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Robert Southey - The RoseRobert Southey - The Rose
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Nay EDITH! spare the rose!--it lives--it lives,   It feels the noon-tide sun, and drinks refresh`d   The dews of night; let not thy gentle hand   Tear sunder its life-fibres and destroy   The sense of being!--why that infidel smile?   Come, I will bribe thee to be merciful,   And thou shall have a tale of other times,   For I am skill`d in legendary lore,   So thou wilt let it live. There was a time   Ere this, the freshest sweetest flower that blooms,   Bedeck`d the bowers of earth. Thou hast not heard   How first by miracle its fragrant leaves   Spread to the sun their blushing loveliness.   There dwelt at Bethlehem a Jewish maid   And Zillah was her name, so passing fair   That all Judea spake the damsel`s praise.   He who had seen her eyes` dark radiance   How quick it spake the soul, and what a soul   Beam`d in its mild effulgence, woe was he!   For not in solitude, for not in crowds,   Might he escape remembrance, or avoid   Her imaged form that followed every where,   And fill`d the heart, and fix`d the absent eye.   Woe was he, for her bosom own`d no love   Save the strong ardours of religious zeal,   For Zillah on her God had centered all   Her spirit`s deep affections. So for her   Her tribes-men sigh`d in vain, yet reverenced   The obdurate virtue that destroyed their hopes.   One man there was, a vain and wretched man,   Who saw, desired, despair`d, and hated her.   His sensual eye had gloated on her cheek   Even till the flush of angry modesty   Gave it new charms, and made him gloat the more.   She loath`d the man, for Hamuel`s eye was bold,   And the strong workings of brute selfishness   Had moulded his broad features; and she fear`d   The bitterness of wounded vanity   That with a fiendish hue would overcast   His faint and lying smile. Nor vain her fear,   For Hamuel vowed revenge and laid a plot   Against her virgin fame. He spread abroad   Whispers that travel fast, and ill reports   That soon obtain belief; that Zillah`s eye   When in the temple heaven-ward it was rais`d   Did swim with rapturous zeal, but there were those   Who had beheld the enthusiast`s melting glance   With other feelings fill`d; that `twas a task   Of easy sort to play the saint by day   Before the public eye, but that all eyes   Were closed at night; that Zillah`s life was foul,   Yea forfeit to the law.                           Shame--shame to man   That he should trust so easily the tongue   That stabs another`s fame! the ill report   Was heard, repeated, and believed,--and soon,   For Hamuel by most damned artifice   Produced such semblances of guilt, the Maid   Was judged to shameful death.                                 Without the walls   There was a barren field; a place abhorr`d,   For it was there where wretched criminals   Were done to die; and there they built the stake,   And piled the fuel round, that should consume   The accused Maid, abandon`d, as it seem`d,   By God and man. The assembled Bethlemites   Beheld the scene, and when they saw the Maid   Bound to the stake, with what calm holiness   She lifted up her patient looks to Heaven,   They doubted of her guilt. With other thoughts   Stood Hamuel near the pile, him savage joy   Led thitherward, but now within his heart   Unwonted feelings stirr`d, and the first pangs   Of wakening guilt, anticipating Hell.   The eye of Zillah as it glanced around   Fell on the murderer once, but not in wrath;   And therefore like a dagger it had fallen,   Had struck into his soul a cureless wound.   Conscience! thou God within us! not in the hour   Of triumph, dost thou spare the guilty wretch,   Not in the hour of infamy and death   Forsake the virtuous! they draw near the stake--   And lo! the torch! hold hold your erring hands!   Yet quench the rising flames!--they rise! they spread!   They reach the suffering Maid! oh God protect   The innocent one!                     They rose, they spread, they raged--   The breath of God went forth; the ascending fire   Beneath its influence bent, and all its flames   In one long lightning flash collecting fierce,   Darted and blasted Hamuel--him alone.   Hark--what a fearful scream the multitude   Pour forth!--and yet more miracles! the stake   Buds out, and spreads its light green leaves and bowers   The innocent Maid, and roses bloom around,   Now first beheld since Paradise was lost,   And fill with Eden odours all the air.
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