92 BLIND BARTIMEUS. Ye that have eyes, yet can not see, Recall those mighty Voices Three, ̓Ιησοῦ, ἐλέησόν με Θάρσει, ἔγειραι, ύπαγε! «Η πίστις σου σέσωκέ σε ! H. W. Longfellow. The Daughter of Herodias. But when Herod's birth-day was kept, the daughter of Herodias danced before them, and pleased Herod. Whereupon he promised, with an oath, to give her whatsoever she would ask. And she, being before instructed of her mother, said, Give me here John Baptist's head in a charger. And the king was sorry: nevertheless, for the oath's sake, and them that sat with him at meat, he commanded it to be given her.-ST. MATTHEW xiv. 6-9 SERENE in the moonlight the pure flowers lay; All was still save the plash of the fountain's soft play; And around, wild and dark as a demon's dread thought, Of the Sphynx, wore a soft and mysterious grace, 94 THE DAUGHTER OF HERODIAS. Back flashed to that ray the rich vessels that lay Profuse on the tables in brilliant array; And clear through the crystal the glowing wine gleamed, And dazzling the robes of the revelers seemed, While Herod, the eagle-eyed, ruled o'er the scene, A lion in spirit, a monarch in mien. The goblet was foaming, the revel rose high, There were pride and fierce joy in the haughty king's eye, For his chiefs and his captains bowed low at his word, And the feast was right royal that burden'd the board. Lo! light as a star through a gathered cloud stealing, What spirit glanced in 'mid the guard at the door? Their stern bands divide, a fair figure revealing; She bounds, in her beauty, the dim threshold o'er. Her dark eyes are lovely with tenderest truth; The bloom on her cheek is the blossom of youth; And a smile that steals thro' it, is rich with the ray Of a heart full of love and of innocent play. Soft fall her fair tresses her light form around; Soft fall her fair tresses, nor braided nor bound; And her white robe is loose, and her dimpled arms bare: For she is but a child, without trouble or care; Now round the glad vision wild music is heard, Is she gifted with winglets of fairy or bird? For, lo! as if borne on the waves of that sound, With white arms upwreathing, she floats from the ground. THE DAUGHTER OF HERODIAS. The phantom of light pauses playfully there; 95 And a swift, glowing smile o'er her happy face stole, Of costly cedar, rarely carved, The royal chambers ceiling, The columned walls, of marble rich, Around the room a starry smile The lamp of crystal shed; But warmest lay its lustre on A noble lady's head; Her dark hair bound with burning gems Whose fitful lightning-glow, THE DAUGHTER OF HERODIAS. Is tame beside the wild, black eyes The Jewish rose and olive blend Their beauty in her face; She bears her in her high estate, All gorgeous glows with orient gold What sees the lady there? A strange, wild beauty crowns the scene, But she has other care! Far off fair Moab's emerald slopes, And Jordan's lovely vale; And nearer,-heights where fleetest foot Of wild gazelle would fail; While crowning every verdant ridge, Like drifts of moonlit snow, Rich palaces and temples rise Around, above, below, Gleaming through groves of terebinth, Of palm, and sycamore, Where the swift torrents dashing free, And arched o'er all, the eastern heaven The landscape's wild magnificence ;— |