“ZELICA, ZELICA!” the youth exclaim’d, In all the tortures of a mind inflam’d Almost to madness—“by that sacred Heaven, “Where yet, if prayers can move, thou’lt be forgiven, “As thou art here—here, in this writhing heart, “All sinful, wild, and ruin’d as thou art! “By the remembrance of our once pure love, “Which, like a church-yard light, still burns above “The grave of our lost souls—which guilt in thee “Cannot extinguish, nor despair in me! “I do conjure, implore thee to fly hence— “If thou hast yet one spark of innocence, “Fly with me from this place⸺” “With thee! oh bliss! “’Tis worth whole years of torment to hear this. “What! take the lost one with thee?—let her rove “By thy dear side, as in those days of love, “When we were both so happy, both so pure— “Too heavenly dream! if there’s on earth a cure “For the sunk heart, ’tis this—day after day “To be the blest companion of thy way; “To hear thy angel eloquence—to see “Those virtuous eyes for ever turn’d on me; “And, in their light re-chasten’d silently, “Like the stain’d web that whitens in the sun, “Grow pure by being purely shone upon! “And thou wilt pray for me—I know thou wilt— “At the dim vesper hour, when thoughts of guilt “Come heaviest o’er the heart, thou’lt lift thine eyes, “Full of sweet tears, unto the dark’ning skies, “And plead for me with Heaven, till I can dare “To fix my own weak, sinful glances there; “Till the good angels, when they see me cling “For ever near thee, pale and sorrowing, “Shall for thy sake pronounce my soul forgiven, “And bid thee take thy weeping slave to Heaven! “Oh yes, I’ll fly with thee⸺”