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Then share thy pain, allow that sad relief;
Heav'n first taught letters for some wretch's aid,
Excuse the blush, and pour out all the heart,
Thou know'st how guiltless first I met thy flame, When Love approach'd me under Friendship's name; My fancy form'd thee of angelic kind, 61
Some emanation of th'all-beauteous Mind.
Dim and remote the joys of saints I see;
How oft, when press'd to marriage, have I said, "Curse on all laws but those which Love has made!" Love, free as air, at sjght of human ties, 75
Spreads his light wings, and in a moment flies.
Before true passion all those views remove;
Fame, wealth, and honour! what are you to Love?
The jealous god, when we profane his fires, 81
Those restless passions in revenge inspires,
And bids them make mistaken mortals groan,
Who seek in love for aught but love alone.
Should at my feet the world's great master fall, 85
Himself, his throne, his world, I'd scorn 'em all:
Not Caesar's empress would I deign to prove;
No, make me mistress to the man I love;
If there be yet another name more free,
More fond than mistress, make me that to thee! 90
0 happy state! when souls each other draw, When love is liberty, and nature law:
All then is full, possessing and possess'd,
No craving void left aching in the breast; 94
Ev'n thought meets thought, ere from the lips it part,
And each warm wish springs mutual from the heart.
This sure is bliss (if bliss on earth there be,)
And once the lot of Abelard and me.
Alas,how chang'd! what sudden horrors rise!
Where, where wasEloise? her voice, her hand,
I can ncynore; by shame, by rage suppress'd, 105
Canst thou forget that sad, that solemn day, When victims at yon altar's foot we lay?
Canst thou forget what tears that moment fell,
The shrines all trembled, and the lamps grew pale;
Not on the Cross my eyes were fiVd, but you:
Still on that breast enamour'd let me lie,
With other beauties charm my partial eyes;
Ah ! think at least thy flock deserves thy care,
Our shrines irradiate, or emblaze the floors;
But such plain roofs as piety could raise,
And only vocal with the maker's praise. 1140
In these lone walls (their days eternal bound,)
These inoss-grown domes with spiry turrets crown'd,
Where awful arches make a noon-day night,
And the dim windows shed a solemn light;
Thy eyes diffus'd a reconciling ray, 145
And gleams of glory brighten'd all the day.
But now no face divine contentment wears,
*Tis all blank sadness, or continual tears.
See how the force of others' pray'rs I try,
(O pious fraud of am'rous charity!) 15a
But why should I on others' pray'rs depend?
Come thou, my father, brother, husband, friend!
Ah! let thy handmaid, sister, daughter, move,
And all those tender names in one, thy love!
The darksome pines that o'er yon rocks reclin'd 155
Wave high, and murmur to the hollow wind;
The wand'ring streams that shine between the hills,
The grots that echo to the tinkling rills,
The dying gales that pant upon the trees,
The lakes that quiver to the curling breeze; 160
No more these scenes my meditation aid,
Or lull to rest the visionary maid:
But o'er the twilight groves and dusky caves,
Long-sounding isles and intermingled graves,
Black Melancholy sits, and round her throws 165
A death-like silence, and a dread repose;
Her gloomy presence saddens all the scene,
Shade; ev'ry flow'r, and darkens ev'ry green,.
Deepens the murmnrof Ihe falling floods,
And breathes a browner horror on the woods. 170
Yet here for ever, ever must I stay; Sad proof how well a lover can obey! Death, only death, can break the lasting chain; And here, ev'n then, shall my cold dust remaitr; Here all its frailties, all its flames resign, • I7S
And wait till 'tis no sin to mix with thine.
Ah wretch! believ'd the spouse of God in vain,
Ev'n here, where frozen Chastity retires,
Repent old pleasures, and solicit new;
How shall I lose the sin, yet keep the sense,
For hearts so touch'd, so piere'd, so lost as mine,