Mistake you would have made on seeing the | Where the blue veins look'd shadowy, shrunk, and weak; And his black curls were dewy with the spray, two, Although the mortal, quite as fresh and fair, Had all the advantage too of not being air. And when into the cavern Haidee stepp'd, Bent with hush'd lips that drank his scarcedrawn breath. And thus, like to an angel o'er the dying Who die in righteousness, she lean'd; and there All tranquilly the shipwreck'd boy was lying, Which weigh'd upon them yet, all damp and salt, Mix'd with the stony vapours of the vault. And she bent o'er him, and he lay beneath, Hush'd as the babe upon its mother's breast, Droop'd as the willow when no winds can breathe, Lull'd like the depth of ocean when at Soft as the callow cygnet in its nest; again, As o'er him lay the calm and stirless air: He woke and gazed, and would have slept pain Had further sleep a further pleasure made; To the sweet portraits of the Virgin Mary. And thus upon his elbow he arose, Although she told him, in good modern With an Ionian accent, low and sweet, That he was faint, and must not talk,but eat. Now Juan could not understand a word, tone, Whence Melody descends as from a throne. And Juan gazed as one who is awoke 'Tis pleasing to be school'd in a strange | 'Twas well, because health in the human tongue frame By female lips and eyes-that is, I mean, Is pleasant, besides being true love's essence, When both the teacher and the taught are | For health and idleness to passion's flame Are oil and gunpowder; and some good lessons young, As was the case, at least, where I have been; Remain'd unknown within his craggy nook: | But to return,-Get very drunk; and when You wake with head-ache, you shall see what then. At last her father's prows put out to sea, Then came her freedom, for she had no mother, So that, her father being at sea, she was Now she prolong'd her visits and her talk (For they must talk), and he had learnt to say So much as to propose to take a walk,— For little had he wander'd since the day On which, like a young flower snapp'd from the stalk, Drooping and dewy on the beach he lay,And thus they walk'd out in the afternoon, And saw the sun set opposite the moon. It was a wild and breaker-beaten coast, With cliffs above, and a broad sandy shore, Guarded by shoals and rocks as by an host, With here and there a creek, whose aspect wore A better welcome to the tempest-tost; The outstretch'd ocean glitter like a lake. And the small ripple spilt upon the beach Scarcely o'erpass'd the cream of your champaigne, When o'er the brim the sparkling bumpers reach, That spring-dew of the spirit! the heart's rain! Few things surpass old wine; and they may preach Who please, the more because they preach in vain,— Let us have wine and woman, mirth and laughter, Sermons and soda-water the day after. Man, being reasonable, must get drunk; Of life's strange tree, so fruitful on occasion: glow They look'd up to the sky, whose floating | Haidee spoke not of scruples, ask'd no vows, Spread like a rosy ocean, vast and bright; They heard the waves splash, and the wind And saw each other's dark eyes darting Into each other—and, beholding this, And, never having dreamt of falsehood, she She loved, and was beloved-she adored, But by degrees their senses were restored, Felt as if never more to beat apart. Alas! they were so young, so beautiful, Alas! for Juan and Haidee! they were They look upon each other, and their eyes Round Juan's head, and his around hers lies He hers, until they end in broken gasps; Half naked, loving, natural, and Greek. And when those deep and burning moments And Juan sunk to sleep within her arms, warms, |