SOLILOQUY OF THE SPANISH CLOISTER. 19 Bright, as 't were a Barbary corsair's? (That is, if he'd let it show!) O, those melons! If he's able How go on your flowers? None double? Strange! And I, too, at such trouble, Keep 'em close-nipped on the sly! There's a great text in Galatians, Sure of Heaven as sure can be, Or, my scrofulous French novel, At the woful sixteenth point, Or, there's Satan! -one might venture As he 'd miss till, past retrieve, We're so proud of! Hy, Zy, Hine.. THROUGH THE METIDJA TO ABD-EL-KADR. A SI ride, as I ride, With a full heart for my guide, So its tide rocks my side, As I ride, as I ride, That, as I were double-eyed, He, in whom our Tribes confide, Is descried, ways untried As I ride, as I ride. As I ride, as I ride To our Chief and his Allied, Who dares chide my heart's pride As I ride, as I ride? Or are witnesses denied, Through the desert waste and wide Do I glide unespied As I ride, as I ride? As I ride, as I ride, When an inner voice has cried, The sands slide, nor abide (As I ride, as I ride) Shows where sweat has sprung and dried, - Zebra-footed, ostrich-thighed, How has vied stride with stride As I ride, as I ride! As I ride, as I ride, Could I loose what Fate has tied, All that 's meant me: satisfied When the Prophet and the Bride COUNT GISMOND. "HRIST God, who savest men, save most CH Of men Count Gismond who saved me! And doubtlessly ere he could draw All points to one, he must have schemed. 21 That miserable morning saw I thought they loved me, did me grace If showing mine so caused to bleed My cousins' hearts, they should have dropped A word, and straight the play had stopped. They, too, so beauteous! Each a queen As I do. E'en when I was dressed, But no they let me laugh, and sing A last look on the mirror, trust And come out on the morning troop Of merry friends who kissed my cheek, And called me Queen, and made me stoop Under the canopy, — (a streak That pierced it, of the outside sun, Powdered with gold its gloom's soft dun,) — And they could let me take my state And foolish throne amid applause Of all come there to celebrate My Queen's day, O, I think the cause Of much was, they forgot no crowd Makes up for parents in their shroud! COUNT GISMOND. Howe'er that be, all eyes were bent The victor's crown, but . . . there, 't will last See! Gismond 's at the gate, in talk With his two boys: I can proceed. Say!" Bring torches! Wind the penance-sheet About her! Let her shun the chaste, Or lay herself before their feet! Shall she, whose body I embraced A night long, queen it in the day? For Honor's sake no crowns, I Say!" As I live I never fancied such a thing As answer possible to give. What says the body when they spring Some monstrous torture-engine's whole Strength on it? No more says the soul. Till out strode Gismond; then I knew I felt quite sure that God had set He strode to Gauthier, in his throat Gave him the lie, then struck his mouth With one back-handed blow that wrote In blood men's verdict there. North, South, 23 |