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Shivered a Portrait Next his Heart
Ode to a Lady Whose Lover was Killed by a Ball Which at the Same Time
Shivered a Portrait Next his Heart
- 1On peut trouver des femmes qui n'ont jamais eu de galanterie, mais
- 2il est rare d'en trouver qui n'en aient jamais eu
- 3qu'une.--[Réflexions ... du Duc de la Rochefoucauld, No.]
- 4Lady! in whose heroic port
- 5And Beauty, Victor even of Time,
- 6And haughty lineaments, appear
- 7Much that is awful, more that's dear--
- 8Wherever human hearts resort
- 9There must have been for thee a Court,
- 10And Thou by acclamation Queen,
- 11Where never Sovereign yet had been.
- 12That eye so soft, and yet severe,
- 13Perchance might look on Love as Crime;
- 14And yet--regarding thee more near--
- 15The traces of an unshed tear
- 16Compressed back to the heart,
- 17And mellowed Sadness in thine air,
- 18Which shows that Love hath once been there,
- 19To those who watch thee will disclose
- 20More than ten thousand tomes of woes
- 21Wrung from the vain Romancer's art.
- 22With thee how proudly Love hath dwelt!
- 23His full Divinity was felt,
- 24Maddening the heart he could not
melt,
- 25Till Guilt became Sublime;
- 26But never yet did Beauty's Zone
- 27For him surround a lovelier throne,
- 28Than in that bosom once his own:
- 29And he the Sun and Thou the Clime
- 30Together must have made a Heaven
- 31For which the Future would be given.
- 32And thou hast loved--Oh! not in vain!
- 33And not as common Mortals love.
- 34The Fruit of Fire is Ashes,
- 35The Ocean's tempest dashes
- 36Wrecks and the dead upon the rocky shore:
- 37True Passion must the all-searching changes prove,
- 38The Agony of Pleasure and of Pain,
- 39Till Nothing but the Bitterness remain;
- 40And the Heart's Spectre flitting through the brain
- 41Scoffs at the Exorcism which would remove.
- 42And where is He thou lovedst? in the tomb,
- 43Where should the happy Lover be!
- 44For him could Time unfold a brighter doom,
- 45Or offer aught like thee?
- 46He in the thickest battle died,
- 47Where Death is Pride;
- 48And Thou his widow--not his bride,
- 49Wer't not more free--
- 50Here where all love, till Love is made
- 51A bondage or a trade,
- 52Here--thou so redolent of Beauty,
- 53In whom Caprice had seemed a duty,
- 54Thou, who could'st trample and despise
- 55The holiest chain of human ties
- 56For him, the dear One in thine eyes,
- 57Broke it no more.
- 58Thy heart was withered to it's Core,
- 59It's hopes, it's fears, it's feelings o'er:
- 60Thy Blood grew Ice when his was shed,
- 61And Thou the Vestal of the Dead.
- 62Thy Lover died, as All
- 63Who truly love should die;
- 64For such are worthy in the fight to fall
- 65Triumphantly.
- 66No Cuirass o'er that glowing heart
- 67The deadly bullet turned apart:
- 68Love had bestowed a richer Mail,
- 69Like Thetis on her Son;
- 70But hers at last was vain, and thine could fail--
- 71The hero's and the lover's race was run.
- 72Thy worshipped portrait, thy sweet face,
- 73Without that bosom kept it's place
- 74As Thou within.
- 75Oh! enviously destined Ball!
- 76Shivering thine imaged charms and all
- 77Those Charms would win:
- 78Together pierced, the fatal Stroke hath gored
- 79Votary and Shrine, the adoring and the adored.
- 80That Heart's last throb was thine, that blood
- 81Baptized thine Image in it's flood,
- 82And gushing from the fount of Faith
- 83O'erflowed with Passion even in Death,
- 84Constant to thee as in it's hour
- 85Of rapture in the secret bower.
- 86Thou too hast kept thy plight full well,
- 87As many a baffled Heart can tell.