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The Bride of Messina, and On the Use of the Chorus in Tragedy
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2017
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Regarding one another.
How long the pause
I know not – time itself forgot; – it seemed
Eternity of bliss: her glance of sweetness
Flew to my soul; and quick the subtle flame
Pervaded all my heart: —
But what I spoke,
And how this blessed creature answered, none
May ask; it floats upon my thought, a dream
Of childhood's happy dawn! Soon as my sense
Returned, I felt her bosom throb responsive
To mine, – then fell melodious on my ear
The sound, as of a convent bell, that called
To vesper song; and, like some shadowy vision
That melts in air, she flitted from my sight,
And was beheld no more.
Chorus (CAJETAN)
Thy story thrills
My breast with pious awe! Prince, thou hast robbed
The sanctuary, and for the bride of heaven
Burned with unholy passion! Oh, remember
The cloister's sacred vows!
DON MANUEL
Thenceforth one path
My footsteps wooed; the fickle train was still
Of young desires – new felt my being's aim,
My soul revealed! and as the pilgrim turns
His wistful gaze, where, from the orient sky,
With gracious lustre beams Redemption's star; —
So to that brightest point of heaven, her presence,
My hopes and longings centred all. No sun
Sank in the western waves, but smiled farewell
To two united lovers: – thus in stillness
Our hearts were twined, – the all-seeing air above us
Alone the faithful witness of our joys!
Oh, golden hours! Oh, happy days! nor Heaven
Indignant viewed our bliss; – no vows enchained
Her spotless soul; naught but the link which bound it
Eternally to mine!
Chorus (CAJETAN)
Those hallowed walls,
Perchance the calm retreat of tender youth,
No living grave?
DON MANUEL
In infant innocence
Consigned a holy pledge, ne'er has she left
Her cloistered home.
Chorus (CAJETAN)
But what her royal line?
The noble only spring from noble stem.
DON MANUEL
A secret to herself, – she ne'er has learned
Her name or fatherland.
Chorus (CAJETAN)
And not a trace
Guides to her being's undiscovered springs?
DON MANUEL
An old domestic, the sole messenger
Sent by her unknown mother, oft bespeaks her
Of kingly race.
Chorus (CAJETAN)
And hast thou won naught else
From her garrulous age?
DON MANUEL
Too much I feared to peril
My secret bliss!
Chorus (CAJETAN)
What were his words? What tidings
He bore – perchance thou know'st.
DON MANUEL
Oft he has cheered her
With promise of a happier time, when all
Shall be revealed.
Chorus (CAJETAN)
How long the pause
I know not – time itself forgot; – it seemed
Eternity of bliss: her glance of sweetness
Flew to my soul; and quick the subtle flame
Pervaded all my heart: —
But what I spoke,
And how this blessed creature answered, none
May ask; it floats upon my thought, a dream
Of childhood's happy dawn! Soon as my sense
Returned, I felt her bosom throb responsive
To mine, – then fell melodious on my ear
The sound, as of a convent bell, that called
To vesper song; and, like some shadowy vision
That melts in air, she flitted from my sight,
And was beheld no more.
Chorus (CAJETAN)
Thy story thrills
My breast with pious awe! Prince, thou hast robbed
The sanctuary, and for the bride of heaven
Burned with unholy passion! Oh, remember
The cloister's sacred vows!
DON MANUEL
Thenceforth one path
My footsteps wooed; the fickle train was still
Of young desires – new felt my being's aim,
My soul revealed! and as the pilgrim turns
His wistful gaze, where, from the orient sky,
With gracious lustre beams Redemption's star; —
So to that brightest point of heaven, her presence,
My hopes and longings centred all. No sun
Sank in the western waves, but smiled farewell
To two united lovers: – thus in stillness
Our hearts were twined, – the all-seeing air above us
Alone the faithful witness of our joys!
Oh, golden hours! Oh, happy days! nor Heaven
Indignant viewed our bliss; – no vows enchained
Her spotless soul; naught but the link which bound it
Eternally to mine!
Chorus (CAJETAN)
Those hallowed walls,
Perchance the calm retreat of tender youth,
No living grave?
DON MANUEL
In infant innocence
Consigned a holy pledge, ne'er has she left
Her cloistered home.
Chorus (CAJETAN)
But what her royal line?
The noble only spring from noble stem.
DON MANUEL
A secret to herself, – she ne'er has learned
Her name or fatherland.
Chorus (CAJETAN)
And not a trace
Guides to her being's undiscovered springs?
DON MANUEL
An old domestic, the sole messenger
Sent by her unknown mother, oft bespeaks her
Of kingly race.
Chorus (CAJETAN)
And hast thou won naught else
From her garrulous age?
DON MANUEL
Too much I feared to peril
My secret bliss!
Chorus (CAJETAN)
What were his words? What tidings
He bore – perchance thou know'st.
DON MANUEL
Oft he has cheered her
With promise of a happier time, when all
Shall be revealed.
Chorus (CAJETAN)
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