CHILDE HAROLD'S PILGRIMAGE. CANTO III. "Afin que cette application vous forçât de penser à autre chose; il n'y a en vérité de remède que celui-là et le temps." Lettre du Roi de Prusse à d'Alembert, Sept. 7, 1776. VOL. III. I. CHILDE HAROLD'S PILGRIMAGE. A ROMAUNT. CANTO III. I. thy face like thy mother's, my fair child! Ada! sole daughter of my house and heart? When last I saw thy young blue eyes they smiled, And then we parted,-not as now we part, But with a hope. Awaking with a start, The waters heave around me; and on high The winds lift up their voices: I depart, When Albion's lessening shores could grieve or glad mine eye. II. Once more upon the waters! yet once more! Welcome, to their roar! Swift be their guidance, wheresoe'er it lead! Though the strain'd mast should quiver as a reed, Flung from the rock, on Ocean's foam, to sail Where-e'er the surge may sweep, the tempest's breath prevail. III. In my youth's summer I did sing of One, Bears the cloud onwards: in that Tale I find O'er which all heavily the journeying years Plod the last sands of life,-where not a flower appears. |