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When he is gone 't is dark！ my soul is sad！
I suffer！ O my God！ come； make me glad。
When he is near； no thoughts of day intrude；
Day has blue heavens； but Baptiste has blue eyes！
Within them shines for me a heaven of love；
A heaven all happiness； like that above；
No more of grief！ no more of lassitude！
Earth I forget；and heaven； and all distresses；
When seated by my side my hand he presses；
But when alone； remember all！
Where is Baptiste？ he hears not when I call！
A branch of ivy； dying on the ground；
I need some bough to twine around！
In pity come！ be to my suffering kind！
True love； they say； in grief doth more abound！
What thenwhen one is blind？
〃Who knows？ perhaps I am forsaken！
Ah！ woe is me！ then bear me to my grave！
O God！ what thoughts within me waken！
Away！ he will return！ I do but rave！
He will return！ I need not fear！
He swore it by our Saviour dear；
He could not come at his own will；
Is weary； or perhaps is ill！
Perhaps his heart； in this disguise；
Prepares for me some sweet surprise！
But some one comes！ Though blind； my heart can see！
And that deceives me not！ 't is he！ 't is he！〃
And the door ajar is set；
And poor； confiding Margaret
Rises； with outstretched arms； but sightless eyes；
'T is only Paul； her brother； who thus cries：
〃Angela the bride has passed！
I saw the wedding guests go by；
Tell me； my sister； why were we not asked？
For all are there but you and I！〃
〃Angela married！ and not send
To tell her secret unto me！
O； speak！ who may the bridegroom be？〃
〃My sister； 't is Baptiste； thy friend！〃
A cry the blind girl gave； but nothing said；
A milky whiteness spreads upon her cheeks；
An icy hand； as heavy as lead；
Descending； as her brother speaks；
Upon her heart； that has ceased to beat；
Suspends awhile its life and heat。
She stands beside the boy； now sore distressed；
A wax Madonna as a peasant dressed。
At length； the bridal song again
Brings her back to her sorrow and pain。
〃Hark！ the joyous airs are ringing！
Sister； dost thou hear them singing？
How merrily they laugh and jest！
Would we were bidden with the rest！
I would don my hose of homespun gray；
And my doublet of linen striped and gay；
Perhaps they will come； for they do not wed
Till to…morrow at seven o'clock； it is said！〃
〃I know it！〃 answered Margaret；
Whom the vision； with aspect black as jet；
Mastered again； and its hand of ice
Held her heart crushed； as in a vice！
〃Paul； be not sad！ 'T is a holiday；
To…morrow put on thy doublet gay！
But leave me now for a while alone。〃
Away； with a hop and a jump； went Paul；
And； as he whistled along the hall；
Entered Jane； the crippled crone。
〃Holy Virgin！ what dreadful heat！
I am faint； and weary； and out of breath！
But thou art cold；art chill as death；
My little friend！ what ails thee； sweet？〃
〃Nothing！ I heard them singing home the bride；
And； as I listened to the song；
I thought my turn would come erelong；
Thou knowest it is at Whitsuntide。
Thy cards forsooth can never lie；
To me such joy they prophesy；
Thy skill shall be vaunted far and wide
When they behold him at my side。
And poor Baptiste； what sayest thou？
It must seem long to him；methinks I see him now！〃
Jane； shuddering； her hand doth press：
〃Thy love I cannot all approve；
We must not trust too much to happiness；
Go； pray to God； that thou mayst love him less！〃
〃The more I pray； the more I love！
It is no sin； for God is on my side！〃
It was enough； and Jane no more replied。
Now to all hope her heart is barred and cold；
But to deceive the beldame old
She takes a sweet； contented air；
Speak of foul weather or of fair；
At every word the maiden smiles！
Thus the beguiler she beguiles；
So that； departing at the evening's close；
She says； 〃She may be saved！ she nothing knows！〃
Poor Jane； the cunning sorceress！
Now that thou wouldst； thou art no prophetess！
This morning； in the fulness of thy heart；
Thou wast so； far beyond thine art！
III
Now rings the bell； nine times reverberating；
And the white daybreak； stealing up the sky；
Sees in two cottages two maidens waiting；
How differently！
Queen of a day； by flatterers caressed；
The one puts on her cross and crown；
Decks with a huge bouquet her breast；
And flaunting； fluttering up and down；
Looks at herself； and cannot rest；
The other； blind； within her little room；
Has neither crown nor flower's perfume；
But in their stead for something gropes apart；
That in a drawer's recess doth lie；
And； 'neath her bodice of bright scarlet dye；
Convulsive clasps it to her heart。
The one； fantastic； light as air；
'Mid kisses ringing；
And joyous singing；
Forgets to say her morning prayer！
The other； with cold drops upon her brow；
Joins her two hands； and kneels upon the floor；
And whispers； as her brother opes the door；
〃O God！ forgive me now！〃
And then the orphan； young and blind；
Conducted by her brother's hand；
Towards the church； through paths unscanned；
With tranquil air； her way doth wind。
Odors of laurel； making her faint and pale；
Round her at times exhale；
And in the sky as yet no sunny ray；
But brumal vapors gray。
Near that castle； fair to see；
Crowded with sculptures old； in every part；
Marvels of nature and of art；
And proud of its name of high degree；
A little chapel； almost bare
At the base of the rock； is builded there；
All glorious that it lifts aloof；
Above each jealous cottage roof；
Its sacred summit； swept by autumn gales；
And its blackened steeple high in air；
Round which the osprey screams and sails。
〃Paul； lay thy noisy rattle by！〃
Thus Margaret said。 〃Where are we？ we ascend！〃
〃Yes； seest thou not our journey's end？
Hearest not the osprey from the belfry cry？
The hideous bird； that brings ill luck； we know！
Dost thou remember when our father said；
The night we watched beside his bed；
'O daughter； I am weak and low；
Take care of Paul； I feel that I am dying！'
And thou； and he； and I； all fell to crying？
Then on the roof the osprey screamed aloud；
And here they brought our father in his shroud。
There is his grave； there stands the cross we set；
Why dost thou clasp me so； dear Margaret？
Come in！ The bride will be here soon：
Thou tremblest！ O my God！ thou art going to swoon！〃
She could no more；the blind girl； weak and weary！
A voice seemed crying from that grave so dreary；
〃What wouldst thou do； my daughter？〃and she started；
And quick recoi