-killing,
He must lave her-chaunting faintly
Hymns so piteous, hymns so saintly!
Then shall cease this yearning-sighing,
With the mystic measure dying."

VIII.

So parted they and so they strove apart
Each to repress the risings of the heart;
Each to rake out, ungerminant, ungrown,
The seed in fertile soil too richly sown.
Yet in her own despite, it seemed, the Maid,

Was still recalled to something done or said
By or about the Stranger; to her breast
Tidings of him like wild birds to their nest
Would fly it seemed as to their natural rest;
The slightest news that floated in the air
By some attraction seemed to settle there;
Nor ever seemed there lack of such, or dearth
Of Fancy's food; for desert wastes of Earth
Blush nectared fruits, and the blue void above
Rains mystic manna but to nourish Love!

RANOLF AND AMOHIA.

BOOK THE THIRD.

ALL IN A SUMMER NIGHT.

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VOL. I.

Canto the First.

Miroa's Tidings.

1. Amo watching Ranolf's boat.

Her song.

2. Indoors weaving;

sings again. 3. The Grasshopper a burden.'

4. Evening; news

of another proposed alliance for her. 5. Her revulsion of feeling. 6. Earthquake. 7. A resolve (8) acted upon.

I.

TRUE Love is like a polype cut in twain,
And doubled life will from division gain.

Fond Amohia could not in her pain
Of stifled passion, though she strove, refrain
From stealing sometimes to a lonely spot
Where all before her lay the Lake serene,
And she could see the glimmer of the cot
Her heart divined was Ranolf's: there with mien
Expectant on the mountain-side unseen

In thick red-dusted fern would couch until
From the dim baseline of the opposite hill
A white speck disengaged itself and grew
Into a sail; or sometimes,-for to while
The time when sport was slack or weather bad,
With help from native hands, our sailor-lad
Had fitted up a light canoe