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me from his lips to fall, When the lady of Castle Windeck, Came round the ivy-wall. He saw the glorious maiden In her snow-white drapery stand, The bunch of keys at her girdle, The beaker high in her hand. He quaffed that rich old vintage; With an eager lip he quaffed; But he took into his bosom A fire with the grateful draught. Her eyes' unfathomed brightness! The flowing gold of her hair! He folded his hands in homage, And murmured a lover's prayer. She gave him a look of pity, A gentle look of pain; And, quickly as he had seen her, She passed from his sight again. And ever, from that moment, He haunted the ruins there, A sleepless, restless wanderer, A watcher with despair. Ghost-like and pale he wandered, With a dreamy, haggard eye; He seemed not one of the living, And yet he could not die. 'Tis said that the lady met him, When many years had past, And kissing his lips, released him From the burden of life at last. LATER POEMS. TO THE APENNINES. Your peaks are beautiful, ye Apennines! In the soft light of these serenest skies; From the broad highland region, black with pines, Fair as the hills of Paradise they rise, Bathed in the tint Peruvian slaves behold In rosy flushes on the virgin gold. There, rooted to the aerial shelves that wear The glory of a brighter world, might spring Sweet flowers of heaven to scent the unbreathed air, And heaven's fleet messengers might rest the wing To view the fair earth in its summer sleep, Silent, and cradled by the glimmering deep. Below you lie men's sepulchres, the old Etrurian tombs, the graves of yesterday; The herd's white bones lie mixed with human mould, Yet up the radiant steeps that I survey Death never climbed, nor life's soft breath, with pain, Was yielded to the elements again. Ages of war have filled these plains with fear; How oft the hind has started at the clash Of spears, and yell of meeting armies here, Or seen the lightning of the battle flash From clouds, that rising with the thunder's sound, Hung like an earth-born tempest o'er the ground! Ah me! what armed nations--Asian horde, And Libyan host, the Scythian and the Gaul Have swept your base and through your passes poured, Like ocean-tides uprising at the call Of tyrant winds
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