Poems . onde-scension Which his final remonstrance obtained),whose dimension Excluded large outfits ; and, cursing hisstars, he Shook hands with his friend and re-turned to Miss Darcy, Lord Alfred, when last to the windowhe turned, Ere he locked up and quitted his cham-ber, discerned Matilda ride by, with her cheek beam-ing bright In what Virgil has called Youths pur-pureal light (I like the expression, and cant find abetter). He sighed as he looked at her. Did heregret her ? In her habit and hat, with her gladgolden hair. As airy and blithe as a blithe bird in air, And her arch rosy lips, and
Poems . onde-scension Which his final remonstrance obtained),whose dimension Excluded large outfits ; and, cursing hisstars, he Shook hands with his friend and re-turned to Miss Darcy, Lord Alfred, when last to the windowhe turned, Ere he locked up and quitted his cham-ber, discerned Matilda ride by, with her cheek beam-ing bright In what Virgil has called Youths pur-pureal light (I like the expression, and cant find abetter). He sighed as he looked at her. Did heregret her ? In her habit and hat, with her gladgolden hair. As airy and blithe as a blithe bird in air, And her arch rosy lips, and her eagerblue eyes, With their little impertinent look of sur-prise. And her round youthful figure, and fairneck, below The dark drooping feather, as radiant assnow, — I can only declare, that if / had thechance Of passing three days in the exquisiteglance Of those eyes, or caressing the hand thatnow petted That fine English mare, I should muchhave regretted Whatever might lose me one little half-hour. Discerned Matilda ride bv with her cheek beaming bright. LUCILE. 19 Of a pastime so pleasant, when once in my , if one drop of milk from the bright Milky-WayCould turn into a woman, t would look, I dare say,Not more fresh than Matilda was looking that day. But, whatever the feeling that promptedthe sigh With which Alfred Vargrave nowwatched her ride by, I can only aifirm that, in watching herride, As he turned from the window, he cer-tainly sighed. CANTO II. Letter from Lord Alfred Vargrave to the COMTESSE DE Nevers. BiGORRE, Tuesday. Your note, Madam, reached me to-day, at Bigorre,And commands (need I add ?) my obedi-ence. BeforeThe night I shall be at Serchon, — where a sent to Duvals, the hotel where I dine,Will find me, awaiting your orders. Re-ceiveMy respects. Yours sincerely, A. Vargrave. I leaveIn an hour. an hour from the time he wrote this,Alfred Vargi-ave, in tracking a mountain abyss,Gave the rein to his steed and his thoughts, and pursued,
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