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His blood in temperate seeming now would flow:
With all that chilling mystery of mien,
Of fixing memory on another's heart:
It was not love perchance · nor hate
That friendship, pity, or aversion knew,
Still there within the inmost thought he grew.
Vain was the struggle in that mental net,
There is a festival, where knights and dames,
And Lara gazed on these, sedately glad,
And his glance followed fast each fluttering fair,
With folded arms and long attentive eye,
On Lara's glance emotion gathering grew,
"Tis he!" the stranger cried, and those that heard. Re-echoed fast and far the whispered 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 stirred not, changed not, the surprise That sprung at first to his arrested eyes
Seemed now subsided, neither sunk nor raised Glanced his eye round, though still the stranger gazed;
And drawing nigh, exclaimed, with haughty sneer, "Tis he! how came he thence? what doth
It were too much for Lara to pass by Such question, so repcated fierce and high; With look collected, but with accent cold, More mildly firm than petulantly bold, He turned, and met the inquisitorial tone — "My name is Lara! when thine own is known, "Doubt not my fitting answer to requite
"The unlooked for courtesy of such a knight. ""Tis Lara!
further wouldst thou mark or ask?
"I shun no question, and I wear no mask."
"Thou shun'st no question! Ponder
"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. 440 "Oh! never canst thou cancel half her debt, "Eternity forbids thee to forget."
With slow and searching glance upon his face
"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
"Art thou not he? whose deeds ""
"Whate'er I be,
"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 polished guest, "To him my thanks and thoughts shall be exprest."