Were it a garden, I should deem thee happy,
And stepping with the bee from flower to flower;
But _here!
And stepping with the bee from flower to flower;
But _here!
Byron
JOSEPHINE.
IDA STRALENHEIM.
SCENE--Partly on the Frontier of Silesia, and
partly in Siegendorf Castle, near Prague.
Time--_The Close of the Thirty Years' War_[160].
WERNER; OR, THE INHERITANCE.
ACT I.
SCENE I. --_The Hall of a decayed Palace near a small
Town on the Northern Frontier of Silesia--the Night
tempestuous_.
WERNER _and_ JOSEPHINE, _his Wife_.
_Jos. _ My love, be calmer!
_Wer. _ I am calm.
_Jos. _ To me--
Yes, but not to thyself: thy pace is hurried,
And no one walks a chamber like to ours,
With steps like thine, when his heart is at rest.
Were it a garden, I should deem thee happy,
And stepping with the bee from flower to flower;
But _here! _
_Wer. _ 'Tis chill; the tapestry lets through
The wind to which it waves: my blood is frozen.
_Jos. _ Ah, no!
_Wer. _ (_smiling_). Why! wouldst thou have it so?
_Jos. _ I would
Have it a healthful current.
_Wer. _ Let it flow 10
Until 'tis spilt or checked--how soon, I care not.
_Jos. _ And am I nothing in thy heart?
_Wer.
