The Subterranean Stream. And we will dream it is thy joy we hear, When life's young music, ringing far and clear, No tears for thee! the lingering gloom is ours- 329 THE SUBTERRANEAN STREAM. "Thou stream, Whose source is inaccessibly profound, Whither do thy mysterious waters tend? ARKLY thou glidest onward, DA Thou deep and hidden wave! The laughing sunshine hath not looked Thy current makes no music- A muffled voice of mystery, No brighter line of verdure The halcyon doth not seek thee, Thou know'st no tint of the summer sky, 330 The Subterranean Stream. Yet once will day behold thee, Fresh bursting from their caverned veins, There wilt thou greet the sunshine Oh! art thou not, dark river! Those earth-born strange misgivings- Yet who hath breathed them to his friend, They hold no heart-communion, Wild is their course and lonely, Yet surely must their wanderings Tasso and his Sister. 331 TASSO AND HIS SISTER "Devant vous est Sorrente; la demeuroit la sœur de Tasse, quand il vint en pelerin demander a cette obscure amie un asyle contre l'injustice des princes.-Ses longues douleurs avaient presque egare sa raison; il ne lui restoit plus que son genie."-Corinne. HE sat, where on each wind that sighed S1 The citron's breath went by, While the red gold of eventide Burned in the Italian sky. Her bower was one where daylight's close But still and thoughtful at her knee With bright fixed wondering eyes, that gazed With brows through parted ringlets raised, They stood in silent grace. While she-yet something o'er her look Of mournfulness was spread Forth from a poet's magic book The proud undying lay, which poured Its light on evil years; His of the gifted pen and sword, The triumph, and the tears. 332 Tasso and his Sister. She read of fair Erminia's flight, Of him she read, who broke the charm Of Godfrey's deeds, of Tancred's arm, Young cheeks around that bright page glowed, Young holy hearts were stirred; And the meek tears of woman flowed Fast o'er each burning word. And sounds of breeze, and fount, and leaf, The mother turned-a way-worn man, But drops which would not stay for pride "Am I so changed?—and yet we two From wreaths which thou hast made; My soul is dim with clouds of care- Let her Depart. "Life hath been heavy on my head- Bearing the heart, midst crowds that bled, She gazed, till thoughts that long had slept Her brother's name!-and who was he, He was the bard of gifts divine H LET HER DEPART. ER home is far, oh! far away! Hath naught to do with earthly day— Let her depart! She looks upon the things of earth, Even as some gentle star Seems gazing down on grief or mirth, How softly, yet how far! Let her depart! 333 |