. Lucile. nd so for a spaceThere was silence between them. VII. At last, with sad faceHe stoppd short, and bent on his cousin awhileA paind sort of wistful, compassionate smile,Approachd him,—stood oer him,—and suddenly laidOne hand on his shoulder— Where is she .-* he lifted his face all disfigured with tearsAnd gazed vacantly at him, like one that appearsIn some foreign language to hear himself greeted,Unable to answer. Where is * repeatedHis cousin. He motiond his hand to the door; * There, I think, he replied. Cousin John said no appeard to relapse to his own cogi
. Lucile. nd so for a spaceThere was silence between them. VII. At last, with sad faceHe stoppd short, and bent on his cousin awhileA paind sort of wistful, compassionate smile,Approachd him,—stood oer him,—and suddenly laidOne hand on his shoulder— Where is she .-* he lifted his face all disfigured with tearsAnd gazed vacantly at him, like one that appearsIn some foreign language to hear himself greeted,Unable to answer. Where is * repeatedHis cousin. He motiond his hand to the door; * There, I think, he replied. Cousin John said no appeard to relapse to his own cogitations, Of which not a gesture vouchsafed again there was silence. A timepiece at lastStruck the twelve strokes of midnight. Roused by them, he castA half look to the dial; then quietly threwHis arm round the neck of his cousin, and drewThe hands down from his face. It is time she should know • What has happend, he said, ... * let us go to her started at once to his CANTO IV. LUCILE. 191 Drawn and wanThough his face, he lookd more than his wont was—a for once, in his weakness. Uplifted, filld throughWith a manly resolve. If that axiom be trueOf the * Sjini quia cogito, I must opineThat id stun quod cogito :—that which, in fine,A man thinks and feels, with his whole force of thoughtAnd feding, the man is himself He had foughtWith himself, and rose up from his self-overthrowThe survivor of much which that strife had laid his feet, as he rose at the name of his wife,Lay in ruins the brilliant unrealized life Which, though yet unfulfiUd, seemd till then, in that name,To be his, had he claimd it. The mans dream of fameAnd of power fell shatterd before him; and onlyThere rested the heart of the woman, so lonelyIn all save the love he could give her. The lordOf that heart he arose. Blush not. Muse, to recordThat his first thought, and last, at that moment v/as notOf the power and fame that seemd lost to his lot,But the lo
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