And left the better feelings all at strife In wild reflection o'er his stormy life; But haughty still, and loth himself to blame, He call'd on Nature's self to share the shame, And charged all faults upon the fleshly form She gave to clog the soul, and feast the worm; Till he at last confounded good and ill, And half mistook for fate the acts of will: Too high for common selfishness, he could At times resign his own for others' good, But not in pity, not because he ought, But in some strange perversity of thought, That sway'd him onward with a secret pride To do what few or none would do beside; And this same impulse would, in tempting time, Mislead his spirit equally to crime;
So much he soar'd beyond, or sunk beneath, The men with whom he felt condemn'd to breathe, And long'd by good or ill to separate
Himself from all who shared his mortal state; His mind abhorring this had fix'd her throne Far from the world, in regions of her own: Thus coldly passing all that pass'd below, His blood in temperate seeming now would flow: Ah! happier if it ne'er with guilt had glow'd, But ever in that icy smoothness flow'd! 'Tis true, with other men their path he walk'd, And like the rest in seeming did and talk'd, Nor outraged Reason's rules by flaw nor start, His madness was not of the head, but heart; And rarely wander'd in his speech, or drew His thoughts so forth as to offend the view.
With all that chilling mystery of mien, And seeming gladness to remain unseen, He had (if 'twere not nature's boon) an art Of fixing memory on another's heart:
It was not love perchance - nor hate-nor aught That words can image to express the thought; But they who saw him did not see in vain, And once beheld, would ask of him again: And those to whom he spake remember'd well, And on the words, however light, would dwell: None knew, nor how, nor why, but he entwined Himself perforce around the hearer's mind; There he was stamp'd, in liking, or in hate, If greeted once; however brief the date That friendship, pity, or aversion knew, Still there within the inmost thought he grew. You could not penetrate his soul, but found, Despite your wonder, to your own he wound; His presence haunted still; and from the breast He forced an all unwilling interest:
Vain was the struggle in that mental net, His spirit seem'd to dare you to forget!
There is a festival, where knights and dames, And aught that wealth or lofty lineage claims, Appear a highborn and a welcome guest To Otho's hall came Lara with the rest. The long carousal shakes the illumined hall, Well speeds alike the banquet and the ball;
And the gay dance of bounding Beauty's train Links grace and harmony in happiest chain: Blest are the early hearts and gentle hands That mingle there in well according bands; It is a sight the careful brow might smooth, And make Age smile, and dream itself to youth, And Youth forget such hour was past on earth, So springs the exulting bosom to that mirth!
And Lara gazed on these, sedately glad, His brow belied him if his soul was sad; And his glance follow'd fast each fluttering fair, Whose steps of lightness woke no echo there: He lean'd against the lofty pillar nigh, With folded arms and long attentive eye, Nor mark'd a glance so sternly fix'd on his Ill brook'd high Lara scrutiny like this: At length he caught it, 'tis a face unknown, But seems as searching his, and his alone ; Prying and dark, a stranger's by his mien, Who still till now had gazed on him unseen: At length encountering meets the mutual gaze Of keen enquiry, and of mute amaze ; On Lara's glance emotion gathering grew, As if distrusting that the stranger threw; Along the stranger's aspect, fix'd and stern, Flash'd more than thence the vulgar eye could learn.
"'Tis he!" the stranger cried, and those that heard Re-echoed fast and far the whisper'd word.
""Tis he!". ""Tis who?" they question far and
Till louder accents rung on Lara's ear;
So widely spread, few bosoms well could brook The general marvel, or that single look: But Lara stirr'd not, changed not, the surprise That sprung at first to his arrested eyes Seem'd now subsided, neither sunk nor raised Glanced his eye round, though still the stranger gazed; And drawing nigh, exclaim'd, with haughty sneer, ""Tis he! - how came he thence?-what doth he here?"
It were too much for Lara to pass by Such questions, so repeated fierce and high; With look collected, but with accent cold, More mildly firm than petulantly bold,
He turn'd, and met the inquisitorial tone
My name is Lara ! —when thine own is known, Doubt not my fitting answer to requite
The unlook'd for courtesy of such a knight. "Tis Lara!-further wouldst thou mark or ask? I shun no question, and I wear no mask."
"Thou shunn'st no question! Ponder-is there [shun? Thy heart must answer, though thine ear would And deem'st thou me unknown too? Gaze again! At least thy memory was not given in vain. Oh! never canst thou cancel half her debt, Eternity forbids thee to forget."
With slow and searching glance upon his face Grew Lara's eyes, but nothing there could trace They knew, or chose to know. with dubious look He deign'd no answer, but his head he shook, And half contemptuous turn'd to pass away; But the stern stranger motion'd him to stay. "A word!-I charge thee stay, and answer here To one, who, wert thou noble, were thy peer, But as thou wast and art - nay, frown not, lord, If false, 'tis easy to disprove the word But as thou wast and art, on thee looks down, Distrusts thy smiles, but shakes not at thy frown. Art thou not he? whose deeds
Words wild as these, accusers like to thee I list no further; those with whom they weigh May hear the rest, nor venture to gainsay The wondrous tale no doubt thy tongue can tell, Which thus begins so courteously and well. Let Otho cherish here his polish'd guest,
To him my thanks and thoughts shall be express'd." And here their wondering host hath interposed- "Whate'er there be between you undisclosed, This is no time nor fitting place to mar The mirthful meeting with a wordy war. If thou, Sir Ezzelin, hast aught to show Which it befits Count Lara's ear to know, To-morrow, here, or elsewhere, as may best Beseem your mutual judgment, speak the rest; I pledge myself for thee, as not unknown, Though, like Count Lara, now return'd alone From other lands, almost a stranger grown;
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