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ELMINA (throwing herself on the ground, and speaking in a low hurried voice). In one brief hour, all gone!—and such a death ! —I see their blood gush forth !—their graceful heads— —Take the dark vision from me, oh, my God! And such a death for them 1–I was not there ! They were but mine in beauty and in joy, Not in that mortal anguish l—All, all gone ! —Why should I struggle more ?—What is this Power, Against whose might, on all sides pressing us, We strive with fierce impatience, which but lays Our own frail spirits prostrate (..After a long pause.)
Now I know
Fix my last look on thee, in holy love,
ELMINA (falling at his feet). Canst thou forgive f —Oh, I have driven the arrow to thy heart, That should have buried it within mine own, And borne the pang in silence —I have cast Thy life's fair honour, in my wild despair, As an unvalued gem upon the waves, Whence thou hast snatch'd it back, to bear from earth, All stainless, on thy breast.—Well hast thou done— But I–canst thou forgive : GONZALEZ. Within this hour I have stood upon that verge whence mortals fall, And learn'd how 'tis with one whose sight grows dim, And whose foot trembles on the gulf's dark side. —Death purifies all feeling—We will part In pity and in love. ELMINA. Death !—And thou too Art on thy way !—Oh, joy for thee, high heart! Glory and joy for thee!—The day is closed, And well and nobly hast thou borne thyself Through its long battle-toils, though many swords
Have enter'd thine own soul!—But on my head
Recoil the fierce invokings of despair,
Thou art thou art'
Forgiveness at its close f
The Moors the Moors'
How ! is the city storm'd : Oh! righteous Heaven —for this I look’d not yet! Hath all been done in vain f—Why then, 'tis time For prayer, and then to rest!
And not a Christian voice be left for prayer,
Then my place Is here no longer.—I had hoped to die Ev’n by the altar and the sepulchre Of my brave sires—but this was not to be Give me my sword again, and lead me hence Back to the ramparts. I have yet an hour, And it hath still high duties—Now, my wise! Thou mother of my children—of the dead— Whom I name unto thee in stedfast hope— Farewell ! ELMINA.
No, not farewell !—My soul hath risen
To mate itself with thine! and by thy side
I thank thee, Heaven
In these dread visitings'
(To ELMINA.) We will not part,
To her, that mantled with sad loveliness,
E’en as a gleam of heaven, and I am now