Music for weary hearts! Midst leaves and flowers
She dwelt, and knew all secrets of their powers,
All nature's balms, wherewith her gliding tread
To the sick peasant on his lowly bed,
Came, and brought hope; while scarce of mortal birth He deem'd the pale fair form, that held on earth
Communion but with grief.
A rock-hewn chapel rose, a cross of stone Gleam'd thro' the dark trees o'er a sparkling well, And a sweet voice, of rich, yet mournful tone, Told the Calabrian wilds, that duly there
Costanza lifted her sad heart in prayer.
And now 'twas prayer's own hour. Thro' the dim foliage sent its heavenly strain, That made the cypress quiver where it stood In day's last crimson soaring from the wood Like spiry flame. But as the bright sun set, Other and wilder sounds in tumult met
The floating song. Strange sounds!--the trumpet's peal, Made hollow by the rocks; the clash of steel, The rallying war-cry.-In the mountain-pass, There had been combat; blood was on the grass, Banners had strewn the waters; chiefs lay dying, And the pine-branches crash'd before the flying.
And all was chang'd within the still retreat, Costanza's home :-there enter'd hurrying feet, Dark looks of shame and sorrow; mail-clad men, Stern fugitives from that wild battle-glen, Scaring the ingdoves from the porch-roof, bore
A wounded warrior in the rocky floor
Gave back deep echoes to his clanging sword, As there they laid their leader, and implor'd
The sweet saint's prayers to heal him; then for flight, Thro' the wide forest and the mantling night,
Sped breathlessly again.-They pass'd-but he,
The stateliest of a host-alas! to see
What mother's eyes have watch'd in rosy sleep Till joy, for very fulness, turn'd to weep,
Thus changed!-a fearful thing! His golden crest Was shiver'd, and the bright scarf on his breast— Some costly love-gift-rent :-but what of these? There were the clustering raven-locks-the breeze As it came in thro' lime and myrtle flowers,
Might scarcely lift them-steep'd in bloody showers! So heavily upon the pallid clay
Of the damp cheek they hung! the eye's dark ray---- Where was it?-and the lips!-they gasp'd apart, With their light curve, as from the chisel's art, Still proudly beautiful! but that white hue-- Was it not death's ?-that stillness-that cold dew On the scarr❜d forehead? No! his spirit broke From its deep trance ere long, yet but awoke To wander in wild dreams; and there he lay, By the fierce fever as a green reed shaken, The haughty chief of thousands-the forsaken
Of all save one!-She fled not. Day by day- Such hours are woman's birthright-she, unknown, Kept watch beside him, fearless and alone;
Binding his wounds, and oft in silence laving
His brow with tears that mourn'd the strong man's
He felt them not, nor mark'd the light veil'd form
Still hovering nigh; yet sometimes, when that storm Of frenzy sank, her voice, in tones as low As a young mother's by the cradle singing,
Would sooth him with sweet aves, gently bringing Moments of slumber, when the fiery glow
Ebb'd from his hollow cheek.
Of memory dawn'd upon the cloud of dreams,
And feebly lifting, as a child, his head,
And gazing round him from his leafy bed,
He murmur'd forth, "Where am I? What soft strain Pass'd, like a breeze, across my burning brain?
Back from my youth it floated, with a tone
Of life's first music, and a thought of one-- Where is she now? and where the gauds of pride Whose hollow splendour lured me from her side? All lost!-and this is death!--I cannot die Without forgiveness from that mournful eye! Away! the earth hath lost her. Was she born To brook abandonment, to strive with scorn? My first, my holiest love !--her broken heart Lies low, and I-unpardon'd I depart."
But then Costanza rais'd the shadowy veil From her dark locks and features brightly pale, And stood before him with a smile-oh! ne'er Did aught that smiled so much of sadness wear- And said, "Cesario! look on me; I live
To say my heart hath bled, and can forgive.
I loved thee with such worship, such deep trust
As should be Heaven's alone-and Heaven is just! I bless thee-be at peace!"
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