And hither is he come at last, When he through such a day has gone, By this dark cave to be distrest Like a poor bird. - her plundered nest Hovering around with dolorous moan! Of that intense and piercing cry Some intermingled notes that plead But Peter, when he saw the Ass A faith that, for the dead man's sake And this poor slave who loved him well, Vengeance upon his head will fall, Some visitation worse than all Which ever till this night befel. Meanwhile the Ass, to reach his home, Is striving stoutly as he may; But, while he climbs the woody hill, The cry grows weak—and weaker still, So with his freight the Creature turns Along the shade with footstep true And there, along a narrow dell, The rocks that tower on either side Temples like those among the Hindoos, And mosques, and spires, and abbey windows, And castles all with ivy green! And, while the Ass pursues his Along this solitary dell, As pensively his steps advance, way, The mosques and spires change countenance, And look at Peter Bell! That unintelligible cry Hath left him high in preparation,- This very night, will meet his fate The verdant pathway, in and out, The strenuous Animal hath clomb With the green path, and now he wends In undisturbed immensity The level plain extends. But whence that faintly-rustling sound Which, all too long, the pair hath chased! -A dancing leaf is close behind, Light plaything for the sportive wind When Peter spies the withered leaf, So huge hath been my wickedness!" To a close lane they now are come, Between the hedges as they go Back-looking, sees upon a stone Or in the dust, a crimson stain. A stain as of a drop of blood By moonlight made more faint and wan He knows not how the blood comes there, At length he spies a bleeding wound, Of him whom sudden death had seized As meteors shoot through heaven's wide plains, Pass through his bosom and repass! |