The beamy tenants of all space Each in its lasting shining-place. Yet many are they to whom yon light The doers of dark deeds can hide; Within Alviano's ancient halls, The voice of music softly calls To hearts that answer boundingly; E And glancing to the festal ray The vestures of the proud and gay- Now half bedimmed, now dazzlingly, Of six all warlike brethren left: The others from the world are reft, In manhood's noon of lustre, gone From all that life's fresh outset hath. Two fell before a lover's wrath; Another perished in the wave; Two more have found an unknown grave, Where murderers beset their path : So all believe, but none can tell Where or by whose strong hand they fell: When last among the living seen, They journeyed, with a noble band Who sought their own Italian land, But never reached their homes, I ween. Not one of those escaped to show Who laid his slaughtered fellows low. Three years have thrice And rarely from the lips of men And the strange truth has ne'er appeared. Is wedded to a beauteous dame, And not, alone, their hands are joined ; They were wedded, mind to mind, More firmly than the Church can bind, And hoped together, to this hour, Even from their childhood. Hope hath power Doubly to betray the few Who have believed her as those two Have done, and more than ever do. Few love or wed like them I wis: Oh their's should be a life of bliss! All at the banquet-board seemed glad : Had power to keep their souls unseen, That Lord turned quickly round to see "Bold babbler, thou'rt unknown to me, “ Hence! drag him forth !" Stern was the smile That stranger's features wore the while; Then, looking round, he waved his hand, "There waits above a hardy band, ،، Whose oft-dyed blades are now upreared "O'er all your lives, till they have heard "The breath of mine that bids you die. "Their fellows hem you round :-beware! "Madness alone methinks could dare "Here to dispute my kingly sway, "For whom such liegemen thirst to slay. "Mark me, good lords! should but one hand "Grasp dagger-hilt, or draw a brand "Even half way from the sheath "Should but one voice a menace breathe "The brainless doer of such deed "Shall find an undelaying meed, "And death full near at hand." As he spoke, they round them saw And waving sword, and lifted spear, Than yonder chief's behest. Then was deep stillness in that hall: While his dark words and bitter threat Still rung in every ear. None could look from him; he did seem The spectre of a ghastly dream; None spoke; all thoughts were wrapped in one; They saw, they heard but him alone. Hark! 'tis he again that speaks, And fade again the listener's cheeks, While to each heart goes every word : "It is unto this castle's lord "That I have come-a guest unsought; "And with unwelcome tidings fraught. |