Oh! the cry-half joy, half sorrow As she flings her at his side, 'John! the sweetheart of my girlhood, Here am I, am I, thy bride. 'Time on thee has left no traces, Death from wear has shielded thee ; I am aged, worn, and wasted, Oh! what life has wrought on me!' Then his smooth unfurrow'd forehead Kiss'd that ancient wither'd crone ; And the death which had divided, Now united them in one. THE DREAM OF THE HALTER (7). [Mulierem alicui copulare, et crucem ei imponere prorsus idem est.'— PACIUCHELLI in Fonam, lib. i. p. 272.] 'LAST night I awoke in a fright, After a horrible dream that I had, A concatenation of all that is bad. I thought I was brought Under a terrible gallows-tree: The look was enough to stagger me. The bells from the steeple Were ringing, the people In plenty were gathering round to see. I shook in my shoes; The cold clammy dews Of the horror of death broke out on my brow: I had not the pluck of a man, I allow. The parson stood by With a lacrymose eye, But I'm sure was not half as disposed to cry As was I. And methought as I stood on the scaffold, the noose Was fitted about me, at first rather loose, But, tightening fast; Hope was leaving at last. I struggled for freedom, but struggled in vain, O for a knife To sever the cord! Το escape with my life! For be well assured I didn't let Hope fly away beyond hail, Then, sudden I uttered a deafening scream, Now you are a wizard. The Future you scan, For the money I offer. Then prithee explain, Have I battered my brain To find the solution,—but all of my pain |