[From Childe Harold.] THERE was a sound of revelry by And Belgium's capital had gathered then Her beauty and her chivalry, and bright The lamps shone o'er fair women and brave men; A thousand hearts beat happily; and when Music arose with its voluptuous swell, Soft eyes looked love, to eyes which spake again, And all went merry as a marriagebell; But hush! hark! a deep sound strikes like a rising knell! |