ELOISA то A BELAR D. I N thefe deep folitudes and awful cells, Where heav'nly-penfive, contemplation dwells, What means this tumult in a Veital's veins ? Dear fatal name! reft ever unreveal'd, Her heart still dictates, and her hand obeys. Relentless walls! whofe darksom round contains Repentant fighs, and voluntary pains: VOL. I. M 5 10 15 Ye Ye rugged rocks! which holy knees have worn; Heav'n claims me all in vain, while he has part, 20 25 Soon as thy letters trembling I unclose, That well-known name awakens all my woes. Oh name for ever fad! for ever dear! 30 Still breath'd in fighs, ftill usher'd with a tear. I tremble too where'er my own I find, Some dire misfortune follows close behind. Line after line my gufhing eyes o'erflow, 35 Led thro' a fad variety of woe: Now warm in love, now with'ring in thy bloom, There stern Religion quench'd th' unwilling flame, 40 Yet write, oh write me all, that I may join 45 Then 50 Then share thy pain, allow that sad relief; Ah, more than share it! give me all thy grief. Heav'n first taught letters for fome wretch's aid, Some banish'd lover, or fome captive maid; They live, they speak, they breathe what love infpires, Warm from the foul, and faithful to its fires, The virgin's wish without her fears impart, Excufe the blush, and pour out all the heart, 55 Speed the foft intercourfe from foul to foul, Thou know'ft how guiltless first I met thy flame, When Love approach'd me under Friendship's name; 60 My fancy form'd thee of angelick kind, Some Emanation of th' all-beauteous Mind. How oft', when preft to marriage, have I faid, Curfe on all laws but thofe which love has made? 65 70 *He was her Preceptor in Philofophy and Divinity. Love, free as air, at fight of human ties, 75 Spreads his light wings, and in a moment flies. Let wealth, let honour, wait the wedded dame, Before true paffion all those views remove, 85 Fame, wealth, and honour! what are you to Love? 80 90 Ev'n thought meets thought, e'er from the lips it part,95 And each warm wish springs mutual from the heart. This fure is blifs (if blifs on earth there be) And once the lot of Abelard and me. Alas how chang'd! what fudden horrors rife? 100 I can no more; by fhame, by rage fupprefs'd, 105 Carit thou forget that fad, that folemn day, The shrines all trembled, and the lamps grew pale: And if I lofe thy love, I lofe my all. Come! with thy looks, thy words, relieve my woe; Thofe ftill at leaft are left thee to beftow. 115 120 Still on that breast enamour'd let me lie, Still drink delicious poifon from thy eye, Pant on thy lip, and to thy heart be prefs'd; Give all thou canft-and let me dream the reft. Ah no! inftruct me other joys to prize, 125 With other beauties charm my partial eyes, Full in my view fet all the bright abode, And make my foul quit Abelard for God. Ah think at least thy flock deferves thy care, Plants of thy hand, and children of thy pray'r. M 3 130 You |