And thenceforth shall so firm an amity SCENE III. The DEMON tempts JUSTINA, who is a Christian, DEMON. Abyss of Hell! I call on thee, Thou wild misrule of thine own anarchy! From thy prison-house set free The spirits of voluptuous death, That with their mighty breath They may destroy a world of virgin thoughts; Let her chaste mind with fancies thick as motes Be peopled from thy shadowy deep, Till her guiltless phantasy Full to overflowing be! And, with sweetest harmony, [move Let birds, and flowers, and leaves, and all things To love, only to love. Let nothing meet her eyes But signs of Love's soft victories; Let nothing meet her ear But sounds of Love's sweet sorrow; So that from faith no succour may she borrow, But, guided by my spirit blind My voice, when thy sweet song thou hast begun. A VOICE WITHIN. What is the glory far above All else in human life? ALL. Love, love! [While these words are sung, the DEMON goes out at one door, and JUSTINA enters at another. THE FIRST VOICE. There is no form in which the fire Of love its traces has impressed not. All shapes on earth, or sea, or sky, All else in life is ALL. Love, O love! JUSTINA. Thou melancholy thought, which art What is the cause of this new power ALL. Love, O love! JUSTINA. "Tis that enamoured nightingale Who gives me the reply: He ever tells the same soft tale Of passion and of constancy Make me think, in hearing thee What a man would feel for me. And, voluptuous vine, O thou Who seekest most when least pursuing,― Art the verdure which embracest, Light-enchanted sunflower, thou ALL. Love, love, love! JUSTINA. It cannot be! Whom have I ever loved? Trophies of my oblivion and disdain, And Cyprian? She becomes troubled at the name of CYPRIAN Did I not requite him With such severity, that he has fled Where none has ever heard of him again? Alas! I now begin to fear that this May be the occasion whence desire grows bold, I know not what I feel! [More calmly. It must be pity To think that such a man, whom all the world And I the cause. [She again becomes troubled. And yet if it were pity, Floro and Lelio might have equal share, For they are both imprisoned for my sake. Alas! what reasonings are these? It is Without this ceremonious subtlety. [Calmly. And woe is me! I know not where to find him now, Even should I seek him through this wide world. |