Across the marsh, the game in view, The Hunter followed fast,
Nor paused, till o'er the stag he blew A death-proclaiming blast; Then, resting on her upright mind, Came forth the Maid-"In me Behold," she said, "a stricken Hind Pursued by destiny!
"From your deportment, Sir! I deem That you have worn a sword, And will not hold in light esteem A suffering woman's word; There is my covert, there perchance I might have lain concealed, My fortunes hid, my countenance Not even to you revealed.
"Tears might be shed, and I might pray, Crouching and terrified, That what has been unveiled to-day, You would in mystery hide; But I will not defile with dust
The knee that bends to adore The God in heaven ;-attend, be just; This ask I, and no more!
"I speak not of the winter's cold For summer's heat exchanged, While I have lodged in this rough hold,
From social life estranged; Nor yet of trouble and alarms : High Heaven is my defence;
And every season has soft arms For injured Innocence.
"From Moscow to the Wilderness It was my choice to come, Lest virtue should be harbourless, And honour want a home; And happy were I, if the Czar Retain his lawless will, To end life here like this poor deer, Or a lamb on a green hill."
"Are you the Maid," the Stranger cried, "From Gallic parents sprung, Whose vanishing was rumoured wide, Sad theme for every tongue; Who foiled an Emperor's eager quest? You, Lady, forced to wear These rude habiliments, and rest Your head in this dark lair!"
But wonder, pity, soon were quelled; And in her face and mien The soul's pure brightness he beheld Without a veil between :
He loved, he hoped, a holy flame Kindled 'mid rapturous tears ; The passion of a moment came As on the wings of years.
"Such bounty is no gift of chance," Exclaimed he; "righteous Heaven, Preparing your deliverance,
To me the charge hath given. The Czar full oft in words and deeds Is stormy and self-willed; But, when the Lady Catherine pleads, His violence is stilled.
"Leave open to my wish the course, And I to her will go;
From that humane and heavenly source,
Good, only good, can flow."
Faint sanction given, the Cavalier
Though question followed question, dear To the Maiden's filial heart.
Light was his step, -his hopes, more light, 345
Kept pace with his desires;
And the fifth morning gave him sight Of Moscow's glittering spires. He sued:-heart-smitten by the wrong,
To the lorn Fugitive
The Emperor sent a pledge as strong As sovereign power could give.
O more than mighty change! If e'er Amazement rose to pain,
And joy's excess produced a fear Of something void and vain;
'Twas when the Parents, who had mourned
So long the lost as dead,
Beheld their only Child returned, The household floor to tread.
Soon gratitude gave way to love Within the Maiden's breast; Delivered and Deliverer move In bridal garments drest; Meek Catherine had her own reward; The Czar bestowed a dower; And universal Moscow shared The triumph of that hour.
Flowers strewed the ground; the nuptial feast Was held with costly state; And there, 'mid many a noble guest,
The Foster-parents sate; Encouraged by the imperial eye,
They shrank not into shade; Great was their bliss, the honour high To them and nature paid!
IN THE GROUNDS OF COLEORTON, THE SEAT OF SIR GEORGE BEAUMONT, BART., LEICESTERSHIRE.
THE embowering rose, the acacia, and the pine, Will not unwillingly their place resign; If but the Cedar thrive that near them stands, Planted by Beaumont's and by Wordsworth's
One wooed the silent Art with studious pains: 5 These groves have heard the Other's pensive
Devoted thus, their spirits did unite By interchange of knowledge and delight. May Nature's kindliest powers sustain the Tree, And Love protect it from all injury! And when its potent branches, wide out-
Darken the brow of this memorial Stone, Here may some Painter sit in future days, Some future Poet meditate his lays; Not mindless of that distant age renowned When Inspiration hovered o'er this ground, The haunt of him who sang how spear and
In civil conflict met on Bosworth-field; And of that famous Youth, full soon removed
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