ll set astride, and looking fondly up,
Said he, "See! here's the only lord that sets
His foot upon my shoulder." The man's heart
Scarce beats, I warrant, now the child is dead.
MONK.
And hath he master'd aught his sorrow now,
Or still rides passion curbless through his soul?
MORGAN.
Ah! there, good Father, lies the chiefest woe,
For in the slaying of the hound his rage
Quite spent its force, and now I fear me much
His mind bath lost its olden empery.
MONK.
Nay! Death smites passion still upon the mouth,
And its grim shade is silence--'Tis no sign.
MORGAN.
But in this one act all his fury pass'd;
And turning softly from the dead child there,
Suffering none to touch it where it lay,
He sat him down in awful calmness nigh,
And gazed forth blankly like a sculptured face;
And when we fain would pass to take the child,
A strange wild voice still warns us back again,
"Hush! for the boy is sleeping." It would seem
He will not think that Death hath struck the babe,
But blinds his willing soul, and deems it sleep.
MONK.
A longer sleep, whose waking is not here!
Poor soul! that, catching at the skirts of Truth.
Muffleth his eyes that he may see her not.
MORGAN.
Good Father! go thou to him, for this doubt
That lays its stony spell upon his heart,
Is sadder far than tears--
MONK.
It is mine office
Still to bear balm unto the bleeding heart;
Then lead on, friend, and let us trust in Heaven.
[_They pass in_.
II.--_In the Chamber._
LLEWELLYN _and_ MONK.
MONK.
Benedicite! my son;
LLEWELLYN.
Hush! speak low,
The child is sleeping.
MONK.
Ay! we should speak low
Where Death is, though no sound can ever wake
Those whom he cradles in his bony arms.
LLEWELLYN.
Who speaks of Death in presence of a child!
MONK.
Alas! my son, the bud though ne'er so close
It fold the fragrant treasure of its youth,
Is by the nip of Winter shorn betimes.
LLEWELLYN.
Though Death should grimly stalk into the house,
And stand beside the slumber of a child,
Think you that gazing on its mimic self,
Sleep, beautiful and wondrous, in the crib,
His owlish thoughts would not wing suddenly,
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