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She knelt in prayer A stream of sunset fell	A
Thro' the stain'd window of her lonely cell	A
And with its rich deep melancholy glow	B
Flushing her cheek and pale Madonna brow	C
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While o'er her long hair's flowing jet it threw	D
Bright waves of gold the autumn forest's hue	D
Seem'd all a vision's mist of glory spread	E
By painting's touch around some holy head	E
Virgin's or fairest martyr's In her eye	F
Which glanced as dark clear water to the sky	F
What solemn fervour lived And yet what wo	B
Lay like some buried thing still seen below	B
The glassy tide Oh he that could reveal	G
What life had taught that chasten'd heart to feel	G
Might speak indeed of woman's blighted years	H
And wasted love and vainly bitter tears	I
But she had told her griefs to heaven alone	J
And of the gentle saint no more was known	J
Than that she fled the world's cold breath and made	K
A temple of the pine and chestnut shade	K
Filling its depths with soul whene'er her hymn	L
Rose thro' each murmur of the green and dim	L
And ancient solitude where hidden streams	M
Went moaning thro' the grass like sounds in dreams	M
Music for weary hearts Midst leaves and flowers	N
She dwelt and knew all secrets of their powers	N
All nature's balms wherewith her gliding tread	E
To the sick peasant on his lowly bed	E
Came and brought hope while scarce of mortal birth	O
He deem'd the pale fair form that held on earth	O
Communion but with grief	P
Ere long a cell	A
A rock hewn chapel rose a cross of stone	J
Gleam'd thro' the dark trees o'er a sparkling well	A
And a sweet voice of rich yet mournful tone	J
Told the Calabrian wilds that duly there	Q
Costanza lifted her sad heart in prayer	Q
And now 'twas prayer's own hour That voice again	R
Thro' the dim foliage sent its heavenly strain	S
That made the cypress quiver where it stood	T
In day's last crimson soaring from the wood	T
Like spiry flame But as the bright sun set	U
Other and wilder sounds in tumult met	U
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The floating song Strange sounds the trumpet's peal	G
Made hollow by the rocks the clash of steel	G
The rallying war cry In the mountain pass	W
There had been combat blood was on the grass	W
Banners had strewn the waters chiefs lay dying	X
And the pine branches crash'd before the flying	X
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And all was chang'd within the still retreat	Y
Costanza's home there enter'd hurrying feet	Y
Dark looks of shame and sorrow mail clad men	R
Stern fugitives from that wild battle glen	R
Scaring the ringdoves from the porch roof bore	Z
A wounded warrior in the rocky floor	Z
Gave back deep echoes to his clanging sword	A2
As there they laid their leader and implor'd	A2
The sweet saint's prayers to heal him then for flight	B2
Thro' the wide forest and the mantling night	B2
Sped breathlessly again They pass'd but he	C2
The stateliest of a host alas to see	C2
What mother's eyes have watch'd in rosy sleep	D2
Till joy for very fullness turn'd to weep	D2
Thus chang'd a fearful thing His golden crest	E2
Was shiver'd and the bright scarf on his breast	E2
Some costly love gift rent but what of these	F2
There were the clustering raven locks the breeze	F2
As it came in thro' lime and myrtle flowers	N
Might scarcely lift them steep'd in bloody showers	N
So heavily upon the pallid clay	G2
Of the damp cheek they hung the eyes' dark ray	G2
Where was it and the lips they gasp'd apart	H2
With their light curve as from the chisel's art	H2
Still proudly beautiful but that white hue	D
Was it not death's that stillness that cold dew	D
On the scarr'd forehead No his spirit broke	I2
From its deep trance ere long yet but awoke	I2
To wander in wild dreams and there he lay	G2
By the fierce fever as a green reed shaken	J2
The haughty chief of thousands the forsaken	J2
Of all save one She fled not Day by day	G2
Such hours are woman's birthright she unknown	J
Kept watch beside him fearless and alone	J
Binding his wounds and oft in silence laving	I2
His brow with tears that mourn'd the strong man's raving	I2
He felt them not nor mark'd the light veil'd form	K2
Still hovering nigh yet sometimes when that storm	K2
Of frenzy sank her voice in tones as low	B
As a young mother's by the cradle singing	I2
Would sooth him with sweet aves gently bringing	I2
Moments of slumber when the fiery glow	B
Ebb'd from his hollow cheek	I2
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At last faint gleams	M
Of memory dawn'd upon the cloud of dreams	M
And feebly lifting as a child his head	E
And gazing round him from his leafy bed	E
He murmur'd forth 'Where am I What soft strain	S
Pass'd like a breeze across my burning brain	S
Back from my youth it floated with a tone	J
Of life's first music and a thought of one	J2
Where is she now and where the gauds of pride	L2
Whose hollow splendour lured me from her side	L2
All lost and this is death I cannot die	F
Without forgiveness from that mournful eye	F
Away the earth hath lost her Was she born	M2
To brook abandonment to strive with scorn	M2
My first my holiest love her broken heart	H2
Lies low and I unpardon'd I depart '	-
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But then Costanza rais'd the shadowy veil	N2
From her dark locks and features brightly pale	N2
And stood before him with a smile oh ne'er	Q
Did aught that smiled so much of sadness wear	Q
And said 'Cesario look on me I live	O2
To say my heart hath bled and can forgive	P2
I loved thee with such worship such deep trust	Q2
As should be Heaven's alone and Heaven is just	Q2
I bless thee be at peace '	-
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But o'er his frame	R2
Too fast the strong tide rush'd the sudden shame	R2
The joy th' amaze he bow'd his head it fell	A
On the wrong'd bosom which had lov'd so well	A
And love still perfect gave him refuge there	Q
His last faint breath just wav'd her floating hair	Q

Felicia Dorothea Hemans

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