II.

Pass by some weeks: to London Seaton went, His genius glorying in its wonted vent; New props are built, and new foundations laid, And once more rose thy crowded temple--Trade! Then back the sire and daughter bent their way, There, where the troth was pledged, let Hymen claim the day! With Constance came a friend of earlier years, Partner of childhood's smiles and pangless tears; Leaf intertwined with leaf, their youth together Ripen'd to bloom through life's first April weather. To Juliet Constance had no care untold, Here grief found sympathy and wept consoled; On woman's pitying heart could woman here Mourn perish'd hope, or pour remorseful fear; And breathe those prayers which woman breathes for one, Who fading from her world is still its sun. These made their commune, when from darkening skies, Pale as lost joys, stars gleam'd on tearful eyes. They guess'd not how the credulous gaze of love Dwelt on the moon that rose their roof above, Saw as on Latmos fall the enchanted beams-- And bless'd the Dian for Endymion's dreams.