CXXXII. They made a fire, but such a fire as they Upon the moment could contrive with such Materials as were cast up round the bay, Some broken planks, and oars, that to the touch Were nearly tinder, since so long they lay, A mast was almost crumbled to a crutch; But, by God's grace, here wrecks were in such plenty, That there was fuel to have furnish'd twenty. CXXXIII. He had a bed of furs and a pelisse, For Haidee stripp'd her sables off to make She and her maid, and promised by day-break For breakfast, of eggs, coffee, bread, and fish. CXXXIV. And thus they left him to his lone repose: Throbb'd in accursed dreams, which sometimes spread Unwelcome visions of our former years, Till the eye, cheated, opens thick with tears. CXXXV. Young Juan slept all dreamless:-but the maid, CXXXVI. And pensive to her father's house she went, A year or two 's an age when rightly spent, CXXXVII. The morn broke, and found Juan slumbering still His rest; the rushing of the neighbouring rill, CXXXVIII. Not so Haidee; she sadly toss'd and tumbled, But up CXXXIX. she got, and up she made them get, With some pretence about the sun, that makes Sweet skies just when he rises, or is set; And 't is, no doubt, a sight to see when breaks Bright Phoebus, while the mountains still are wet With mist, and every bird with him awakes, And night is flung off like a mourning suit Worn for a husband, or some other brute. CXL. I say, the sun is a most glorious sight, In health and purse, begin your day to date CXLI. And Haidee met the morning face to face; CXLII. And down the cliff the island virgin came, And near the cave her quick light footsteps drew, Mistake you would have made on seeing the two, CXLIII. And when into the cavern Haidee stepp'd, And then she stopp'd, and stood as if in awe (For sleep is awful), and on tiptoe crept And wrapt him closer, lest the air, too raw, Should reach his blood; then o'er him, still as death, Bent with hush'd lips that drank his scarce-drawn breath CXLIV. And thus, like to an angel o'er the dying CXLV. She knew that the best feelings must have victual, And that a shipwreck'd youth would hungry be; Besides, being less in love, she yawn'd a little, And felt her veins chill'd by the neighbouring sea; d so, she cook'd their breakfast to a tittle; { can't say that she gave them any tea, Pat there were eggs, fruit, coffee, bread, fish, honey, With Scio wine,-and all for love, not money. CXLVI. And Zoë, when the eggs were ready, and The coffee made, would fain have waken'd Juan; But Haidee stopp'd her with her quick small hand, And without word, a sign her finger drew on Her lip, which Zoë needs must understand; And, the first breakfast spoil'd, prepared a new one, Because her mistress would not let her break That sleep which seem'd as it would ne'er awake. VOL. XI. 9 |