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The debt unsunk； yet sinks all it receives。
While Adeline dispensed her airs and graces；
The fair Fitz…Fulke seem'd very much at ease；
Though too well bred to quiz men to their faces；
Her laughing blue eyes with a glance could seize
The ridicules of people in all places…
That honey of your fashionable bees…
And store it up for mischievous enjoyment；
And this at present was her kind employment。
However； the day closed； as days must close；
The evening also waned… and coffee came。
Each carriage was announced； and ladies rose；
And curtsying off； as curtsies country dame；
Retired： with most unfashionable bows
Their docile esquires also did the same；
Delighted with their dinner and their host；
But with the Lady Adeline the most。
Some praised her beauty； others her great grace；
The warmth of her politeness； whose sincerity
Was obvious in each feature of her face；
Whose traits were radiant with the rays of verity。
Yes； she was truly worthy her high place！
No one could envy her deserved prosperity。
And then her dress… what beautiful simplicity
Draperied her form with curious felicity！
Meanwhile Sweet Adeline deserved their praises；
By an impartial indemnification
For all her past exertion and soft phrases；
In a most edifying conversation；
Which turn'd upon their late guests' miens and faces；
And families； even to the last relation；
Their hideous wives； their horrid selves and dresses；
And truculent distortion of their tresses。
True； she said little… 't was the rest that broke
Forth into universal epigram；
But then 't was to the purpose what she spoke：
Like Addison's 'faint praise；' so wont to damn；
Her own but served to set off every joke；
As music chimes in with a melodrame。
How sweet the task to shield an absent friend！
I ask but this of mine； to… not defend。
There were but two exceptions to this keen
Skirmish of wits o'er the departed； one
Aurora； with her pure and placid mien；
And Juan； too； in general behind none
In gay remark on what he had heard or seen；
Sate silent now； his usual spirits gone：
In vain he heard the others rail or rally；
He would not join them in a single sally。
'T is true he saw Aurora look as though
She approved his silence； she perhaps mistook
Its motive for that charity we owe
But seldom pay the absent； nor would look
Farther… it might or might not be so。
But Juan； sitting silent in his nook；
Observing little in his reverie；
Yet saw this much； which he was glad to see。
The ghost at least had done him this much good；
In making him as silent as a ghost；
If in the circumstances which ensued
He gain'd esteem where it was worth the most。
And certainly Aurora had renew'd
In him some feelings he had lately lost；
Or harden'd； feelings which； perhaps ideal；
Are so divine； that I must deem them real：…
The love of higher things and better days；
The unbounded hope； and heavenly ignorance
Of what is call'd the world； and the world's ways；
The moments when we gather from a glance
More joy than from all future pride or praise；
Which kindle manhood； but can ne'er entrance
The heart in an existence of its own；
Of which another's bosom is the zone。
Who would not sigh Ai ai Tan Kuuerheian
That hath a memory； or that had a heart？
Alas！ her star must fade like that of Dian：
Ray fades on ray； as years on years depart。
Anacreon only had the soul to tie an
Unwithering myrtle round the unblunted dart
Of Eros： but though thou hast play'd us many tricks；
Still we respect thee； 'Alma Venus Genetrix！'
And full of sentiments； sublime as billows
Heaving between this world and worlds beyond；
Don Juan； when the midnight hour of pillows
Arrived； retired to his； but to despond
Rather than rest。 Instead of poppies； willows
Waved o'er his couch； he meditated； fond
Of those sweet bitter thoughts which banish sleep；
And make the worldling sneer； the youngling weep。
The night was as before： he was undrest；
Saving his night…gown； which is an undress；
pletely 'sans culotte；' and without vest；
In short； he hardly could be clothed with less：
But apprehensive of his spectral guest；
He sate with feelings awkward to express
（By those who have not had such visitations）；
Expectant of the ghost's fresh operations。
And not in vain he listen'd；… Hush！ what 's that？
I see… I see… Ah； no！… 't is not… yet 't is…
Ye powers！ it is the… the… the… Pooh！ the cat！
The devil may take that stealthy pace of his！
So like a spiritual pit…a…pat；
Or tiptoe of an amatory Miss；
Gliding the first time to a rendezvous；
And dreading the chaste echoes of her shoe。
Again… what is 't？ The wind？ No； no… this time
It is the sable friar as before；
With awful footsteps regular as rhyme；
Or （as rhymes may be in these days） much more。
Again through shadows of the night sublime；
When deep sleep fell on men； and the world wore
The starry darkness round her like a girdle
Spangled with gems… the monk made his blood curdle。
A noise like to wet fingers drawn on glass；
Which sets the teeth on edge； and a slight clatter；
Like showers which on the midnight gusts will pass；
Sounding like very supernatural water；
Came over Juan's ear； which throbb'd； alas！
For immaterialism 's a serious matter；
So that even those whose faith is the most great
In souls immortal； shun them tete…a…tete。
Were his eyes open？… Yes！ and his mouth too。
Surprise has this effect… to make one dumb；
Yet leave the gate which eloquence slips through
As wide as if a long speech were to e。
Nigh and more nigh the awful echoes drew；
Tremendous to a mortal tympanum：
His eyes were open； and （as was before
Stated） his mouth。 What open'd next？… the door。
It open'd with a most infernal creak；
Like that of hell。 'Lasciate ogni speranza
Voi che entrate！' The hinge seem'd to speak；
Dreadful as Dante's rhima； or this stanza；
Or… but all words upon such themes are weak：
A single shade 's sufficient to entrance
Hero… for what is substance to a spirit？
Or how is 't matter trembles to e near it？
The door flew wide；… not swiftly； but； as fly
The sea…gulls； with a steady； sober flight；…
And then swung back； nor close… but stood awry；
Half letting in long shadows on the light；
Which still in Juan's candlesticks burn'd high；
For he had two； both tolerably bright；
And in the door…way； darkening darkness； stood
The sable friar in his solemn hood。
Don Juan shook； as erst he had been shaken
The night before； but being sick of shaking；
He first inclined to think he had been mistaken；
And then to be ashamed of such mistaking；
His own internal ghost began to awaken
Within him； and to quell his corporal quaking…
Hinting that soul and body on the whole
Were odds against a disembodied soul。
And then his dread grew wrath； and his wrath fierce；
And he arose； advanced… the shade retreated；
But Juan； eager now the truth to pierce；
Follow'd； his veins no longer cold； but heated；
Resolved to thrust the mystery carte and tierce；
At whatsoever risk of being defeated：
The ghost stopp'd； menaced； then retired； until
He reach'd the ancient wall； then stood stone still。
Juan put forth one arm… Eternal powers！
It touched no soul； nor body； but the wall；
On which the moonbeams