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BERTHA, A LEGEND.

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BERTHA, A LEGEND. FAIR Bertha, from the Castle's height f Gazed on the vale below, ? Which shone with more than wonted light t In evening's crimson glow,- Between the o'erhanging boughs, like gold The broad and shining waters roll'd, And kiss'd the flowers that hung above, Like maidens o'er the looks they love. A beauty breath'd from bower and lake- A fragrance fill'd the air, As if the Gods had wished to make Themselves a dwelling there :— When lo! emerging from the wood That fring'd the borders of the flood, Tracing the gold path of the sun, A Wondrous bark came gliding on. Green interwoven stalks of flowers Its hull and keel composed,— The spoils of spring and summer bowers Around the summit closed; Two swans, whose necks all rosy gleam'd As the red sunset o'er them beam'd, The vessel drew, and sweetly sang. Till wood and vale with music rang. Swell'd Bertha's bosom quick and high— Glow'd Bertha's cheek like flame, As like a herald from the sky, Towards her the vessel came; A youth within it sat, too fair For aught but denizen of air, Whose radiant eyes on her were bent, And 0 how soft the looks they sent! The vessel stopp'd—he leap'd to land Within the Castle bay, And at the waving of his hand Went swans and bark awa" With faultering voice an,' numble air 1 he stranger made „„„ L • That he might i- »er his prayer, And be a fe- her dwelling rest short hours, her guest- "look, with mingled joy and fear, riefore the stranger's voice, And seem'd reluctantly to hear, What would have been her choice;- He came-he stay'd—and ere the star Of eve again had fill'd his ear, < The flame of love from breast to breast Had shot, too strong to be repress'd. He woo'd—he won-too bright his eye, Too soft his pleading tone, For bashful feeling to deny Her heart was all his own. On roll'd their days in wedded joy, Which nothing threaten'd to destroy, Save once, when he, in accents grave, This warning to her questioning gave As roses sometimes in the place Where none before have smil'd, With unexpected beauty grace The horrors of the wild So love within our hearts has grown, The source from which it sprung unknown; But so we feel alike the flame, What matters how or whence it came ?" 0 ask me not, dear Bertha whence My course I hither took,- Love asks unbounded confidence, Distrust he will not brook 'Twere hard my jourr^y to retrace, O er yon blue w?'tej's trackless space But ask'st t^0u why j came ?—to see, To love, Cind be beloved by thee." ladv sigh'd his words to hear, And oegg'd to be forgiven And begg'd to be forgiven And promis'd faith from doubt as clear As that she paid to Heaven Her vows she pledged with many a kiss, He ask'd no better seal than this;— And peace and joy stoop'd from above To Wess the union of their love.- At length the rapid months roll'd round The circle of the year, And love still gave his wonted sound, But less distinct and clear. The cares he once spontaneous shew'd, And from premeditation flow'd; And weariness began to creep, Upon them, and faith fell asleep. One evening as they careledfc stray'd Together nand in hand, They linger'd, as the light decayed, Upon the wave kiss'd strand. Bertha—"Here the bark which bore a stranger, touched the shore, Andbrought thee, never thence to part, AO Bertha's towers and Bertha's heart." But tell me cruel; must for aye My soul be in suspense— Will thou not chase my doubts away By having confidence ? Tell me what spot of air, or earth Or hpaven, it was that gave thee birth- 0 tell me whence thy vessel came- Thy land, thy lineage, and thy name No voice replied—for he was gone, • Whirl'd sudden from her side— A mass of sweeping clouds alone, Receding, she descried II Mistrust the death of love"-was all She heard, as circled in a thrall Of stonny whirlwinds, like the blast, Far o'er the ruffled lake he pass'd. And Bertha, from the castle's heights, Once more look'd down below,- As gletm'd the valley, broad and bright, In evening's crimson glow,— But through the wood now heavily The wailing night wind seem'd to sigh, A nd slow emerging from beneath She saw the shadowy form of Death! ZENAS.

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