And thus they left him to his lone repose: Juan slept like a top, or like the dead, Who sleep at last, perhaps (G.o.d only knows), Just for the present; and in his lull"d head Not even a vision of his former woes Throbb"d in accursed dreams, which sometimes spread Unwelcome visions of our former years, Till the eye, cheated, opens thick with tears.
Young Juan slept all dreamless:--but the maid, Who smooth"d his pillow, as she left the den Look"d back upon him, and a moment stay"d, And turn"d, believing that he call"d again.
He slumber"d; yet she thought, at least she said (The heart will slip, even as the tongue and pen), He had p.r.o.nounced her name--but she forgot That at this moment Juan knew it not.
And pensive to her father"s house she went, Enjoining silence strict to Zoe, who Better than her knew what, in fact, she meant, She being wiser by a year or two: A year or two "s an age when rightly spent, And Zoe spent hers, as most women do, In gaining all that useful sort of knowledge Which is acquired in Nature"s good old college.
The morn broke, and found Juan slumbering still Fast in his cave, and nothing clash"d upon His rest; the rushing of the neighbouring rill, And the young beams of the excluded sun, Troubled him not, and he might sleep his fill; And need he had of slumber yet, for none Had suffer"d more--his hardships were comparative To those related in my grand-dad"s "Narrative."
Not so Haidee: she sadly toss"d and tumbled, And started from her sleep, and, turning o"er Dream"d of a thousand wrecks, o"er which she stumbled, And handsome corpses strew"d upon the sh.o.r.e; And woke her maid so early that she grumbled, And call"d her father"s old slaves up, who swore In several oaths--Armenian, Turk, and Greek-- They knew not what to think of such a freak.
But up she got, and up she made them get, With some pretence about the sun, that makes Sweet skies just when he rises, or is set; And "t is, no doubt, a sight to see when breaks Bright Phoebus, while the mountains still are wet With mist, and every bird with him awakes, And night is flung off like a mourning suit Worn for a husband,--or some other brute.
I say, the sun is a most glorious sight, I "ve seen him rise full oft, indeed of late I have sat up on purpose all the night, Which hastens, as physicians say, one"s fate; And so all ye, who would be in the right In health and purse, begin your day to date From daybreak, and when coffin"d at fourscore, Engrave upon the plate, you rose at four.
And Haidee met the morning face to face; Her own was freshest, though a feverish flush Had dyed it with the headlong blood, whose race From heart to cheek is curb"d into a blush, Like to a torrent which a mountain"s base, That overpowers some Alpine river"s rush, Checks to a lake, whose waves in circles spread; Or the Red Sea--but the sea is not red.
And down the cliff the island virgin came, And near the cave her quick light footsteps drew, While the sun smiled on her with his first flame, And young Aurora kiss"d her lips with dew, Taking her for a sister; just the same Mistake you would have made on seeing the two, Although the mortal, quite as fresh and fair, Had all the advantage, too, of not being air.
And when into the cavern Haidee stepp"d All timidly, yet rapidly, she saw That like an infant Juan sweetly slept; And then she stopp"d, and stood as if in awe (For sleep is awful), and on tiptoe crept And wrapt him closer, lest the air, too raw, Should reach his blood, then o"er him still as death Bent with hush"d lips, that drank his scarce-drawn breath.
And thus like to an angel o"er the dying Who die in righteousness, she lean"d; and there All tranquilly the shipwreck"d boy was lying, As o"er him the calm and stirless air: But Zoe the meantime some eggs was frying, Since, after all, no doubt the youthful pair Must breakfast--and betimes, lest they should ask it, She drew out her provision from the basket.
She knew that the best feelings must have victual, And that a shipwreck"d youth would hungry be; Besides, being less in love, she yawn"d a little, And felt her veins chill"d by the neighbouring sea; And so, she cook"d their breakfast to a t.i.ttle; I can"t say that she gave them any tea, But there were eggs, fruit, coffee, bread, fish, honey, With Scio wine,--and all for love, not money.
And Zoe, when the eggs were ready, and The coffee made, would fain have waken"d Juan; But Haidee stopp"d her with her quick small hand, And without word, a sign her finger drew on Her lip, which Zoe needs must understand; And, the first breakfast spoilt, prepared a new one, Because her mistress would not let her break That sleep which seem"d as it would ne"er awake.
For still he lay, and on his thin worn cheek A purple hectic play"d like dying day On the snow-tops of distant hills; the streak Of sufferance yet upon his forehead lay, Where the blue veins look"d shadowy, shrunk, and weak; And his black curls were dewy with the spray, Which weigh"d upon them yet, all damp and salt, Mix"d with the stony vapours of the vault.
And she bent o"er him, and he lay beneath, Hush"d as the babe upon its mother"s breast, Droop"d as the willow when no winds can breathe, Lull"d like the depth of ocean when at rest, Fair as the crowning rose of the whole wreath, Soft as the callow cygnet in its nest; In short, he was a very pretty fellow, Although his woes had turn"d him rather yellow.
He woke and gazed, and would have slept again, But the fair face which met his eyes forbade Those eyes to close, though weariness and pain Had further sleep a further pleasure made; For woman"s face was never form"d in vain For Juan, so that even when he pray"d He turn"d from grisly saints, and martyrs hairy, To the sweet portraits of the Virgin Mary.
And thus upon his elbow he arose, And look"d upon the lady, in whose cheek The pale contended with the purple rose, As with an effort she began to speak; Her eyes were eloquent, her words would pose, Although she told him, in good modern Greek, With an Ionian accent, low and sweet, That he was faint, and must not talk, but eat.
Now Juan could not understand a word, Being no Grecian; but he had an ear, And her voice was the warble of a bird, So soft, so sweet, so delicately clear, That finer, simpler music ne"er was heard; The sort of sound we echo with a tear, Without knowing why--an overpowering tone, Whence Melody descends as from a throne.
And Juan gazed as one who is awoke By a distant organ, doubting if he be Not yet a dreamer, till the spell is broke By the watchman, or some such reality, Or by one"s early valet"s cursed knock; At least it is a heavy sound to me, Who like a morning slumber--for the night Shows stars and women in a better light.
And Juan, too, was help"d out from his dream, Or sleep, or whatso"er it was, by feeling A most prodigious appet.i.te: the steam Of Zoe"s cookery no doubt was stealing Upon his senses, and the kindling beam Of the new fire, which Zoe kept up, kneeling To stir her viands, made him quite awake And long for food, but chiefly a beef-steak.
But beef is rare within these oxless isles; Goat"s flesh there is, no doubt, and kid, and mutton; And, when a holiday upon them smiles, A joint upon their barbarous spits they put on: But this occurs but seldom, between whiles, For some of these are rocks with scarce a hut on; Others are fair and fertile, among which This, though not large, was one of the most rich.
I say that beef is rare, and can"t help thinking That the old fable of the Minotaur-- From which our modern morals rightly shrinking Condemn the royal lady"s taste who wore A cow"s shape for a mask--was only (sinking The allegory) a mere type, no more, That Pasiphae promoted breeding cattle, To make the Cretans bloodier in battle.
For we all know that English people are Fed upon beef--I won"t say much of beer, Because "t is liquor only, and being far From this my subject, has no business here; We know, too, they very fond of war, A pleasure--like all pleasures--rather dear; So were the Cretans--from which I infer That beef and battles both were owing to her.
But to resume. The languid Juan raised His head upon his elbow, and he saw A sight on which he had not lately gazed, As all his latter meals had been quite raw, Three or four things, for which the Lord he praised, And, feeling still the famish"d vulture gnaw, He fell upon whate"er was offer"d, like A priest, a shark, an alderman, or pike.
He ate, and he was well supplied: and she, Who watch"d him like a mother, would have fed Him past all bounds, because she smiled to see Such appet.i.te in one she had deem"d dead; But Zoe, being older than Haidee, Knew (by tradition, for she ne"er had read) That famish"d people must be slowly nurst, And fed by spoonfuls, else they always burst.
And so she took the liberty to state, Rather by deeds than words, because the case Was urgent, that the gentleman, whose fate Had made her mistress quit her bed to trace The sea-sh.o.r.e at this hour, must leave his plate, Unless he wish"d to die upon the place-- She s.n.a.t.c.h"d it, and refused another morsel, Saying, he had gorged enough to make a horse ill.
Next they--he being naked, save a tatter"d Pair of scarce decent trowsers--went to work, And in the fire his recent rags they scatter"d, And dress"d him, for the present, like a Turk, Or Greek--that is, although it not much matter"d, Omitting turban, slippers, pistols, dirk,-- They furnish"d him, entire, except some st.i.tches, With a clean shirt, and very s.p.a.cious breeches.
And then fair Haidee tried her tongue at speaking, But not a word could Juan comprehend, Although he listen"d so that the young Greek in Her earnestness would ne"er have made an end; And, as he interrupted not, went eking Her speech out to her protege and friend, Till pausing at the last her breath to take, She saw he did not understand Romaic.
And then she had recourse to nods, and signs, And smiles, and sparkles of the speaking eye, And read (the only book she could) the lines Of his fair face, and found, by sympathy, The answer eloquent, where soul shines And darts in one quick glance a long reply; And thus in every look she saw exprest A world of words, and things at which she guess"d.
And now, by dint of fingers and of eyes, And words repeated after her, he took A lesson in her tongue; but by surmise, No doubt, less of her language than her look: As he who studies fervently the skies Turns oftener to the stars than to his book, Thus Juan learn"d his alpha beta better From Haidee"s glance than any graven letter.
"T is pleasing to be school"d in a strange tongue By female lips and eyes--that is, I mean, When both the teacher and the taught are young, As was the case, at least, where I have been; They smile so when one "s right, and when one "s wrong They smile still more, and then there intervene Pressure of hands, perhaps even a chaste kiss;-- I learn"d the little that I know by this:
That is, some words of Spanish, Turk, and Greek, Italian not at all, having no teachers; Much English I cannot pretend to speak, Learning that language chiefly from its preachers, Barrow, South, Tillotson, whom every week I study, also Blair, the highest reachers Of eloquence in piety and prose-- I hate your poets, so read none of those.
As for the ladies, I have nought to say, A wanderer from the British world of fashion, Where I, like other "dogs, have had my day,"
Like other men, too, may have had my pa.s.sion-- But that, like other things, has pa.s.s"d away, And all her fools whom I could lay the lash on: Foes, friends, men, women, now are nought to me But dreams of what has been, no more to be.
Return we to Don Juan. He begun To hear new words, and to repeat them; but Some feelings, universal as the sun, Were such as could not in his breast be shut More than within the bosom of a nun: He was in love,--as you would be, no doubt, With a young benefactress,--so was she, Just in the way we very often see.
And every day by daybreak--rather early For Juan, who was somewhat fond of rest-- She came into the cave, but it was merely To see her bird reposing in his nest; And she would softly stir his locks so curly, Without disturbing her yet slumbering guest, Breathing all gently o"er his cheek and mouth, As o"er a bed of roses the sweet south.
And every morn his colour freshlier came, And every day help"d on his convalescence; "T was well, because health in the human frame Is pleasant, besides being true love"s essence, For health and idleness to pa.s.sion"s flame Are oil and gunpowder; and some good lessons Are also learnt from Ceres and from Bacchus, Without whom Venus will not long attack us.
While Venus fills the heart (without heart really Love, though good always, is not quite so good), Ceres presents a plate of vermicelli,-- For love must be sustain"d like flesh and blood,-- While Bacchus pours out wine, or hands a jelly: Eggs, oysters, too, are amatory food; But who is their purveyor from above Heaven knows,--it may be Neptune, Pan, or Jove.
When Juan woke he found some good things ready, A bath, a breakfast, and the finest eyes That ever made a youthful heart less steady, Besides her maid"s as pretty for their size; But I have spoken of all this already-- And repet.i.tion "s tiresome and unwise,-- Well--Juan, after bathing in the sea, Came always back to coffee and Haidee.
Both were so young, and one so innocent, That bathing pa.s.s"d for nothing; Juan seem"d To her, as "twere, the kind of being sent, Of whom these two years she had nightly dream"d, A something to be loved, a creature meant To be her happiness, and whom she deem"d To render happy; all who joy would win Must share it,--Happiness was born a twin.
It was such pleasure to behold him, such Enlargement of existence to partake Nature with him, to thrill beneath his touch, To watch him slumbering, and to see him wake: To live with him forever were too much; But then the thought of parting made her quake; He was her own, her ocean-treasure, cast Like a rich wreck--her first love, and her last.
And thus a moon roll"d on, and fair Haidee Paid daily visits to her boy, and took Such plentiful precautions, that still he Remain"d unknown within his craggy nook; At last her father"s prows put out to sea For certain merchantmen upon the look, Not as of yore to carry off an Io, But three Ragusan vessels, bound for Scio.
Then came her freedom, for she had no mother, So that, her father being at sea, she was Free as a married woman, or such other Female, as where she likes may freely pa.s.s, Without even the inc.u.mbrance of a brother, The freest she that ever gazed on gla.s.s; I speak of Christian lands in this comparison, Where wives, at least, are seldom kept in garrison.
Now she prolong"d her visits and her talk (For they must talk), and he had learnt to say So much as to propose to take a walk,-- For little had he wander"d since the day On which, like a young flower snapp"d from the stalk, Drooping and dewy on the beach he lay,-- And thus they walk"d out in the afternoon, And saw the sun set opposite the moon.
It was a wild and breaker-beaten coast, With cliffs above, and a broad sandy sh.o.r.e, Guarded by shoals and rocks as by an host, With here and there a creek, whose aspect wore A better welcome to the tempest-tost; And rarely ceased the haughty billow"s roar, Save on the dead long summer days, which make The outstretch"d ocean glitter like a lake.
And the small ripple spilt upon the beach Scarcely o"erpa.s.s"d the cream of your champagne, When o"er the brim the sparkling b.u.mpers reach, That spring-dew of the spirit! the heart"s rain!
Few things surpa.s.s old wine; and they may preach Who please,--the more because they preach in vain,-- Let us have wine and women, mirth and laughter, Sermons and soda-water the day after.
Man, being reasonable, must get drunk; The best of life is but intoxication: Glory, the grape, love, gold, in these are sunk The hopes of all men, and of every nation; Without their sap, how branchless were the trunk Of life"s strange tree, so fruitful on occasion: But to return,--Get very drunk; and when You wake with headache, you shall see what then.
Ring for your valet--bid him quickly bring Some hock and soda-water, then you "ll know A pleasure worthy Xerxes the great king; For not the bless"d sherbet, sublimed with snow, Nor the first sparkle of the desert-spring, Nor Burgundy in all its sunset glow, After long travel, ennui, love, or slaughter, Vie with that draught of hock and soda-water.
The coast--I think it was the coast that Was just describing--Yes, it was the coast-- Lay at this period quiet as the sky, The sands untumbled, the blue waves untost, And all was stillness, save the sea-bird"s cry, And dolphin"s leap, and little billow crost By some low rock or shelve, that made it fret Against the boundary it scarcely wet.