A friend who should weave counsel, as I Dangerous secrets; for it tempts our And follows me to the resort of men, And fills my slumber with tumultuons dreams, So when I wake my blood seems liquid fire; And if I strike my damp and dizzy head, me By a dark secret, surer than the grave; Her mother scared and unexpostulating 150 From the dread manner of her wish achieved; And she! Once more take courage, my faint heart; What dares a friendless maiden matched with thee? I have such foresight as assures success. When dread events are near, stir up men's minds To black suggestions; and he prospers best, Not who becomes the instrument of ill, But who can flatter the dark spirit that makes Its empire and its prey of other hearts 160 Till it become his slave-as I will do. Is changed to vapors such as the dead breathe In charnel-pits! Pah! I am choked! A clinging, black, contaminating mist No, I am dead! These putrefying limbs now? 29 'Tis gone; and yet its burden remains here O'er these dull eyes upon this weary heart! |