THE NIGHT BEFORE THE BRIDAL. CANTO FIRST. But now I am returned, and that war-thoughts Much Ado about Nothing. I. HERALD of Evening! Star Hesperian hail ! The reign of night comes sweetly on, but still By one vast impulse sway'd, all silent kneel, B Each as that hour hath found him, when and where He saw that sign, and heard the call to prayer. The pause is like the dull repose of death, You might almost discern the in-drawn breath; But this is transient as the sunset glare, The lessening disk descends, departs, - 'tis gone! Again the living tide rolls broadly on. II. Hesperian Star! The eye still rests on thee, Most beauteous in the dim obscurity; Like woman's smile serenely clear and bright, When man's wild hopes are quench'd in sorrow's night! The banners droop along the rampart walls, Pale twilight steals on bower and balcony; The fount within St. Francis' sacred halls, In its deep basin plays melodiously. Oh! for a breeze to raise the perfumed sighs From fair Sevilla's golden orang'ries! Oh! for a breath to waft the notes that tremble From some Enamorato's thrilling lute! He sings of beaming eyes, eyes which resemble The summer stars, when from their heights they shoot Down the horizon's verge, and make earth mute With watching and divining their sweet mysteries. III. Where in Sevillian towers beam eyes like thine, IV. There is a garden grove in fair Seville, Close where the river rolls its ample flood; And you may watch the boats glide by on keel Beset with spray-the fishes' finny brood, イ Or the young cygnet with her parent swan Arching their white necks in the noon-day sun: Or in the ev❜ning from that fairy strand, See the broad moonbeam on the wave expand. the leisure hours of one There wore away Whose sands of life had past their zenith run. Still Miguel loved the deep-mouth'd cannon's roar ; Of steed bedight in panoply of war. And those were days of bloodshed-Europe's gaze (2) Don Miguel, brave as in his young renown, V. He left a lonely hearth, and mansion lone, |