LARA.

its grief seem'd endend, hut the sex eonfest;And life return’d, and Kaled felt no shame —What now to her was Womanhood or Fame ?

XXII.

And Lara sleeps not where his fathers sleep rBut where he died his grave was dug ns deepNor is his mortal slumber less profound .Though priest nor blcss'd , nor marhlc deckedthe mound;

And he was mourn’d by one whose quiet grief,Less loud, outlasts a people’s for their chief, 1170Vain was all question ash’d her of the past.And vain e’en menace —*- silent to the last;She told nor whence, nor why she left behindHer all for one who seem'd but little kind.

"Why did she love him ? Curious fool! — be still ~Is human love the growth of human will PTo her he might be gentleness; the stemHave deeper thoughts than your dull eyes discern,And when they love, yoursmilers guess not howBeals the stroug heart, though less the lips avow.They w ere not common links, thatform’d the chainThat bound to Lara Kaled’s heart and brain; j 102But that wild tale she brook’d not to unfold.And scal’d is now each lip that could have told