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140 THE DEVOTED ONE. fAct II.
When she doth glass her beauty in the sun,
And bind her brows with light ;
then mark the host
Of golden stars, which from the sapphire depths
Of heaven come forth to attend her solemn state,
Lifting thy heart in prayer to Him who showered
Those living splendours o'er eternal space ;
O, HE would teach thee how to wrestle with
The fiend that vexeth thee, and from thy bosom
Cast out the evil one.
WALDIMAR.
Alas ! there is
No beauty in this world for one who waits
The doing of the all-nameless fearful deed !
The groves are decked in flowers, the heavens are bright
With morning dyes, and evening suns go down
In crimson pomp ;
but not for me the flowers
Put forth their bloom, or suns arise and set.
My thoughts are not of those delightful scenes
That bless the years of youth. Yet on me shines,
When thou art present, a bright nameless gleam ;
It is not joy or hope, for they can find
No place in my dark bosom.
ELGITHA.
What hast thou done ?
WALDIMAR.
By Radegast ! not since I saw the light
Have I to any done one evil deed.
O, cast not on my innocence a shade
Of guilt or crime ; or thou, alas ! wilt add
New anguish to my sufferings.
ELGITHA.
Firmly believe but
I believe thee,