Nor yield our souls one patriot-feeling less, To the green memory of thy loveliness, Than theirs, whose harp-notes peal'd from every height, In the sun's face, beneath the eye of light! THE VOICE OF SPRING.* I COME, 1 come ye have call'd me long, I have breathed on the south, and the chestnut flowers I have look'd o'er the hills of the stormy north, And the reindeer bounds o'er the pastures free, And the moss looks bright, where my foot hath been. I have sent through the wood-paths a glowing sigh, From the streams and founts I have loosed the chain, * Originally published in the New Monthly Magazine. RECORDS OF WOMAN. Away from the chamber and sullen hearth, But ye!-you are changed since ye met me last! Which speaks of a world where the flowers must die! Ye are changed, ye are changed!—and I see not here There were graceful heads, with their ringlets bright, There were steps that flew o'er the cowslip's head, There were voices that rung through the sapphire sky Are they gone? is their mirth from the mountains pass'd ?— Ye have look'd on death since ye met me last! I know whence the shadow comes o'er you now, But I know of a land where there falls no blight, Where Death 'midst the blooms of the morn may dwell, The summer is coming, on soft winds borne, Ye may press the grape, ye may bind the corn! For me, I depar to a brighter shore, Ye are mark'd by care, ye are mine no more; I go where the loved who have left you dwell, And the flowers are not Death's-fare ye well, farewell! 23 RECORDS OF WOMAN. ARABELLA STUART. ["THE LADY ARABELLA," as she has been frequently entitled, was descended from Margaret, eldest daughter of Henry VII., and consequently allied by birth to Elizabeth as well as James I. This affinity to the throne proved the misfortune of her life, as the jealousies which it constantly excited in her royal relatives, who were anxious to prevent her marrying, shut her out from the enjoyment of that domestic happiness which her heart appears to have so fervently desired. By a secret but early discovered union with William Seymour, son of Lord Beauchamp, she alarmed the cabinet of James, and the wedded lovers were immediately placed in separate confinement. From this they found means to concert a romantic plan of escape; and having won over a female attendant, by whose assistance she was disguised in male attire, Arabella. though faint from recent sickness and suffering, stole out in the night, and at last reached an appointed spot, where a boat and servants were in waiting. She embarked; and at break of day a French vessel engaged to receive her was discovered and gained. As Seymour, however, had not yet arrived, she was desirous that the vessel should lie at anchor for him; but this wish was overruled by her companions, who, contrary to her entreaties, hoisted sail, "which," says D'Israeli, "occasioned so fatal a termination to this romantic adventure. Seymour, indeed, had escaped from the Tower; he reached the wharf, and found his confidential man waiting with a boat, and arrived at Lee. The time passed; the waves were rising; Arabella was not there; but in the distance he descried a vessel. Hiring a fisherman to take him on board, he discovered to his grief, on hailing it, that it was not the French ship charged with his Arabella; in despair and confusion he found another ship from Newcastle, which for a large sum altered its course and landed him in Flanders." Arabella, meantime, whilst imploring her attendants to linger, and earnestly looking out for the expected boat of her husband, was overtaken in Calais Roads by a vessel in the king's service, and brought back to a captivity, under the suffering of which her mind and constitution gradually sank. "What passed in that dreadful imprisonment cannot perhaps be recovered for authentic history, but enough is known-that her mind grew impaired, that she finally lost her reason, and, if the duration of her imprisonment was short, that it was only terminated by her death, Some effusions, often begun and never ended, written and erased, incoherent and rational, yet remain among her papers.”—D'Israeli's Curiosities of Literature. The following poem, meant as some record of her fate, and the imagined fluctuations of her thoughts and feelings, is supposed to commence during the time of her first imprisonment, whilst her mind was yet buoyed up by the consciousness of Seymour's affec tion, and the cherished hope of eventual deliverance.] ARABELLA STEWART. "And is not love in vain, Torture enough without a living tomb ?”—Byron. I. Iwas but a dream!-I saw the stag leap free, II. 'Tis past I wake, A captive, and alone, and far from thee, My love and friend! Yet fostering, for thy sake, And feeling still my woman-spirit strong, In the deep faith which lifts from earthly wrong A heavenward glance. I know, I know our love By its undying fervor, and prevail Sending a breath, as of the Spring's first gale, Through hearts now cold; and, raising its bright face, The characters of anguish in this trust, I bear, I strive, I bow not to the dust, That I may bring thee back no faded form, But all my youth's first treasures, when we meet, VOL. II.-8 85 III. And thou too art in bonds!-yet droop thou not, To the grave's boson, with thy radiant brow- Could I bear on ?-thou livest, thou livest, thou'rt mine! IV. And lo! the joy that cometh with the morning, V. Sunset!-I tell each moment-from the skies Th' expected voice; my quick heart throbb'd too soon. Shower down less golden light. Beneath her beam Of summer-lands afar, where holy love, Under the vine or in the citron grove, May breathe from terror. Now the night grows deep, And silent as its clouds, and full of sleep. I hear my veins beat. Hark! a bell's slow chime! |