The life and works of William Cullen Bryant
cased in mail, like that which Pelides wore in battle, he stood
manfully up to the enemy but alas ! and alas ! he was pierced
through and through for his rashness. Why attempt to de
fend the outposts, when the citadel was already entered?
Overcome, and a captive, like that same little god, when
bound by the rosy chains woven by the daughters of Beauty,
he wished for no release ; it was so delightful a slavery. No,
indeed, henceforth
& quot; To love, to love, shall be my law, & quot;
and he desires through all the vicissitudes of time, even when
age should bring gray locks and the decrepit frame, to bow
still at the shrine of his queen.
Next follows a time of separation the youth must go away
to his studies, and the fair one, with her company, to her own
people indicated in two references. The first is this :
& quot; The home thy presence made so dear,
I leave the parting hour is past ;
Yet thy sweet image haunts me here
In tears as when I saw thee last.
& quot; It meets me where the woods are deep,
It comes when twilight tints depart,
It bends above me while I sleep,
With pensive looks that pierce my heart. & quot;
The other runs thus :
& quot; When on Fernandez isle, whose cliffs upbear
Sweet dells that blossom in the unbreath d air,
Stood the self-banished Scot, and saw the sail
That brought him, bound away before the gale,
And voices which he never more might hear,
Laughter and shout and song came to his ear
With faint and fainter sound, as o er the main
The glad crew hastened to their homes again,
Then turned and cast his melancholy eye
On the lone scene where he must live and die,