венивые ROSALINE. THOU look'd'st on me all yesternight, Thine eyes were blue, thy hair was bright As on the day we two were wed, Mine eyes scarce knew if thou wert dead, The deathwatch ticked behind the wall, The blackness rustled like a pall, Among the bleak pines, Rosaline! My heart beat thickly in mine ears: A wildness rushing suddenly, A loneliness that is not lone, A love quite withered up and gone, "T is drear such moonless nights as these, Strange sounds are out upon the breeze, And the leaves shiver in the trees, And then thou comest, Rosaline ! I seem to hear the mourners go, As once I heard them, Rosaline! Thy shroud is all of snowy white, Thou standest moveless and upright, There is no sorrow in thine eyes, But evermore that meek surprise, O, God! thy gentle spirit tries Above thy grave the robin sings, But I am cheerless, Rosaline! The violets on the hillock toss, The gravestone is o'ergrown with moss; For nature feels not any loss, — But I am cheerless, Rosaline! Ah! why wast thou so lowly bred ? Her who brought lands and gold, instead Why did I fear to let thee stay Forgivingly, as in its May A broken flower, Rosaline? I thought not, when my dagger strook, I did not know when thou wast dead; A blackbird whistling overhead Thrilled through my brain; I would have fled, But dared not leave thee, Rosaline! A low, low moan, a light twig stirred By the upspringing of a bird, A drip of blood, were all I heard, – Then deathly stillness, Rosaline! The sun rolled down, and very soon, Like a great fire, the awful moon Rose, stained with blood, and then a swoon Crept chilly o'er me, Rosaline! The stars came out; and, one by one, Each angel from his silver throne Looked down and saw what I had done: I crouched; I feared thy corpse would cry I thought I saw the blue lips try I waited with a maddened grin But no voice came, and then it seemed, Dreams of old quiet glimmered by, And faces loved in infancy Came and looked on me mournfully, Till my heart melted, Rosaline! |