The Complete Poetical Works of Samuel Taylor Coleridge. Vol 2 (of 2)Coleridge, Samuel Taylor
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The Complete Poetical Works of Samuel Taylor Coleridge. Vol 2 (of 2)
Coleridge, Samuel Taylor
English poetry -- 19th century
_Valdez._ How often would he plead for these Morescoes! 20
The brood accurst! remorseless, coward murderers!
_Teresa._ So? so?--I comprehend you--He is----
_Valdez._ He is no more!
_Teresa._ O sorrow! that a father's voice should say this,
A Father's Heart believe it!
_Valdez._ A worse sorrow
Are fancy's wild hopes to a heart despairing! 25
_Teresa._ These rays that slant in through those gorgeous windows,
From yon bright orb--though coloured as they pass,
Are they not light?--Even so that voice, Lord Valdez!
Which whispers to my soul, though haply varied
By many a fancy, many a wishful hope, 30
Speaks yet the truth: and Alvar lives for me!
_Valdez._ Yes, for three wasting years, thus and no other,
He has lived for thee--a spirit for thy spirit!
My child, we must not give religious faith
To every voice which makes the heart a listener 35
To its own wish.
_Teresa._ I breath'd to the Unerring
Permitted prayers. Must those remain unanswer'd,
Yet impious sorcery, that holds no commune
Save with the lying spirit, claim belief?
_Valdez._ O not to-day, not now for the first time 40
Was Alvar lost to thee--
Accurst assassins!
Disarmed, o'erpowered, despairing of defence,
At his bared breast he seem'd to grasp some relique
More dear than was his life----
_Teresa._ O Heavens! my portrait!
And he did grasp it in his death pang!
Off, false demon, 45
That beat'st thy black wings close above my head![853:1]
[_ORDONIO enters with the keys of the dungeon in his
hand._
Hush! who comes here? The wizard Moor's employer!
Moors were his murderers, you say? Saints shield us
From wicked thoughts----
[_VALDEZ moves towards the back of the stage to meet
ORDONIO, and during the concluding lines of
TERESA'S speech appears as eagerly conversing
with him._
Is Alvar dead? what then?
The nuptial rites and funeral shall be one! 50
Here's no abiding-place for thee, Teresa.--
Away! they see me not--Thou seest me, Alvar!
To thee I bend my course.--But first one question,
One question to Ordonio.--My limbs tremble--
There I may sit unmark'd--a moment will restore me. 55
[_Retires out of sight._
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