There helmed youth and aged warriors In dust together lie, and Desolation Spreads his wings over the land of Palestine: Under the mists of night, breeding dark plots. For Dalila's fair arts have long been tried in vain ; In vain she wept in many a treacherous tear. Her circuit hath performed, thou shalt overcome, And wrest his secret from him. Call thine alluring arts and honest-seeming brow, For now, upon her sumptuous couch reclined She grasps his vigorous knees with her fair arms. "Thou lov'st me not! thou'rt war, thou art not love! O foolish Dalila! O weak woman! It is Death clothed in flesh thou lovest, My days are covered with sorrow; shut up, darkened : By night I am deceived! Who says that thou wast born of mortal kind? Destruction was thy father, a lioness Suckled thee, thy young hands tore human limbs, And gorged human flesh ! Come hither, Death; art thou not Samson's servant? 'Tis Dalila that calls-thy master's wife. No, stay, and let thy master do the deed: One blow of that strong arm would ease my pain; Then I should lie at quiet and have rest. Pity forsook thee at thy birth ! O Dagon Furious, and all ye gods of Palestine, Withdraw your hand! I am but a weak woman. Alas, I am wedded to your enemy ! I will go mad, and tear my crisped hair; I'll run about, and pierce the ears o' the gods! Thus, in false tears, she bathed his feet, And thus she day by day oppressed his soul. He seemed a mountain, his brow among the clouds ; She seemed a silver stream, his feet embracing. Dark thoughts rolled to and fro in his mind, His visage was troubled; his soul was distressed. Though I should tell this secret of my birth, The utmost may be warded off as well when told as now." She saw him moved, and thus resumes her wiles, Samson, I am thine; do with me what thou wilt My friends are enemies; my life is death; I am a traitor to my nation, and despised; My joy is given into the hands of him Who hates me, using deceit to the wife of his bosom. Thrice hast thou mocked me and grieved my soul. Didst thou not tell me with green withes to bind Thy nervous arms, and, after that, When I had found thy falsehood, with new ropes To bind thee fast? I knew thou didst but mock me. Alas, when in thy sleep I bound thee with them, Be upon thee, Samson!' Then did suspicion wake thee; How didst thou rend the feeble ties! Thou fearest nought, what shouldst thou fear? Thy power is more than mortal, none can hurt thee; Thy bones are brass, thy sinews are iron; Ten thousand spears are like the summer grass; An army of mighty men are as flocks in the valleys : What canst thou fear? I drink my tears like water: I live upon sorrow! O worse than wolves and tigers, What canst thou give when such a trifle is denied me? But oh! at last thou mockest me, to shame To weave thee to the beam by thy strong hair ; I cried, 'The Philistines be upon thee!' then Didst thou leave me to bewail that Samson loved me not." He sat, and inward grieved: He saw and loved the beauteous suppliant, Hear, O Dalila! doubt no more of Samson's love; |