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pray you
senor excuse me
[exit | img2poems |
hyp
yes yes i know they did
give me your hand | img2poems |
hyp
what news is this that makes thy cheek turn pale
and thy hand tremble | img2poems |
vict
dear hypolito
how have i wronged that meek confiding heart | img2poems |
hyp
and have they with them a pale beautiful girl
called preciosa | img2poems |
hyp
yes moved with hunger
he is half famished with this long day's journey | img2poems |
padre c
then pray you come this way
the supper waits | img2poems |
prec
speak of that no more
i cannot | img2poems |
not mine
i never gave my heart to thee
nor promised thee my hand | img2poems |
that voice
that voice from heaven
o speak again | img2poems |
prec
't is he
't is he | img2poems |
prec
not in the dark
come nearer to the fire | img2poems |
vict
there is the
cross | img2poems |
prec
there's a fair lady at the court who loves you
and for yourself alone | img2poems |
shame
shame
o you have wronged the maid who loved you | img2poems |
vict
i never loved a maid
for she i loved was then a maid no more | img2poems |
vict
a little bird in the air
whispered the secret | img2poems |
vict
how like an angel's speaks the tongue of woman
when pleading in another's cause her own | img2poems |
prec
no never from my hand
shall that be taken | img2poems |
prec
no never
never | img2poems |
vict
be still my swelling heart
one moment still | img2poems |
vict
forgive me sweet
for what i made thee suffer | img2poems |
think'st thou this heart could feel a moment's joy
thou being absent
o believe it not | img2poems |
vict
i have heard all
and yet speak on speak on | img2poems |
let me but hear thy voice and i am happy
for every tone like some sweet incantation
calls up the buried past to plead for me | img2poems |
prec
senor hypolito
i kiss your hand | img2poems |
chispa
ay robbed and murdered and good evening to you
my worthy masters | img2poems |
prec
i have still
a hand to give | img2poems |
vict
no let it be a day of general joy
fortune comes well to all that comes not late | img2poems |
(song dies away
enter preciosa on horseback attended by
victorian hypolito don carlos and chispa on foot and armed | img2poems |
vict
this is the highest point
here let us rest | img2poems |
see preciosa see how all about us
kneeling like hooded friars the misty mountains
receive the benediction of the sun | img2poems |
bart
they passed this way
i hear their horses' hoofs | img2poems |
yonder i see them
come sweet caramillo
this serenade shall be the gypsy's last | img2poems |
ha
ha
well whistled my sweet caramillo | img2poems |
well whistled
i have missed her
o my god | img2poems |
in the market-place of bruges stands the belfry old and brown
thrice consumed and thrice rebuilded still it watches o'er the
town | img2poems |
at my feet the city slumbered
from its chimneys here and there
wreaths of snow-white smoke ascending vanished ghost-like into air | img2poems |
then the sound of drums aroused me
the awakened city's roar
chased the phantoms i had summoned back into their graves once more | img2poems |
hours had passed away like minutes and before i was aware
lo
the shadow of the belfry crossed the sun-illumined square | img2poems |
and every nation that should lift again
its hand against a brother on its forehead
would wear forevermore the curse of cain | img2poems |
peace
and no longer from its brazen portals
the blast of war's great organ shakes the skies | img2poems |
he counts it as no sin
that he sees therein
only his own thrift and gain | img2poems |
once ah once within these walls
one whom memory oft recalls
the father of his country dwelt | img2poems |
and yonder meadows broad and damp
the fires of the besieging camp
encircled with a burning belt | img2poems |
beneath us like an oriole's pendent nest
from which the laughing birds have taken wing
by thee abandoned hangs thy vacant swing | img2poems |
like the astrologers of eld
in that bright vision i beheld
greater and deeper mysteries | img2poems |
sirius was rising in the east
and slow ascending one by one
the kindling constellations shone | img2poems |
begirt with many a blazing star
stood the great giant algebar
orion hunter of the beast | img2poems |
thus moving on with silent pace
and triumph in her sweet pale face
she reached the station of orion | img2poems |
and suddenly from his outstretched arm
down fell the red skin of the lion
into the river at his feet | img2poems |
wrapt in thy scarlet blanket i see thee stalk through the city's
narrow and populous streets as once by the margin of rivers
stalked those birds unknown that have left us only their footprints | img2poems |
is it the cry of the foxes and crows or the mighty behemoth
who unharmed on his tusks once caught the bolts of the thunder
and now lurks in his lair to destroy the race of the red man | img2poems |
ha
how the breath of these saxons and celts like the blast of the east-wind
drifts evermore to the west the scanty smokes of thy wigwams | img2poems |
thou hast been their friend
they alas
have left thee friendless | img2poems |
from the pitcher placed between us
how the waters laugh and glisten
in the head of old silenus | img2poems |
even as a miser counts his gold
those hours the ancient timepiece told
forever never | img2poems |
all are scattered now and fled
some are married some are dead
and when i ask with throbs of pain | img2poems |
as in the days long since gone by
the ancient timepiece makes reply
forever never | img2poems |
the horologe of eternity
sayeth this incessantly
forever never | img2poems |
scattered like dust and leaves when the mighty blasts of october
seize them and whirl them aloft and sprinkle them far o'er the ocean
naught but tradition remains of the beautiful village of grand-pre | img2poems |
dikes that the hands of the farmers had raised with labor incessant
shut out the turbulent tides but at stated seasons the flood-gates
opened and welcomed the sea to wander at will o'er the meadows | img2poems |
neither locks had they to their doors nor bars to their windows
but their dwellings were open as day and the hearts of their owners
there the richest was poor and the poorest lived in abundance | img2poems |
stalworth and stately in form was the man of seventy winters
hearty and hale was he an oak that is covered with snow-flakes
white as the snow were his locks and his cheeks as brown as the oak-leaves | img2poems |
but a celestial brightness a more ethereal beauty
shone on her face and encircled her form when after confession
homeward serenely she walked with god's benediction upon her | img2poems |
firmly builded with rafters of oak the house of the farmer
stood on the side of a hill commanding the sea and a shady
sycamore grew by the door with a woodbine wreathing around it | img2poems |
under the sycamore-tree were hives overhung by a penthouse
such as the traveller sees in regions remote by the roadside
built o'er a box for the poor or the blessed image of mary | img2poems |
there too the dove-cot stood with its meek and innocent inmates
murmuring ever of love while above in the variant breezes
numberless noisy weathercocks rattled and sang of mutation | img2poems |
many a youth as he knelt in the church and opened his missal
fixed his eyes upon her as the saint of his deepest devotion
happy was he who might touch her hand or the hem of her garment | img2poems |
bees with prophetic instinct of want had hoarded their honey
till the hives overflowed and the indian bunters asserted
cold would the winter be for thick was the fur of the foxes | img2poems |
such was the advent of autumn
then followed that beautiful season
called by the pious acadian peasants the summer of all-saints | img2poems |
peace seemed to reign upon earth and the restless heart of the ocean
was for a moment consoled
all sounds were in harmony blended | img2poems |
foremost bearing the bell evangeline's beautiful heifer
proud of her snow-white hide and the ribbon that waved from her collar
quietly paced and slow as if conscious of human affection | img2poems |
patiently stood the cows meanwhile and yielded their udders
unto the milkmaid's hand whilst loud and in regular cadence
into the sounding pails the foaming streamlets descended | img2poems |
faces clumsily carved in oak on the back of his arm-chair
laughed in the flickering light and the pewter plates on the dresser
caught and reflected the flame as shields of armies the sunshine | img2poems |
fragments of song the old man sang and carols of christmas
such as at home in the olden time his fathers before him
sang in their norman orchards and bright burgundian vineyards | img2poems |
silent awhile were its treadles at rest was its diligent shuttle
while the monotonous drone of the wheel like the drone of a bagpipe
followed the old man's songs and united the fragments together | img2poems |
as in a church when the chant of the choir at intervals ceases
footfalls are heard in the aisles or words of the priest at the altar
so in each pause of the song with measured motion the clock clicked | img2poems |
then with a smile of content thus answered basil the blacksmith
taking with easy air the accustomed seat by the fireside
benedict bellefontaine thou hast ever thy jest and thy ballad | img2poems |
not so thinketh the folk in the village said warmly the blacksmith
shaking his head as in doubt then heaving a sigh he continued
louisburg is not forgotten nor beau sejour nor port royal | img2poems |
as apart by the window she stood with her hand in her lover's
blushing evangeline heard the words that her father had spoken
and as they died on his lips the worthy notary entered | img2poems |
then with modest demeanor made answer the notary public
gossip enough have i heard in sooth yet am never the wiser
and what their errand may be i know not better than others | img2poems |
god's name
shouted the hasty and somewhat irascible blacksmith
must we in all things look for the how and the why and the wherefore | img2poems |
wiping the foam from his lip he solemnly bowed and departed
while in silence the others sat and mused by the fireside
till evangeline brought the draught-board out of its corner | img2poems |
simple that chamber was with its curtains of white and its clothes-press
ample and high on whose spacious shelves were carefully folded
linen and woollen stuffs by the hand of evangeline woven | img2poems |
soon she extinguished her lamp for the mellow and radiant moonlight
streamed through the windows and lighted the room till the heart of the maiden
swelled and obeyed its power like the tremulous tides of the ocean | img2poems |
ah
she was fair exceeding fair to behold as she stood with
naked snow-white feet on the gleaming floor of her chamber | img2poems |
yet were her thoughts of him and at times a feeling of sadness
passed o'er her soul as the sailing shade of clouds in the moonlight
flitted across the floor and darkened the room for a moment | img2poems |
and as she gazed from the window she saw serenely the moon pass
forth from the folds of a cloud and one star follow her footsteps
as out of abraham's tent young ishmael wandered with hagar | img2poems |
every house was an inn where all were welcomed and feasted
for with this simple people who lived like brothers together
all things were held in common and what one had was another's | img2poems |
shadow and light from the leaves alternately played on his snow-white
hair as it waved in the wind and the jolly face of the fiddler
glowed like a living coal when the ashes are blown from the embers | img2poems |
gayly the old man sang to the vibrant sound of his fiddle
tous les bourgeois de chartres and le carillon de dunkerque
and anon with his wooden shoes beat time to the music | img2poems |
merrily merrily whirled the wheels of the dizzying dances
under the orchard-trees and down the path to the meadows
old folk and young together and children mingled among them | img2poems |
silent a moment they stood in speechless wonder and then rose
louder and ever louder a wail of sorrow and anger
and by one impulse moved they madly rushed to the door-way | img2poems |
flushed was his face and distorted with passion and wildly he shouted
down with the tyrants of england
we never have sworn them allegiance | img2poems |
then the old men as they marched and the women that stood by the wayside
joined in the sacred psalm and the birds in the sunshine above them
mingled their notes therewith like voices of spirits departed | img2poems |
busily plied the freighted boats and in the confusion
wives were torn from their husbands and mothers too late saw their children
left on the land extending their arms with wildest entreaties | img2poems |
back to its nethermost caves retreated the bellowing ocean
dragging adown the beach the rattling pebbles and leaving
inland and far up the shore the stranded boats of the sailors | img2poems |
onward from fire to fire as from hearth to hearth in his parish
wandered the faithful priest consoling and blessing and cheering
like unto shipwrecked paul on melita's desolate sea-shore | img2poems |
vainly evangeline strove with words and caresses to cheer him
vainly offered him food yet he moved not he looked not he spake not
but with a vacant stare ever gazed at the flickering fire-light | img2poems |
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