“O, by those drops of sacred dew, “I charge thee now, this storm control! “Death could not thus affright my view, “Thy guilty transports stain my soul! “Wrapt in these arms, with chastest bliss “Oft has my blooming Phaon sighed; “This cheek hath blush’d beneath his kiss, “These eyes to his fond gaze replied; “Then by the Queen of Night I swear! “The spotless Goddess of the chase, “Never shall god or mortal, share “With him I love, my pure embrace! “Betrothed to his, my wedded heart “No time, no distance can divorce: “At first was shot thy deadliest dart; “Thou hast no more of equal force;” Like a clear cloud, in which appears The wat’ry moon or showery bow; Shining thro’ sad yet tender tears, She stands awhile in silent woe; In mem’ry’s glass she sees the grove, Where Phaon met her oft by night; She beauteous as the queen of love, He like the young Adonis bright, Prone at her feet, the Genius sinks With frantic looks of new desire; His eye her melting beauty drinks, His lips impassion’d sighs respire. “Vain are thy vows! for never more “Canst thou to Delos’ coast return: “Thee only would I thus implore; “For thee I languish, thee I burn! “Eternal fires my breast destroy, “My thoughts in strange deliriums float: “O never can that earthly boy “So wildly love, so madly dote!-- “Abhorrent still then take thy fate! “Hence to a life of ceaseless fear! “Ne’er shall thy heart’s alarm abate, “Till that proud heart hath wished me near!” He speaks, and instant darkness falls Stilly and thick, o’er all things round; Silence that virtue’s self appalls, Succeeds to Love and Music’s sounds; Sudden loud thunders peal on high, Huge forests crash, and ocean raves; While beasts of prey tremendous cry, And Echo calls from all her caves;-- At this part of the ballad, the sudden entrance of Don Emanuel de Castro interrupted Sebastian, and throwing aside the book, he arose to welcome him. CHAP. IX. The countenance of the viceroy announced important intelligence: “What have I to learn?” exclaimed Sebastian, eagerly advancing. “That I am recalled:” answered De Castro. “I am now a simple individual in Brazil. A new governor is just landed; and the same ship which conveyed him from Spain, has brought me letters from my sister of my Medina Sidonia: their contents make me welcome my recal as a harbinger”-- Here Kara Aziek springing up with a blanched cheek, caught his arm, exclaiming in a voice of alarm, “O say not that our peaceful days are over! rouse not those thoughts, those wishes--danger, anxiety, destruction perhaps, await--ah! my Sebastian, thy looks tell me what I have to fear.”--