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Lucifer. And so it shall be ever; but we will Unfold its gates!

Cain. Enormous vapours roll

Apart—what's this?Lucifer. Enter! aoo

Cain. Can I return?

Lucifer. Return! be sure: how else should death be peopled?Its present realm is thin to what it will be, Through thee and thine.

Cain. The clouds still open wide

And wider, and make widening circles round us.

Lucifer. Advance!

Cain. And thou!

Lucifer. Fear not—without me thou

Couldst not have gone beyond thy world. On! on!

[ They disappear through the clouds.



When we two parted In silence and tears,
Half broken-hearted To sever for years,
Pale grew thy cheek and cold,

Colder thy kiss;
Truly that hour foretold Sorrow to this.

The dew of the morning

Sunk chill on my brow— It felt like the warning

Of what I feel now. Thy vows are all broken,

And light is thy fame: I hear thy name spoken,

And share in its shame.

They name thee before me,

A knell to mine ear;
A shudder comes o'er me—

Why wert thou so dear?
They know not I knew thee,

Who knew thee too well:— Long, long shall I rue thee,

Too deeply to tell. In secret we met—

In silence I grieve,
That thy heart could forget,

Thy spirit deceive.
If I should meet thee

After long years, How should I greet thee ?—

With silence and tears.


Zootj nov, <raS ay emtio.

Ma1d of Athens, ere we part
Give, oh give me back my heart!
Or, since that has left my breast,
Keep it now, and take the rest!
Hear my vow before I go,
ZoSrj f1ov, crai dyana1.

By those tresses unconfined, Woo'd by each jEgean wind,

By those lids whose jetty fringe Kiss thy soft cheeks' blooming tinge; By those wild eyes like the roe,

Zoot) [lov, eras dyaitdb.

By that lip I long to taste;
By that zone-encircled waist;
By all the token-flowers that tell
What words can never speak so well;
By love's alternate joy and woe.
Zoot; fiov, <rds dyaitw.

Maid of Athens! I am gone:Think of me, sweet! when alone. Though I fly to Istambol, Athens holds my heart and soul: Can I cease to love thee? No!

Zoorj juov, <raS ayaxiS.

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"Heu, quanto minus est cum reliquis versari quam tui meminisse!

And thou art dead, as young and fair

As aught of mortal birth;
And form so soft, and charms so rare,

Too soon return'd to Earth!
Though Earth received them in her bed,
And o'er the spot the crowd may tread

In carelessness or mirth,
There is an eye which could not brook
A moment on that grave to look.

I will not ask where thou liest low,

Nor gaze upon the spot;
There flowers or weeds at will may grow,

So I behold them not:
It is enough for me to prove
That what I loved, and long must love,

Like common earth can rot;
To me there needs no stone to tell,
'Tis Nothing that I loved so well.

Yet did I love thee to the last

As fervently as thou,
Who didst not change through all the past,

And canst not alter now.
The love where Death has set his seal,
Nor age can chill, nor rival steal,

Nor falsehood disavow:
And, what were worse, thou canst not see
Or wrong, or change, or fault in me.

The better days of life were ours;The worst can be but mine:
The sun that cheers, the storm that lowers, Shall never more be thine.

The silence of that dreamless sleep
I envy now too much to weep;

Nor need I to repine
That all those charms have pass'd away;
I might have watch'd through long decay.

The flower in ripen'd bloom unmatch'd

Must fall the earliest prey;
Though by no hand untimely snatch'd,

The leaves must drop away: 40 And yet it were a greater grief
To watch it withering leaf by leaf,

Than see it pluck'd to-day;
Since earthly eye but ill can bear
To trace the change to foul from fair.

I know not if I could have borne

To see thy beauties fade;
The night that follow'd such a morn

Had worn a deeper shade:
Thy day without a cloud hath pass'd, 50 And thou wert lovely to the last;

Extinguish'd, not decay'd;
As stars that shoot along the sky
Shine brightest as they fall from high.

As once I wept, if I could weep,

My tears might well be shed,
To think I was not near to keep

One vigil o'er thy bed;
To gaze, how fondly! on thy face,
To fold thee in a faint embrace, 60

Uphold thy drooping head;
And show that love, however vain,
Nor thou nor I can feel again.

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