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MARIANA IN THE SOUTH.
With one black shadow at its feet,
The house through all the level shines, Close-latticed to the brooding heat,
And silent in its dusty vines:
But "Ave Mary," made she moan,
And "Ave Mary," night and morn, And "Ah," she sang, "to be all alone, To live forgotten, and love forlorn."
She, as her carol sadder grew, From brow and bosom slowly down Through rosy taper fingers drew
Her streaming curls of deepest brown
To left and right, and made appear,
And "Ave Mary," was her moan,
"Madonna, sad is night and morn;" And "Ah," she sang, "to be all alone, To live forgotten, and love forlorn."
Till all the crimson changed, and past
Into deep orange o'er the sea,
"Is this the form," she made her moan,
"That won his praises night and morn?" And "Ah," she said, "but I wake alone, I sleep forgotten, I wake forlorn." 6
Nor bird would sing, nor lamb would bleat,
Nor any cloud would cross the vault, But day increased from heat to heat,
On stony drought and steaming salt; Till now at noon she slept again,
And seemed knee-deep in mountain grass, And heard her native breezes pass, And runlets babbling down the glen.
She breathed in sleep a lower moan,
And murmuring, as at night and morn, She thought, "My spirit is here alone, Walks forgotten, and is forlorn."
Dreaming, she knew it was a dream:
She felt he was and was not there. She woke: the babble of the stream
Fell, and without the steady glare Shrank the sick olive sere and small.
The river-bed was dusty white;
And all the furnace of the light Struck up against the blinding wall.
She whispered, with a stifled moan
"Sweet Mother, let me not here alone
And, rising, from her bosom drew
Old letters, breathing of her worth,
To what is loveliest upon earth."
"0 cruel heart," she changed her tone,
To live forgotten, and die forlorn!"
But sometimes in the falling day
To look into her eyes and say,
"But thou shalt be alone no more."
And flaming downward over all
From heat to heat the day decreased,
"The day to night," she made her moan,
At eve a dry cicala sung,
There came a sound as of the sea; Backward the lattice-blind she flung,
And leaned upon the balcony.
Large Hesper glittered on her tears,
And weeping then she made her moan,
"The night comes on that knows not mo When I shall cease to be all alone, To live forgotten, and love forlorn."