Ginevra ILD, pale, and wonder-stricken, even as one Who staggers forth into the air From the dark chamber of a mortal fever, Fancying strange comments in her dizzy brain The vows to which her lips had sworn assent And so she moved under the bridal veil, Which made the paleness of her cheek more pale, And deepened the faint crimson of her mouth, And darkened her dark locks, as moonlight doth, And of the gold and jewels glittering there A moonbeam in the shadow of a cloud The bride-maidens who round her thronging came, Some with a sense of self-rebuke and shame, Envying the unenviable; and others Making the joy which should have been an other's Their own by gentle sympathy; and some Some few admiring what can ever lure Maidens to leave the heaven serene and pure Of parents' smiles for life's great cheat; a thing Bitter to taste, sweet in imagining. But they are all dispersed—and, lo! she Looking in idle grief on her white hands, And through the sunny air, with jangling tone, The music of the merry marriage bells, Killing the azure silence, sinks and swells; — With agony, with sorrow, and with pride, He lifted his wan eyes upon the bride, And said "Is this thy faith?" and then as one Whose sleeping face is stricken by the sun With light like a harsh voice, which bids him rise And look upon his day of life with eyes Which weep in vain that they can dream no more, Ginevra saw her lover, and forbore To shriek or faint, and checked the stifling blood Rushing upon her heart, and unsubdued Of parents, chance, or custom, time or change, Or wildered looks, or words, or evil speech, With all their stings and venom can impeach we love not: - if the Our love, hides grave which The victim from the tyrant, and divides The cheek that whitens from the eyes that dart Imperious inquisition to the heart That is another's, could dissever ours, We love not."-"What! do not the silent hours Beckon thee to Gherardi's bridal bed? Is not that ring”—a pledge, he would have said, Of broken vows, but she with patient look The golden circle from her finger took, And said "Accept this token of my faith, The pledge of vows to be absolved by death; Had made her accents weaker and more weak, phere Round her, which chilled the burning noon with fear, Making her but an image of the thought, Which, like a prophet or a shadow, brought |