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Clouds from my sight obscure the village-spires,
Now seen but faintly, and now seen no more.
Now seen but faintly, and now seen no more.
Oh! breathe not, winds! Still be the water's motion!
Sleep, sleep, my bark, in silence on the main!
So, when to-morrow's light shall gild the ocean,
Once more mine eyes shall see the coast of Spain.
Sleep, sleep, my bark, in silence on the main!
So, when to-morrow's light shall gild the ocean,
Once more mine eyes shall see the coast of Spain.
Vain is the wish! My last petition scorning,
Fresh blows the gale, and high the billows swell;
Far shall we be before the break of morning:
Oh! then, for ever, native Spain, farewell!
Fresh blows the gale, and high the billows swell;
Far shall we be before the break of morning:
Oh! then, for ever, native Spain, farewell!
Lorenzo had scarcely time to read these lines, when Elvira returned to him: the giving a free course to her tears had relieved her, and her spirits had regained their usual composure.
"I have nothing more to say, my lord," said she; "you have heard my apprehensions, and my reasons for begging you not to repeat your visits. I have thrown myself in full confidence upon your honour. I am certain that you will not prove my opinion of you to have been too favourable."
"But one question more, Segnora, and I leave you. Should the duke of Medinaapprove
