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 Literary Gazette, 28th September, 1822, Pages 616-617

ORIGINAL POETRY.

POETICAL SKETCHES.

Third Series — Sketch the Fourth. THE CASTILIAN NUPTIALS.

And days fled by, A cloud came o'er my destiny. The dream of passion soon was past, A summer's day may never last— Yes, every feeling then knew change, One only hope was left—revenge. He wedded with another—tears Are very vain, and as for fears I know them not—I deeply swore No lip should sigh where mine before Had sealed its vow, no heart should rest Upon the bosom mine had prest. Life had no ill I would not brave To claim him, even in the grave!

Fair is the form that in yon orange bower, Like a lone spirit, bends beside the lamp, Whose silver light is flung o'er clustering rose, And myrtle with pearl buds and emerald leaves; Green moss and azure violets have formed The floor, and fragrant bloom the canopy, And perfumed shrubs the pillars, round whose stems The vine has crept, and mixed its purple fruit Amid the rich-hued blossoms; citron trees, And beds of hyacinths, have sent their sweets Upon the odorous dew of the night gale, Which, playing with the trembling lamp, flings round A changeful light—now glancing on the flowers, And brightening every hue—now lost in shade. Look out upon the night! There is no star In beauty visible—the Moon is still Sojourning in her shadowy hall—the clouds Are thickening round; but though the tempest's wing Will herald in the morning, all is still, And calm, and soothing now,—no rougher sounds Than the low murmur of the mountain rill, And the sweet music of the nightingale, Are on the air. But a far darker storm, The tempest of the heart, the evil war Of fiery passions, is fast gathering O'er that bright creature's head, whose fairy bower