SIEGE OF VALENCIA.
171
Come on—our tasks await us. They who know
Their hours are number'd out, have little time
To give the vague and slumberous languor way,
Which doth steal o'er them in the breath of flowers,
And whisper of soft winds.
Elmina enters hurriedly.
ELMINA.
His eye, which must be met.—Thou here, Ximena!
[She starts back on seeing Ximena.
XIMENA.
And troubled glance I read—
ELMINA (wildly).
Why, who would live, if unto mortal eye
The things lay glaring, which within our hearts
We treasure up for God's?—Thou read'st it not!
I say, thou canst not!—There's not one on earth
Shall know the thoughts, which for themselves have made
And kept dark places in the very breast
Whereon he hath laid his slumber, till the hour
When the graves open!
