Restore my innocence, recall the past? Yet save my Locrine, and I bear to live." "Daughter," she cried, "what frantic words are these? No crime is thine, for 'tis no crime to love. What though the banish'd Guendolen behold With impotence of rage, and envious eyes, Exult, my child, and thank the bounteous gods, A glorious queen, and spurn her haughty foe. Soon shall my art unfold, and let fair hope Recoil'd upon herself, and from her brow I tore the diadem to beam on thine. And though Cornubia, arming in her cause, Call forth those dreadful ministers of wrath, At whose approach the central earth is mov'd, And the great sun grows pale." While yet she speaks, Estrildis' colour glows, and fades, by turns. Her bosom heaves with kindling hope, and fear Subsides, and busy conscience stings no more. Silent awhile she stood, and doubting still. But Boarex, who with attentive eye Had mark'd the secret workings of her mind. Her rising spirit, and her bright'ning eyes, Well knew her purpose gain'd, and ere the train Of melancholy thought, and fears prophetic, Could o'er her breast resume their sway, with words Of cheering import, as might best confirm i Hela was the goddess of death among the northern nations. Her hopes new entertain'd, she thus pursu'd. "Not with vain sounds, my daughter, to beguile Thy credulous ear, but with performance full To satisfy thy wish, have I approach'd thee. For this, when night descends, and o'er our heads Aids the slow-mutter'd charm, seek we the grove, And with observance due, and powerful verse, The fatal web. Their potent ministers, Slaughter, and flight, attend their high behest, And prayer, and whom they hate with death confound. To trace the backward spell, and by what art Compell'd, the spirits that haunt the earth, or tend The gliding wave, or play in floods of fire, k See Gray's Poems. Or ride upon the stormy winds, assist The dark designs, and work the will of man." And confident in hope, thus answer'd glad. "Oh more than mother, who to second life Meanwhile th' attendant train Pensive before the fair pavilion stood, In silent expectation, and with tears Deplor❜d the sorrows of their queen; when lo The sounding doors unfold, and forth she comes Fills every breast, as when a god appears. The veil, thrown backward from her heav'nly face, Part loosely falling, in transparent folds, Upon her snowy breast, which gently rose, Half hid from mortal view the dazzling charm: Part mingled graceful with her glossy hair, Flowing with artful negligence. Her eyes And love inevitable. On her cheek Sported the dimpled smile; and her sweet lips O'er eastern seas, and from his dewy wings Or that which sooths th' Arabian youth, reclin'd Put forth spontaneous, while the busy zephyr |