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LXVIII.

“So are our gentle natures intertwined
With sweet humanities, and closely knit
In kindly sympathy with human kind.
Witness how we befriend, with elfin wit,
All hopeless maids and lovers,–nor omit
Magical succors unto hearts forlorn:–
We charm man’s life, and do not perish it;–
So judge us by the helps we showed this morn,
To one who held his wretched days in scorn.”

LXIX.

“‘Twas nigh sweet Amwell;–for the Queen had task’d
Our skill to-day amidst the silver Lea,
Whereon the noontide sun had not yet bask’d,
Wherefore some patient man we thought to see,
Planted in moss-grown rushes to the knee,
Beside the cloudy margin cold and dim;–
Howbeit no patient fisherman was he
That cast his sudden shadow from the brim,
Making us leave our toils to gaze on him.”

LXX.

“His face was ashy pale, and leaden care
Had sunk the levell’d arches of his brow,
Once bridges for his joyous thoughts to fare
Over those melancholy springs and slow,
That from his piteous eyes began to flow,
And fell anon into the chilly stream;
Which, as his mimick’d image show’d below,
Wrinkled his face with many a needless seam,
Making grief sadder in its own esteem.”

LXXI.

“And lo! upon the air we saw him stretch
His passionate arms; and, in a wayward strain,
He ‘gan to elegize that fellow wretch
That with mute gestures answer’d him again,
Saying, ‘Poor slave, how long wilt thou remain
Life’s sad weak captive in a prison strong,
Hoping with tears to rust away thy chain,
In bitter servitude to worldly wrong?–
Thou wear’st that mortal livery too long!'”

LXXII.

“This, with more spleenful speeches and some tears,
When he had spent upon the imaged wave,
Speedily I convened my elfin peers
Under the lily-cups, that we might save
This woeful mortal from a wilful grave
By shrewd diversions of his mind’s regret,
Seeing he was mere Melancholy’s slave,
That sank wherever a dark cloud he met,
And straight was tangled in her secret net.”

LXXIII.

“Therefore, as still he watch’d the water’s flow,
Daintily we transform’d, and with bright fins
Came glancing through the gloom; some from below
Rose like dim fancies when a dream begins,
Snatching the light upon their purple skins;
Then under the broad leaves made slow retire:
One like a golden galley bravely wins
Its radiant course,–another glows like fire,–
Making that wayward man our pranks admire.”

LXXIV.

“And so he banish’d thought, and quite forgot
All contemplation of that wretched face;
And so we wiled him from that lonely spot
Along the river’s brink; till, by heaven’s grace,
He met a gentle haunter of the place,
Full of sweet wisdom gather’d from the brooks,
Who there discuss’d his melancholy case
With wholesome texts learned from kind nature’s books,
Meanwhile he newly trimm’d his lines and hooks.”

LXXV.

Herewith the Fairy ceased. Quoth Ariel now–
“Let me remember how I saved a man,
Whose fatal noose was fastened on a bough,
Intended to abridge his sad life’s span;
For haply I was by when he began
His stern soliloquy in life dispraise,
And overheard his melancholy plan,
How he had made a vow to end his days,
And therefore follow’d him in all his ways.”

LXXVI.

“Through brake and tangled copse, for much he loathed
All populous haunts, and roam’d in forests rude,
To hide himself from man. But I had clothed
My delicate limbs with plumes, and still pursued,
Where only foxes and wild cats intrude,
Till we were come beside an ancient tree
Late blasted by a storm. Here he renew’d
His loud complaints,–choosing that spot to be
The scene of his last horrid tragedy.”