XV.

THE OUBLIETTES.

If sulphurous light had shone from this vile well One might have said it was a mouth of hell, So large the trap that by some sudden blow A man might backward fall and sink below. Who looked could see a harrow's threatening teeth, But lost in night was everything beneath.

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And Terror unrelieved is master here. One feels the place has secret histories Replete with dreadful murderous mysteries, And that this sepulchre, forgot to-day, Is home of trailing ghosts that grope their way Along the walls where spectre reptiles crawl. "Our fathers fashioned for us after all Some useful things," said Joss; then Zeno spoke: "I know what Corbus hides beneath its cloak, I and the osprey know the castle old, And what in bygone times the justice bold."

"And are you sure that Mahaud will not wake?" "Her eyes are closed as now my fist I make; She is in mystic and unearthly sleep; The potion still its power o'er her must keep." "But she will surely wake at break of day?" "In darkness."

"What will all the courtiers say When in the place of her they find two men?" "To them we will declare ourselves--and then They at our feet will fall."

"Where leads this hole?" "To where the crow makes feast and torrents roll To desolation. Let us end it now."

These young and handsome men had seemed to grow Deformed and hideous--so doth foul black heart Disfigure man, till beauty all depart. So to the hell within the human face Transparent is. They nearer move apace; And Mahaud soundly sleeps as in a bed. "To work."

Joss seizes her and holds her head Supporting her beneath her arms, in his; And then he dared to plant a monstrous kiss Upon her rosy lips,--while Zeno bent Before the massive chair, and with intent Her robe disordered as he raised her feet; Her dainty ankles thus their gaze to meet. And while the mystic sleep was all profound, The pit gaped wide like grave in burial ground.