50 THE TEMPLARS M CYPRUS. [ACT II. ROBERT. Oil, ever since theso seven mornings past when first I found thee, A spell of sweetest sorrow from thy beaming eyes hath bound mo ; Tho breath of life that vibrates from the welkin nnd the wold I draw but from thy lips, yet thon rcmain'st austere nud cold! ASTRALIS. Sce'st thou yon goodly palm-blossoms, so tenderly inter-lacing ? Fain would they mingle their perfume and tints in a fervent embracing. Yet separate and cold, Each its station must hold ! They may not enjoy, they aro only for blooming and gracing ! ROBERT. Ha— [Suddenly sunk in thought. ASTRALIS. I was nigh forgetting ! [Bringing wine and fruits from the hut, and setting them before him. See dates and cool palm-wino ! ROBERT. To bloom—but not enjoy ! ASTRALIS (childlike). Ah, thou must not repine ! ROBERT. And should I then think shame because this fire is in me burning ? ASTRALIS (jmtting her arms round him). Gives not new splendour to the sky the roseate dawn's returning ?