That in the opal softly swims.
But they could carry maddening fires,
As when they inspired Sir Evan's breast,
And roused therein those wild desires
That stole from Dowielee his rest.
And led to that, oh, fatal night!
When, less beguiling than beguiled,
She fled, and left in her maddened flight
The good Sir Gregory and her child.



II.


The castle menials hear in bed
Their master's foot-fall overhead--
All in the silent midnight hour,
All under unrest's chafing power,
On and on upon the floor,
On and on both back and fore--
Bereaved, betrayed, disgraced, forlorn,
His brain on fire, his bosom torn
By fancy's images--sad lumber
Of man's proud spirit--care and cumber
Waxing brighter as they keep
From the vexed soul the frightened sleep.