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+The Project Gutenberg EBook of Zophiel, by Maria Gowen Brooks
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+Title: Zophiel
+       A Poem
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+Author: Maria Gowen Brooks
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+Release Date: July 2, 2006 [EBook #18739]
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+ZOPHIEL,
+
+
+A Poem,
+
+
+
+By Mrs. Brooks.
+
+
+
+
+
+------------Forse la sorte
+F. stanca di me tormentar--_Metastasio._
+
+
+
+
+
+
+
+Boston:
+
+Published by Richardson & Lord.
+
+
+  *  *  *
+
+J. H. A. Frost, Printer.
+
+
+
+1825.
+
+
+
+
+
+DISTRICT OF MASSACHUSETTS, to wit:
+                    District Clerk's Office.
+
+Be it remembered, that on the twelfth day of August, A. D. 1825, in
+the fiftieth year of the Independence of the United States of
+America, _Richardson & Lord,_ of the said District, have deposited in
+this office the Title of a Book, the right whereof they claim as
+Proprietors, in the words following, _to wit:_
+
+
+          Zophiel, a Poem, by Mrs. Brooks.
+----------Forse la sorte
+E stanca di me tormentar.--_Metastasio._
+
+
+In conformity to the Act of the Congress of the United States,
+entitled, "An Act for the encouragement of Learning, by securing the
+Copies of Maps, Charts and Books, to the Authors and Proprietors of
+such Copies, during the times therein mentioned:" and also to an
+Act, entitled, "An Act supplementary to an Act, entitled, An Act for
+the encouragement of Learning, by securing the Copies of Maps, Charts
+and Books to the Authors and Proprietors of such Copies during the
+times therein mentioned; and extending the benefits thereof to the
+Arts of Designing, Engraving and Etching Historical and other Prints."
+
+                              JOHN W. DAVIS,
+                       Clerk of the District of Massachusetts.
+
+
+
+
+
+PREFACE.
+
+
+
+Wishing to make a continued effort, in an art which, though almost
+in secret, has been adored and assiduously cultivated from earliest
+infancy, it was my intention to have chosen some incident from Pagan
+history, as the foundation of my contemplated poem. But, looking over
+the Jewish annals, I was induced to select for my purpose, one of
+their well-known stories which besides its extreme beauty, seemed to
+open an extensive field for the imagination which might therein avail
+itself not only of important and elevated truths but pleasing and
+popular superstitions.
+
+Having finished one Canto I left the United States for the West
+Indies in the hope of being able to sail thence for Great Britain,
+where I might submit what I had done to the candour of some able
+writer; publish it, if thought expedient; and obtain advice and
+materials for the improvement and prosecution of my work. But as
+events have transpired to frustrate that intention I have endeavored
+to make it as perfect, as with the means I have access to, is
+possible.
+
+It is, now, far beneath what might have been done, under the
+influence of more decided hopes and more auspicious circumstances.
+Yet, as it is, I am induced to place it before the public, with that
+anxiety which naturally attends the doubtful accomplishment of any
+favourite object, on the principle that no artist can make the same
+improvement, or labour with so much pleasure to himself, in private,
+as when comparing his efforts with those of others, and listening to
+the opinions of critics and the remarks of connoisseurs. The beauty,
+though she may view herself, in her mirror, from the ringlets of her
+hair to the sole of her slipper, and appear most lovely to her own
+gaze, can never be certain of her power to please until the suffrage
+of society confirm the opinion formed in seclusion; and "Qu'est ce
+que la beaute s'elle ne touche pas?"
+
+Literary employments are necessary to the happiness and almost to
+the vitality of those who pursue them with much ardour; and though
+the votaries of the muses are, too often, debased by faults, yet,
+abstractedly considered, a taste for any art, if well directed, must
+seem a preservative not only against melancholy, but even against
+misery and vice.
+
+Genius, whatever its bent, supposes a refined and delicate moral
+sense and though sometimes perverted by sophistry or circumstance,
+and sometimes failing through weakness; can always, at least,
+comprehend and feel, the grandeur of honour and the beauty of virtue.
+
+As to the faults of those to whom the world allows the possession of
+genius, there are, perhaps, good grounds for the belief that they
+have actually fewer than those employed about ordinary affairs; but
+the last are easily concealed and the first carefully dragged to
+light.
+
+The miseries too, sometimes attendant to persons of distinguished
+literary attainments, are often held forth as a subject of "warn and
+scare" but Cervantes and Camoens would both have been cast into
+prison even though unable to read or write, and Savage, though a
+mechanic or scrivener, would probably have possessed the same
+failings and consequently have fallen into the same, or a greater
+degree of poverty and suffering. Alas! how many, in the flower of
+youth and strength, perish in the loathsome dungeons of this island,
+and, when dead, are refused a decent grave; who, in many instances,
+were their histories traced by an able pen would be wept by half the
+civilized world.
+
+Although I can boast nothing but an extreme and unquenchable love
+for the art to which my humble aspirations are confined, my lyre has
+been a solace when every thing else has failed; soothing when
+agitated, and when at peace furnishing that exercise and excitement
+without which the mind becomes sick, and all her faculties retrograde
+when they ought to be advancing. Men, when they feel that nature has
+kindled in their bosoms a flame which must incessantly be fed, can
+cultivate eloquence and exert it, in aid of the unfortunate before
+the judgment seats of their country; or endeavour to "lure to the
+skies" such as enter the temples of their god; but woman, alike
+subject to trials and vicissitudes and endowed with the same wishes,
+(for the observation, "there is no sex to soul," is certainly not
+untrue,) condemned, perhaps, to a succession of arduous though minute
+duties in which, oftentimes, there is nothing to charm and little to
+distract, unless she be allowed the exercise of her pen must fall
+into melancholy and despair, and perish, (to use the language of Mad.
+de Stael,) "consumed by her own energies."
+
+Thus do we endeavour to excuse any inordinate or extreme attachment
+by labouring to show in their highest colours the merits of its
+object.
+
+Zophiel may or may not be called entirely a creature of imagination,
+as comports with the faith of the reader; he is not, however, endowed
+with a single miraculous attribute; for which the general belief of
+ages, even among christians, may not be produced as authority.
+
+The stanza in which his story is told though less complicate and
+beautiful than the Spencerian, is equally ancient; and favorable to a
+pensive melody, is also susceptible of much variety.
+
+The marginal notes will be useless to such as have read much.
+
+     _San Patricio, Island of Cuba, March 30, 1825._
+
+
+
+
+
+INVOCATION.
+
+
+
+Thou with the dark blue eye upturned to heaven,
+And cheek now pale, now warm with radiant glow,
+          Daughter of God,--most dear,--
+          Come with thy quivering tear,
+And tresses wild, and robes of loosened flow,--
+To thy lone votaress let one look be given!
+
+Come Poesy! nor like some just-formed maid,
+With heart as yet unswoln by bliss or woe;--
+          But of such age be seen
+          As Egypt's glowing queen,
+When her brave Roman learned to love her so
+That death and loss of fame, were, by a smile, repaid.
+
+Or as thy Sappho, when too fierce assailed
+By stern ingratitude her tender breast:--
+          Her love by scorn repaid
+          Her friendship true betrayed,
+Sick of the guileful earth, she sank for rest
+In the cold waves embrace; while Grecian muse bewailed.
+
+Be to my mortal eye, like some fair dame--
+Ripe, but untouched by time; whose frequent blush
+          Plays o'er her cheek of truth
+          As soft as earliest youth;
+While thoughts exalted to her mild eye rush--
+And the expanded soul, tells 'twas from heaven it came.
+
+Daughter of life's first cause; who, when he saw
+The ills that unborn innocents must bear,
+          When doomed to come to earth--
+          Bethought--and gave thee birth
+To charm the poison from affliction there;
+And from his source eternal, bade thee draw.
+
+He gave thee power, inferior to his own
+But in control o'er matter. 'Mid the crash
+          Of earthquake, war, and storm,
+          Is seen thy radiant form
+Thou com'st at midnight on the lightning's flash,
+And ope'st to those thou lov'st new scenes and worlds unknown.
+
+And still, as wild barbarians fiercely break
+The graceful column and the marble dome--
+          Where arts too long have lain
+          Debased at pleasure's fain,
+And bleeding justice called on wrath to come,
+'Mid ruins heaped around, thou bidst thy votarists wake.
+
+Methinks I see thee on the broken shrine
+Of some fall'n temple--where the grass waves high
+          With many a flowret wild;
+          While some lone, pensive, child
+Looks on the sculpture with a wondering eye
+Whose kindling fires betray that he is chosen thine. [FN#1]
+
+
+[FN#1]  Genius, perhaps, has often, nay generally, been awakened and
+the whole future bent of the mind thus strongly operated upon,
+determined, by some circumstance trivial as this.
+
+
+Or on some beetling cliff--where the mad waves
+Rush echoing thro' the high-arched caves below,
+          I view some love-reft fair
+          Whose sighing warms the air,
+Gaze anxious on the ocean as it raves
+And call on thee-alone, of power to sooth her woe.
+
+Friend of the wretched; smoother of the couch
+Of pining hope; thy pitying form I know!
+          Where thro' the wakeful night,
+          By a dim taper's light,
+Lies a pale youth, upon his pallet low,
+Whose wan and woe-worn charms rekindle at thy touch.
+
+Friendless--oppressed by fate--the restless fires
+Of his thralled soul prey on his beauteous frame--
+          Till, strengthened by thine aid,
+          He shapes some kindred maid,
+Pours forth in song the life consuming flame,
+And for awhile forgets his sufferings and desires.
+
+Scorner of thoughtless grandeur, thou hast chose
+Thy _best-beloved_ from ruddy Nature's breast:
+          The grotto dark and rude--
+          The forest solitude--
+The craggy mount by blushing clouds carest--
+Have altars where thy light etherial glows. [FN#2]
+
+
+[FN#2]  Every nation, however rude, has, as it has been justly
+observed, a taste for poetry. This art after all that has and can be
+said for and against it, is the language of nature, and among the
+relics of the most polished and learned nations little has survived
+except such as simply depicts those natural feelings and images which
+have ever existed and ever must continue. Most of the great poets
+have been individuals of humble condition rising from the mass of the
+people by that natural principle which causes the most etherial
+particles to rise and the denser to sink to the earth. But, as Byron
+exquisitely says, in one of the most wonderfully beautiful pages he
+ever composed,
+
+
+     "Many are poets who have never penned
+     Their inspirations, and, perchance, the best;
+     They felt, they loved, and died; but would not lend
+     Their thoughts to meaner beings; they comprest
+     The god within them, and rejoined the stars
+     Unlaurel'd upon earth."
+
+
+In the place where I now write amid several hundred Africans of
+different ages, and nations, the most debased of any on the face of
+the earth, I have been enabled to observe, even in this, last link of
+the chain of humanity, the strong natural love for music and poetry.
+
+Any little incident which occurs on the estate where they toil, and
+which the greater part of them are never suffered to leave, is
+immediately made the subject of a rude song which they, in their
+broken Spanish, sing to their companions; and thereby relieve a
+little the monotony of their lives.
+
+I have observed these poor creatures, under various circumstances,
+and though, generally, extremely brutal, have, in some instances,
+heard touches of sentiment from them, when under the influence of
+grief, equal to any which have flowed from the pen of Rousseau.
+
+
+Thy sovereign priest by earth's vile sons was driven
+To make the cold unconscious earth his bed: [FN#3]
+          The damp cave mocked his sighs--
+          But from his sightless eyes,
+Wrung forth by wrongs, the anguished drops he shed,
+Fell each as an appeal to summon thee from heaven.
+
+Thou sought'st him in his desolation; placed
+On thy warm bosom his unpillowed head;
+          Bade him for visions live
+          More bright than worlds can give;
+O'er his pale lips thy soul infusive shed
+That left his dust adored where kings decay untraced.
+
+
+[FN#3]  "On the banks of the Meles was shown the spot where
+Critheis, the mother of Homer, brought him into the world, and the
+cavern to which he retired to compose his immortal verses. A monument
+erected to his memory and inscribed with his name stood in the middle
+of the city--it was adorned with spacious porticos under which the
+citizens assembled."
+
+
+Source of deep feeling--of surpassing love--
+Creative power,--'tis thou hast peopled heaven
+          Since man from dust arose
+          His birth the cherub owes [FN#4]
+To thee--by thee his rapturous harp was given
+And white wings tipp'd with gold that cool the domes above.
+
+
+[FN#4]  The Indians (says M. de Voltaire) from whom every species of
+theology is derived, invented the angels and represented them in
+their ancient book the "Shasta," as immortal creatures, participating
+in the divinity of their creator; against whom a great number
+revolted in heaven, "Les Parsis ignicoles, qui subsistent encore ont
+communique a l'auteur de la religion des anciens Perses les noms des
+anges que les premiers Perses reconnaissaient. On en trouve cent-dix-
+neuf, parmi desquels ne sont ni Raphael ni Gabriel que les Perses
+n'adopterent que long-tems apres. Ces mots sont Chaldeens; ils ne
+furent connus des Juifs que dans leur captivite."
+
+
+Husher of secret sighs--from childhood's hour
+The slave of Fate, I've knelt before thy throne;
+          To thy loved courts have sped
+          Whene'er my heart has bled,
+And every ray of bliss that heart has known
+Has reached it thro' thy grief-dispelling power.
+
+Fain thro' my native solitudes I'd roam
+Bathe my rude harp in my bright native streams
+          Twine it with flowers that bloom
+          But for the deserts gloom,
+Or, for the long and jetty hair that gleams
+O'er the dark-bosomed maid that makes the wild her home. [FN#5]
+
+
+[FN#5]  This invocation when composed was intended to precede a
+series of poems entitled Occidental Eclogues; which work the writer
+has never found opportunity to finish.
+
+
+I sing not for the crowd, or low or high--
+A pensive wanderer on life's thorny heath
+          Earth's pageants for my view
+          Have nought: I love but few,
+And few who chance to hear thy trembling breath,
+My lyre, for her who wakes thee, have a sigh. [FN#6]
+
+
+[FN#6]  It may not be improper to observe that these stanzas were
+composed during a period of misfortune and dejection.
+
+
+Forsake me not! none ever loved thee more!
+Fair queen, I'll meet woe's fearfulest frown--and smile;
+          If mid the scene severe
+          Thou'lt drop on me one tear,
+And let thy flitting form sometimes beguile
+The present of its ills--I'll scorn them and adore.
+
+Then warm the form relentless fate would chill--
+Dark lours my night--Oh! give me one embrace!
+          If every pain I bear
+          Befit me for thy care,
+Come sorrow--scorn--desertion--I can chase
+Despair, fell watching for her victim still.
+
+
+
+
+
+ZOPHIEL.
+
+
+
+CANTO I.
+
+
+
+I.
+
+The time has been--this holiest records say--
+In punishment for crimes of mortal birth,
+When spirits banished from the realms of day
+Wandered malignant o'er the nighted earth.(1)
+
+And from the cold and marble lips declared,
+Of some blind-worshipped--earth-created god,
+Their deep deceits; which trusting monarchs snared
+Filling the air with moans, with gore the sod. [FN#7]
+
+Yet angels doffed their robes in radiance dyed,
+And for a while the joys of heaven delayed,
+To watch benign by some just mortal's side--
+Or meet th' aspiring love of some high gifted maid. [FN#8]
+
+Blest were those days!--can these dull ages boast
+Aught to compare? tho' now no more beguile--
+Chain'd in their darkling depths th' infernal host--
+Who would not brave a fiend to share an angel's smile?
+
+
+[FN#7]  The god who conducted the Hebrews sent a malignant spirit to
+speak from the mouth of the prophets, in order to deceive king Achab.
+
+[FN#8]  It is useless to note this stanza, as two well-known poems
+have lately been founded on the same passage of the Pentateuch to
+which it alludes.
+
+
+II.
+
+'Twas then there lived a captive Hebrew pair;
+In woe th' embraces of their youth had past,
+And blest their paler years one daughter--fair
+She flourished, like a lonely rose, the last
+
+And loveliest of her line. The tear of joy--
+The early love of song--the sigh that broke
+From her young lip--the best-beloved employ--
+What womanhood disclosed in infancy bespoke.
+
+A child of passion--tenderest and best
+Of all that heart has inly loved and felt;
+Adorned the fair enclosure of her breast--
+Where passion is not found, no virtue ever dwelt.
+
+Yet not, perverted, would my words imply
+The impulse given by Heaven's great Artizan
+Alike to man and worm--mere spring, whereby
+The distant wheels of life, while time endures, roll on--
+
+But the collective ministry that fill
+About the soul, their all-important place--
+That feed her fires--empower her fainting will--
+And write the god on feeble mortals face.
+
+
+III.
+
+Yet anger, or revenge, envy or hate
+The damsel knew not: when her bosom burned
+And injury darkened the decrees of fate,
+She had more pitious wept to see that pain returned.
+
+Or if, perchance, tho' formed most just and pure,
+Amid their virtue's wild luxuriance hid,
+Such germ all mortal bosoms must immure
+Which sometimes show their poisonous heads unbid--
+
+If haply such the lovely Hebrew finds,
+Self knowledge wept th' abasing truth to know,
+And _innate pride,_ that _queen of noble minds,_
+Crushed them indignant ere a bud could grow.
+
+
+IV.
+
+And such--ev'n now, in earliest youth are seen--
+But would they live, with armour more deform,
+Their love--o'erflowing breasts must learn to screen:
+"The bird that sweetest sings can least endure the storm."
+
+
+V.
+
+And yet, despite of all the gushing tear--
+The melting tone--the darting heart-stream--proved,
+The soul that in them spoke, could spurn at fear
+Of death or danger; and had those she loved
+
+Required it at their need, she could have stood,
+Unmoved, as some fair-sculptured statue, while
+The dome that guards it, earth's convulsions, rude
+Are shivering--meeting ruin with a smile.
+
+
+VI.
+
+And this, at intervals in language bright
+Told her blue eyes; tho' oft the tender lid
+Like lilly drooping languidly; and white
+And trembling--all save love and lustre hid.
+
+Then, as young christian bard had sung, they seemed
+Like some Madonna in his soul--so sainted;
+But opening in their energy--they beamed
+As tasteful pagans their Minerva painted;
+
+While o'er her graceful shoulders' milky swell,
+Like those full oft on little children seen
+Almost to earth her silken ringlets fell
+Nor owned Pactolus' sands more golden sheen.
+
+
+VII.
+
+And now, full near, the hour unwished for drew
+When fond, Sephora hoped to see her wed;
+And, for 'twould else expire, impatient grew
+To renovate her race from beauteous Egla's bed.
+
+
+VIII.
+
+None of their kindred lived to claim her hand
+But stranger-youths had asked her of her sire
+With gifts and promise fair; he could withstand
+All save her tears; and harkening her desire
+
+Still left her free; but soon her mother drew
+From her a vow, that when the twentieth year
+Its full, fair finish o'er her beauty threw,
+If what her fancy fed on, came not near,
+
+She would entreat no more but to the voice
+Of her light-giver hearken; and her life
+And love--all yielding to that kindly choice
+Would hush each idle wish and learn to be a wife.
+
+
+IX.
+
+Now oft it happ'd when morning task was done
+And for the virgins of her household made
+And lotted each her toil; while yet the sun
+Was young, fair Egla to a woody shade,
+
+Loved to retreat; there, in the fainting hour
+Of sultry noon the burning sunbeam fell
+Like a warm twilight; so bereft of power,
+It gained an entrance thro' the leafy bower;
+That scarcely shrank the tender lilly bell
+
+Tranquil and lone in such a light to be,
+How sweet to sense and soul!--the form recline
+Forgets it ere felt pain; and reverie,
+Sweet mother of the muses, heart and soul are thine. [FN#9]
+
+
+[FN#9]  Every one talks and reads of groves, but it is impossible
+for those who never felt it, to conceive the effect of such a
+situation in a warm climate. In this island the woods which are
+naturally so interwoven with vines as to be impervious to a human
+being, are in some places, cleared and converted into nurseries for
+the young coffee-trees which remain sheltered from the sun and wind
+till sufficiently grown to transplant. To enter one of these
+"semilleros," as they are here called, at noon day, produces an
+effect like that anciently ascribed to the waters of Lethe. After
+sitting down upon the trunk of a fallen cedar or palm-tree, and
+breathing for a moment, the freshness of the air and the odour of the
+passion flower, which is one of the most abundant, and certainly the
+most beautiful of the climate; the noise of the trees, which are
+continually kept in motion by the trade winds; the fluttering and
+various notes, though not musical, of the birds; the loftiness of the
+green canopy, for the trunks of the trees are bare to a great height,
+and seem like pillars supporting the thick mass of leaves above; and
+the rich mellow light which the intense rays of the sun, thus
+impeded, produce; have altogether such an effect that one
+involuntarily forgets every thing but the present, and it requires a
+strong effort to rise and leave the place.
+
+
+
+X.
+
+This calm recess on summer day she sought
+And sat to tune her lute; but all night long
+Quiet had from her pillow flown, and thought
+Feverish and tired, sent for th' unseemly throng
+
+Of boding images. She scarce could woo
+One song reluctant, ere advancing quick
+Thro' the fresh leaves Sephora's form she knew
+And duteous rose to meet; but fainting sick
+
+Her heart sank tremulously in her; why
+Sought out at such an hour, it half divined
+And seated now beside, with downcast eye
+And fevered pulse, she met the pressure, kind
+
+And warmly given; while thus the matron fair
+Nor yet much marr'd by time, with soothing words
+Solicitous; and gently serious air
+The purpose why she hither came preferr'd:
+
+
+XI.
+
+"Egla, my hopes thou knowest--tho' exprest
+But rare lest they should pain thee--I have dealt
+Not rudely towards thee tender; and supprest
+The wish, of all, my heart has most vehement felt.
+
+"Know I have marked, that when the reason why
+Thou still wouldst live in virgin state, thy sire
+Has prest thee to impart, quick in thine eye
+Semblance of hope has played--fain to transpire
+
+"Words seem'd to seek thy lip; but the bright rush
+Of heart-blood eloquent, alone would tell
+In the warm language of a rebel blush
+What thy less treacherous tongue has guarded well.
+
+
+XII.
+
+"Dost waste so oft alone--the cheerful day?
+Or haply, rather bath some pagan youth"--
+She with quick burst--'whate'er has happ'd I'll say!
+Doubt thou my wisdom, but regard my truth!
+
+
+XIII.
+
+"Long time ago, while yet a twelve years' child
+These shrubs and vines, new planted, near this spot,
+I sat me tired with pleasant toil, and whiled
+Away the time with many a wishful thought
+
+"Of desolate Judea. Every scene
+Which thou so oft, while sitting on thy knee,
+Wouldst sing of, weeping, thro' my mind has been
+Successive; when from yon old mossy tree
+
+"I heard a pitious moan. Wondering I went
+And found a wretched man; worn and opprest
+He seemed with toil and years; and whispering faint
+He said "Oh little maiden, sore distrest
+
+"I sink for very want. Give me I pray,
+A drop of water and a cake: I die
+Of thirst and hunger, yet my sorrowing way
+May tread once more, if thou my needs supply."
+
+
+XIV.
+
+"A long time missing from thy fondling arms--
+It chanced that day thou'dst sent me in the shade
+New bread, a cake of figs, and wine of palms [FN#10]
+Mingled with water, sweet with honey made.
+
+"These did I bring--raised as I could, his head;
+Held to his lip the cup; and while he quaffed,
+Upon my garment wiped the tears that sped
+Adown his silvery beard and mingled with the draft.
+
+
+[FN#10]  "The palm is a very common plant in this country,
+(Assyria,) and generally fruitful; this they cultivate like fig-trees
+and it produces them bread, wine and honey." See Beloe's notes to his
+translation of Herodotus. Mr. Gibbon adds, that the diligent natives
+celebrated, either in verse or prose, three hundred and sixty uses to
+which the trunk, the branches, the leaves, the juice and the fruit of
+this plant were applied. Nothing can be more curious and interesting
+than the natural history of the palm tree.
+
+
+XV.
+
+"When gaining sudden strength, he raised his hand,
+And in this guise did bless me, "Mayst thou be
+A crown to him who weds thee.--In a land
+Far distant bides a captive. Hearken me
+
+"And choose thee now a bridegroom meet: to day
+O'er broad Euphrates' steepest banks a child
+Fled from his youthful nurse's arms; in play
+Elate, he bent him o'er the brink, and smiled
+
+"To see their fears who followed him--but who
+The keen wild anguish of that scene can tell--
+He bend o'er the brink, and in their view,
+But ah! too far beyond their aid--he fell.
+
+
+XVI.
+
+"They wailed--the long torn ringlets of their hair [FN#11]
+Freighted the pitying gale; deep rolled the stream
+And swallowed the fair child; no succour there--
+They women--whither look--who to redeem
+
+"What the fierce waves were preying on?--when lo!
+Approached a stranger boy. Aside he flung,
+As darted thought, his quiver and his bow
+And parted by his limbs the sparkling billows sung.
+
+
+[FN#11]  The women, I believe, among all nations of antiquity were
+accustomed to express violent grief by tearing their hair. This must
+have been a great and affecting sacrifice to the object bemoaned, as
+they considered it a part of themselves and absolutely essential to
+their beauty. Fine hair has been a subject of commendation among all
+people, and particularly the ancients. Cyrus, when he went to visit
+his uncle Astyages found him with his eyelashes coloured, and
+decorated with false locks; the first Caesar obtained permission to
+wear the laurel-wreath in order to conceal the bareness of his
+temples. The quantity and beauty of the hair of Absalom is
+commemorated in holy writ. The modern oriental ladies also set the
+greatest value on their hair which they braid and perfume. Thus says
+the poet Hafiz, whome Sir William Jones styles the Anacreon of Persia,
+
+"Those locks, each curl of which is worth a hundred musk-bags of
+China, would be sweet indeed, if their scent proceeded from sweetness
+of temper."
+
+and again,
+
+"When the breeze shall waft the fragrance of thy locks over the tomb
+of Hafiz, a thousand flowers shall spring from the earth that hides
+his corse."
+
+Achilles clipped his yellow locks and threw them as a sacrifice upon
+the funeral pyre of Patroclus.
+
+
+XVII.
+
+"They clung to an old palm and watched; nor breath
+Nor word dared utter; while the refluent flood
+Left on each countenance the hue of death,
+Ope'd lip and far strained eye spoke worse than death endured.
+
+
+XVIII.
+
+"But, down the flood, the dauntless boy appeared,--
+Now rising--plunging--in the eddy whirled--
+Mastering his course--but now a rock he neared--
+And closing o'er his head, the deep, dark waters curled.
+
+"Then Hope groaned forth her last; and drear despair
+Spoke in a shriek; but ere its echo wild
+Had ceased to thrill; restored to light and air--
+He climbs, he gains the rock, and holds alive the child.
+
+
+XIX.
+
+"Now mark what chanced--that infant was the son
+E'vn of the king of Nineveh: and placed
+Before him was the youth who so had won
+From death the royal heir. A captive graced
+
+"All o'er with Nature's gifts he sparkled--brave
+And panting for renown--blushing and praised
+The stripling stood; and closely prest, would crave
+Alone a place mid warlike men; and raised
+
+"To his full wish, the kingly presence left,
+Buoyant and bright with hope; dreaming of nought
+While revelled his full soul in visions deft,
+But blessings from his sire and pleasures of a court.
+
+
+XX.
+
+"But when his mother heard, she wept; and said
+If he our only child be far away
+Or slain in war; how shall our years be stayed?
+Friendless and old, where is the hand to lay
+
+"Our white hairs in the earth?--So when her fears
+He saw would not be calmed, he did not part,
+But lived in low estate, to dry her tears,
+And crushed the full-grown-hopes, exulting at his heart."
+
+
+XXI.
+
+"The old man ceased; ere I could speak, his face
+Grew more than mortail fair: a mellow light
+Mantling around him fill'd the shady place
+And while I wondering stood; he vanished from my sight.
+
+
+XXII.
+
+"This I had told,--but shame withheld--and fear
+Thou'dst deem some spirit guilded me--disapprove--
+Perchance forbid my customed wanderings here;
+But whencesoe'er the vision, I have strove
+
+"Still vainly to forget--I've heard the mourn
+Kindred afar, and captive--oh! my mother--
+Should he--my heaven announced--exist, return--
+And meet me drear--lost--wedded to another"--
+
+Then thus Sephora, "In the city where
+Our kindred distant dwelt--blood has been shed--
+Dreamer, had such heroic boy been there,
+Belike he's numbered with the silent dead.
+
+"Or doth he live he knows not--would not know
+(Thralled--dead, to thee--in fair Assyrian arms.)
+Who pines for him afar in fruitless woe
+A phantom's bride--wasting love, life and charms.
+
+
+XXIII.
+
+"'Tis as a vine of Galilee should say,
+Culturer, I reck not thy support, I sigh
+For a young palm tree, of Euphrates; nay--
+Or let me him entwine or in my blossom die.
+
+"Thy heart is set on joys it may not prove,
+And, panting ingrate, scorns the blessings given?--
+Hoping from dust formed  man, a seraph's love
+And days on earth like to the days of heaven.
+
+
+XXIV.
+
+"But to my theme, maiden, a lord for thee,
+And not of thee unworthy--I have chose--
+Dispel the dread, that in thy looks I see--
+Nor make it task of anguish to disclose,
+
+"What should be--thine heart's dew. Remember'st thou
+When to the Altar, by thy father reared,
+We suppliant went with sacrifice and vow,
+A victim-dove escaped? and there appeared
+
+"And would have brought thee others to supply
+Its loss, a Median?--thou, dissolved, to praise,
+Didst note the beauty of his shape and eye,
+And, as he parted, in the sunny rays
+
+"The ringlets of his black locks clustering bright
+Around his pillar-neck," ''tis pity he'
+Thou saidst, 'in all the comeliness and might
+Of perfect man--pity like him, should be
+
+"But an idolater: how nobly sweet
+He tempereth pride with courtesy; a flower
+Drops honey when he speaks. Yet 'twere most meet
+To praise his majesty: he stands--a tower.'
+
+"The same, a false idolater no more,
+Now bows him to the God, for whose dread ire
+Fall'n on us loved but sinning, we deplore
+This long but just captivity. Thy sire
+
+"Receives him well and harkens his request
+For know, he comes to ask thee-for a bride
+And to be one among a people, blest
+Tho' deep in suffering. Nor to him denied
+
+"Art thou, sad daughter--weep--if't be thy will--
+E'vn on the breast that nourished thee and ne'er
+Distrest thee or compelled; this bosom still
+Ev'n should'st though blight its dearest hopes, will share
+
+"Nay, bear thy pains; but sooner in the grave
+'Twill quench my waning years, if reckless thou
+Of what I not command, but only crave,
+Let my heart pine regardless of thy vow."
+
+
+XXV.
+
+She thus, 'O think not, kindest, I forget,
+Receiving so much love, how much is due
+From me to thee: the Mede I'll wed--but yet
+I cannot stay these tears that gush to pain thy view.'
+
+
+XXVI.
+
+Sephora held her to heart, the while
+Grief had its way--then saw her gently laid
+And bade her, kissing her blue eyes, beguile
+Slumbering the fervid noon. Her leafy bed
+
+Sighed forth o'erpowering breath; increased the heat;
+Sleepless had been the night; her weary sense
+Could now no more. Lone in the still retreat,
+Wounding the flowers to sweetness more intense,
+
+She sank. 'Tis thus, kind Nature lets our woe
+Swell 'til it bursts forth from the o'erfraught breast;
+Then draws an opiate from the bitter flow,
+And lays her sorrowing child soft in the lap to rest.
+
+
+XXVII.
+
+Now all the mortal maid lies indolent
+Save one sweet cheek which the cool velvet turf
+Had touched too rude, tho' all the blooms besprent,
+One soft arm pillowed. Whiter than the surf
+
+That foams against the sea-rock, looked her neck,
+By the dark, glossy, odorous shrubs relieved,
+That close inclining o'er her seemed to reck
+What 'twas they canopied; and quickly heaved
+
+Beneath her robe's white folds and azure zone,
+Her heart yet incomposed; a fillet thro'
+Peeped brightly azure, while with tender moan
+As if of bliss, Zephyr her ringlets blew
+
+Sportive;--about her neck their gold he twined,
+Kissed the soft violet on her temples warm,
+And eye brow--just so dark might well define
+Its flexile arch;--throne of expression's charm.
+
+
+XXVIII.
+
+As the vexed Caspian, tho' its rage be past
+And the blue smiling heavens swell o'er in peace,
+Shook to the centre, by the recent blast,
+Heaves on tumultuous still, and hath not power to cease.
+
+So still each little pulse was seen to throb
+Tho' passion and its pains were lulled to rest,
+And "even and anon" a pitious sob
+Shook the pure arch expansive o'er her breast. [FN#12]
+
+
+[FN#12]  This effect is very observable in little children, who for
+several hours after they have cried themselves to sleep, and
+sometimes even when a smile is on their lips, are heard, from time to
+time, to utter sobs.
+
+
+XXIX.
+
+Save that 'twas all tranquillity; that reigned
+O'er fragrance sound and beauty; all was mute--
+Save when a dove her dear one's absence plained
+And the faint breeze mourned o'er the slumberer's lute.
+
+
+XXX.
+
+It chanced, that day, lured by the verdure, came
+Zophiel, now minister of ill; but ere
+He sinned, a heavenly angel. The faint flame
+Of dying embers, on an altar, where
+
+Raguel, fair Egla's sire, in secret vowed
+And sacrificed to the sole living God,
+Where friendly shades the sacred rites enshround;--(2)
+The fiend beheld and knew; his soul was awed,
+
+And he bethought him of the forfeit joys
+Once his in Heaven;--deep in a darkling grot
+He sat him down;--the melancholy noise
+Of leaf and creeping vine accordant with his thought.
+
+
+XXXI.
+
+When fiercer spirits, howled, he but complained (3)
+Ere yet 'twas his to roam the pleasant earth,
+His heaven-invented harp he still retained
+Tho' tuned to bliss no more; and had its birth
+
+Of him, beneath some black infernal clift
+The first drear song of woe; and torment wrung
+The spirit less severe where he might lift
+His plaining voice--and frame the like as now he sung:
+
+
+XXXII.
+
+"Woe to thee, wild ambition, I employ
+Despair's dull notes thy dread effects to tell,
+Born in high-heaven, her peace thou could'st destroy,
+And, but for thee, there had not been a hell.
+
+"Thro' the celestial domes thy clarion pealed,--
+Angels, entranced, beneath thy banners ranged,
+And stright were fiends;--hurled from the shrinking field,
+They waked in agony to wait the change.
+
+"Darting thro' all her veins the subtle fire
+The world's fair mistress first inhaled thy breath,
+To lot of higher beings learned to aspire,--
+Dared to attempt--and doomed the world to death.
+
+"Thy thousand wild desires, that still torment
+The fiercely struggling soul, where peace once dwelt,
+But perished;--feverish hope--drear discontent,
+Impoisoning all possest--Oh! I have felt
+
+"As spirits feel--yet not for man we mourn
+Scarce o'er the silly bird in state were he,
+That builds his nest, loves, sings the morn's return,
+And sleeps at evening; save by aid of thee,
+
+"Fame ne'er had roused, nor song her records kept
+The gem, the ore, the marble breathing life,
+The pencil's colours,--all in earth had slept,
+Now see them mark with death his victim's strife.
+
+"Man found thee death--but death and dull decay
+Baffling, by aid of thee, his mastery proves;--
+By mighty works he swells his narrow day
+And reigns, for ages, on the world he loves.
+
+"Yet what the price? with stings that never cease
+Thou goad'st him on; and when, too keen the smart,
+He fain would pause awhile--and signs for peace,
+Food thou wilt have, or tear his victim heart."
+
+
+XXXIII.
+
+Thus Zophiel still,--"tho' now the infernal crew
+Had gained by sin a privilege in the world,
+Allayed their torments in the cool night dew,
+And by the dim star-light again their wings unfurled."
+
+
+XXXIV.
+
+And now, regretful of the joys his birth
+Had promised; deserts, mounts and streams he crost,
+To find, amid the loveliest spots of earth,
+Faint likeness of the heaven he had lost.
+
+And oft, by unsuccessful searching pained,
+Weary he fainted thro' the toilsome hours;
+And then his mystic nature he sustained
+On steam of sacrifices--breath of flowers. (4)
+
+
+XXXV.
+
+Sometimes he gave out oracles, amused
+With mortal folly; resting on the shrines;
+Or, all in some fair Sibyl's form infused,
+Spoke from her quivering lips, or penned her mystic lines. [FN#13]
+
+
+[FN#13]  This passage merely accords with the belief that the
+responses of the ancient oracles were spoken by fiends, or evil
+spirits. We need only look into the "New Testament for a confirmation
+of the power which such beings were supposed to possess of speaking
+from the lips of mortals."
+
+
+XXXVI.
+
+And now he wanders on from glade to glade
+To where more precious shrubs diffuse their balms,
+And gliding thro' the thick inwoven shade
+Where the young Hebrew lay in all her charms,
+
+He caught a glimpse. The colours in her face--
+Her bare white arms--her lips--her shining hair--
+Burst on his view. He would have flown the place;
+Fearing some faithful angel rested there,
+
+Who'd see him--reft of glory--lost to bliss--
+Wandering and miserably panting--fain
+To glean a scanty joy--with thoughts like this--
+Came all he'd known and lost--he writh'd with pain
+
+Ineffable--But what assailed his ear,
+A sigh?--surprised, another glance he took;
+Then doubting--fearing--gradual coming near--
+He ventured to her side and dared to look;
+
+Whispering, "yes, 'tis of earth! So, new-found life
+Refreshing, looked sweet Eve, with purpose fell
+When first sin's sovereign gazed on her, and strife
+Had with his heart, that grieved with arts of hell,
+
+"Stern as it was, to win her o'er to death!--
+Most beautiful of all in earth, in heaven,
+Oh! could I quaff for aye that fragrant breath
+Couldst thou, or being likening thee, be given
+
+"To bloom forever for me thus--still true
+To one dear theme, my full soul flowing o'er,
+Would find no room for thought of what it knew--
+Nor picturing forfeit transport, curse me more. (5)
+
+"But oh! severest pain!--I cannot be
+In what I love, blest ev'n the little span--
+(With all a spirit's keen capacity
+For bliss) permitted the poor insect man.
+
+
+XXXVII.
+
+"The few I've seen and deemed of worth to win
+Like some sweet flowret mildewed, in my arms,
+Withered to hidiousness--foul ev'n as sin--
+Grew fearful hags; and then with potent charm [FN#14]
+
+
+[FN#14]  One of the most striking absurdities in the lately-
+dispelled superstition of witchcraft, is the extreme hidiousness and
+misery usually ascribed to such as made use of the agency of evil
+spirits. I have therefore made it the result of an unforeseen
+necessity: no female can be supposed to purchase, voluntarily, the
+power of doing mischief to others at the price of beauty and every
+thing like happiness on her own part.
+
+
+"Of muttered word and harmful drug, did learn
+To force me to their will. Down the damp grave
+Loathing, I went at Endor, and uptorn
+Brought back the dead; when tortured Saul did crave,
+
+"To view his pending fate. Fair--nay, as this
+Young slumberer, that dread witch; when, I arrayed
+In lovely shape, to meet my guileful kiss
+She yielded first her lip. And thou, sweet maid--
+What is't I see?--a recent tear has strayed
+And left its stain upon her cheek of bliss.--
+
+
+XXXVIII.
+
+"She's fall'n to sleep in grief--haply been chid,
+Or by rude mortal wronged. So let it prove
+Meet for my purpose: 'mid these blossoms hid,
+I'll gaze; and when she wakes with all that love
+
+"And art can lend, come forth. He who would gain
+A fond full heart, in love's soft surgery skilled
+Should seek it when 'tis sore; allay its pain--
+With balm by pity prest 'tis all his own, so healed
+
+
+XXXIX.
+
+"She may be mine a little year--ev'n fair
+And sweet as now--Oh! respite! while possest
+I lose the dismal sense of my despair--
+But then--I will not think upon the rest.
+
+"And wherefore grieve to cloud her little day [FN#15]
+Of fleeting life?--What doom from power divine
+I bear eternal! thoughts of ruth, away!
+Wake pretty fly!--and--while thou mayst,--be mine.
+
+"Tho' but an hour--so thou suppli'st thy looms
+With shining silk, [FN#16] and in the cruel snare
+See'st the fond bird entrapped, but for his plumes
+To work thy robes, or twine amidst thy hair."
+
+
+[FN#15]  The ancient Hebrews had no idea of a future state.
+
+[FN#16]  I have not been able to discover whether the use of silk was
+known at so early a period. It is said to have been sold in Rome for
+its weight in gold, and was considered so luxurious an article that
+it was considered infamous for a man to appear drest in it. The Roman
+Pausanias says that it came from the country of the Seres, a people
+of Asiatic Scythia.
+
+
+XL.
+
+To wisper softly in her ear he bent,
+But draws him back restrained: A higher power
+That loved to watch o'er slumbering innocent,
+Repelled his evil touch; and, from her bower
+
+To lead the maid, Sephora comes; the sprite
+Half baffled, followed--hovering on unseen--
+Till Meles, fair to see and nobly dight,
+Received his pensive bride. Gentle of mien
+
+She meekly stood. He fastened round her arm
+Rings of refulgent ore; low and apart
+Murmuring, "so beauteous captive, shall thy charms
+Forever thrall and clasp thy captive's heart."
+
+The air breathed softer, as she slowly moved
+In languid resignation: his quick eye
+Spoke in black glances how she was approved,
+Who shrunk reluctant from its ardency.
+
+
+XLI.
+
+'Twas sweet to look upon the goodly pair
+In their contrasted loveliness: her height
+Might almost vie with his; but heavenly fair,
+Of soft proportion she, and sunny hair
+He cast in manliest mould with ringlets murk as night.
+
+
+XLII.
+
+All art could give with Nature's charms was blent,
+His gorgeous country shone in his attire,
+And as he moved with tread magnificent
+She could but look and looking must admire.
+
+
+XLIII.
+
+And oft her drooping and resigned blue eye
+She'd wistful raise to read his radiant face,
+But then--why shrank her heart? a secret sigh
+Told her it most required what there it could not trace.
+
+
+XLIV.
+
+Now fair had fall'n the night. The damsel mused
+At her own window, in the pearly ray
+Of the full moon; her thoughtful soul infused
+Thus in  her words; left 'lone awhile, to pray.
+
+
+XLV.
+
+"What bliss for her who lives her little day,
+In blest obedience; like to those divine
+Who to her loved, her earthly lord, can say
+'God is thy law,' most just 'and _thou_ art mine.'
+
+"To every blast she bends in beauty meek--
+How can she shrink--his arms her shelter kind?--
+And feels no need to blanch her rosy cheek
+With thoughts befitting his superior mind.
+
+"Who only sorrows when she sees him pained,
+Then knows to pluck away pain's fiercest dart;
+Or, love arresting, ere its gaol is gained
+Steal half its venom ere it reach his heart.
+
+"'Tis the soul's food--the fervid must adore--
+For this the heathen, insufficed with thought
+Moulds him an idol of the glittering ore
+Or shines his smiling goddess, marble-wrought.
+
+"What bliss for her--e'en on this world of woe
+Oh! sire who mak'st yon orb-strown arch thy throne,--
+That sees thee, in thy nobles work below,
+Shine undefaced!--and calls that work her own!
+
+"This I had hoped: but hope too dear, too great--
+Go to thy grave! I feel thee blasted, now--
+Give me, fate's sovereign, well to bear the fate
+Thy pleasure sends--this, my sole prayer, allow."
+
+
+XLVI.
+
+Still, fixed on heaven, her earnest eye, all dew,
+Seemed as it sought amid the lamps of night
+For him her soul addressed; but other view
+Far different--sudden from that pensive plight
+
+Recalled her: quick as on primeval gloom
+Burst the new day-star, when the Eternal bid,
+Appeared, and glowing filled the dusky room,
+As 'twere a brillant cloud; the form it hid
+
+Modest emerged, as might a youth beseem;
+Save a slight scarf, his beauty bare, and white
+As cygnet's bosom on some silver stream;
+Or young narcissus, when to woo the light
+
+Of its _first_ morn, that flowret open springs;--
+And near the maid he comes with timid gaze
+And gently fans her, with his full spread wings
+Transparent as the cooling gush that plays
+
+From ivory fount. Each bright prismatic tint
+Still vanishing, returning, blending, changing,
+Glowed, from their fibrous mystic texture glint,
+Like colours o'er the full-blown bubble ranging
+
+That pretty urchins launch upon the air
+And laugh to see it vanish; yet, so bright,
+More like--and even that were faint compare,
+As shaped from some new rain-bow; rosy light
+
+Like that which pagans say the dewy car
+Precedes of their Aurora, clipp'd him round
+Retiring as he mov'd; and evening's star
+Shamed not the diamond coronal that bound
+
+His curly locks. And still to teach his face
+Expression dear to her he wooed he sought;
+And, in his hand, he held a little vase
+Of virgin gold in strange devices wrought.
+
+
+XLVII.
+
+Love toned he spoke, "Fair sister, [FN#17] art thou here
+With pensive looks, so near thy bridal bed,
+Fixed on the pale cold moon? Nay! do not fear--
+To do thee weal o'er mount and stream I've sped.
+
+
+[FN#17]  Sister, was an affectionate appellation, used by the Jews
+towards all women.
+
+
+XLVIII.
+
+"Say, doth thy soul in all its sweet excess
+Rush to this bridegroom, smooth and falsehood-taught.
+Ah, now! thou yield'st thee to a loathed caress--
+While thy heart tells thee loud it owns him not.
+
+
+XLIX.
+
+"Hadst thou but seen, on Tigris' banks, this morn
+Wasting her wild complaints, a wretched maid,
+Stung with her wrongs--lone--beauty-reft--forlorn--
+And learned 'twas ev'n thy Meles who betrayed,
+
+"Well hadst thou then shrunk to return his love
+But wherefore now, on theme of sorrow bide?--
+What would thy beauty? here I wait--nay, prove
+A spirit's power, nor be my boon denied!
+
+"I'll tell thee secrets of the neither earth
+And highest heaven--or dost some service crave?
+Declare thy bidding, best of mortal birth,
+I'll be thy winged messenger, thy slave." (7)
+
+
+L.
+
+Then softly Egla, "Lovely being tell--
+In pity to the grief thy lips betray
+The knowledge of--say with some kindly spell
+Dost come from heaven, to charm my pains away?
+
+"Alas! what know'st thou of my plighted lord?
+If guilt pollute him, as unless mine ear
+Deceive me in the purport of thy word,
+Thou mean'st t' imply--kind spirit rest not here
+
+"But to my father hasten and make known
+The fearful truth: my doom is his command;
+Writ in heaven's book, I guard the oath I've sworn
+Unless he will to blot it by thine hand."
+
+
+LI.
+
+"Thy plight to Meles little need avail."
+Zophiel replies: "ere morn, if't be thy will
+To Lybian deserts he shall howl his tale
+I'll hurl him, at thy word, o'er forest, sea and hill.
+
+
+LII.
+
+"By all the frauds, which forged in his black breast,
+Come forth so white and silvery from his tongue,
+My potency he soon shall prove; nor rest
+To banquet on the blood of hearts by him unstrung,
+
+"And reft of all their music. Every pain
+By him inflicted for his own vile joys
+Rend his vile self! fruition not again
+Shall crown such arts as now the slave employs!
+
+"But sooth thee, maiden, be thy soul at peace;
+Mine be the care to hasten to thy sire
+And null thy vow: let every terror cease:
+Perfect success attends thy least desire."
+
+
+LIII.
+
+Then lowly bending with seraphic grace
+The vase he proffered full; and not a gem
+Drawn forth successive from its sparkling place
+But put to shame the Persian diadem.
+
+
+LIV.
+
+While he "Nay, let me o'er thy white arms bind
+These orient pearls less smooth; Egla, for thee,
+My thrilling substance pained by storm and wind,
+I sought them mid the caverns of the sea.
+
+"And here's a ruby drinking solar rays
+I saw it redden on a mountain tip,
+Now on thy snowy bosom let it blaze:
+'Twill blush still deeper to behold thy lip.
+
+"Look, for thy hair a garland; every flower
+That spreads its blossoms, watered by the tear
+Of the sad slave in Babylonian bower,
+Might see its fraid bright hues perpetuate here.
+
+"For morn's light bell, this changeful amythist
+A sapphire for the violet's tender blue;
+Large opals for the queen-rose zephyr-kist;
+And here are emeralds of ev'ry hue
+For ev'ry folded bud and leaflet dropped with dew.
+
+
+LV.
+
+"And here's a diamond cull'd from Indian mine
+To gift a haughty queen: it might not be--
+I knew a worthier brow, sister divine,
+And brought the gem; for well I deem for thee
+
+"The 'arch-chymic sun' in earth's dark bosom wrought
+To prison thus a ray; that when dull night
+Lours o'er his realms and nature's all seems nought
+She whom he grieves to leave may still behold his light." [FN#18]
+
+Thus spake he on, for still the wondering maid
+Gazed, as a youthful artist,--rapturously,
+Each perfect, smooth, harmonious limb survey'd
+Insatiate still her beauty-loving eye.
+
+
+[FN#18]  It was not unusual among the nations of the east, to
+imitate flowers with precious stones. The Persian kings about the
+time of Artaxerxes, sat, when they gave audience under a vine, the
+leaves of which were formed of gold and the grapes of emeralds.
+
+
+LVI.
+
+For Zophiel wore a mortal form; and blent
+In mortal form, when perfect, nature shows
+Her all that's fair, enhanc'd; fire, firmament,
+Ocean, earth flowers and gems, all there disclose
+
+Their charms epitomized: the heavenly power
+To lavish beauty, in this last work crown'd--
+And Egla form'd of fibres such as dower
+Those who most feel, forgot all else around.
+
+
+LVII.
+
+He saw, and softening every wily word
+Spoke in more melting music to her soul,
+And o'er her sense as when the fond night bird
+Woos the full rose o'erpowering fragrance stole. (6)
+
+Or when the lillies, sleepier perfume, move,
+Disturbed by too young sister-fawns, that play
+Among their graceful stalks at morn, and love
+From their white cells to lip the dews away.
+
+
+LVIII.
+
+She strove to speak, but 'twas in murmurs low,
+While o'er her cheek, his potent spell confessing,
+Deeper diffused the warm carnation glow
+Still dewy wet with tears her inmost soul confessing.
+
+As the little reptile, in some lonely grove,
+With fixed bright eye of facinating flame
+Lures on by slow degrees the plaining dove,
+So nearer--nearer still--the bride and spirit came.
+
+
+LIX.
+
+"Thou, strong, invisible, invidious sprite,
+Now, from my love my peerless mortal shield--
+What exultation for thy power to night!
+Look on thy beauteous charge!--why does she yield?"
+
+
+LX.
+
+Thus secret he, the pearly bracelet holding,
+Lending his lip to accents sweetlier bland
+The light that clipt him, half the maid enfolding
+Half given--tho' dubious half--her lilly hand.
+
+
+LXI.
+
+Success seemed his;--but secret, in the height
+And pride of transport; as he set at nought
+And taunts her guardian power; infernal light
+Shot from his eye, with guilt and treachery fraught.
+
+Haply it was but Nature:--she bestows
+Intuitive preception, and while art
+O'ertasks himself with guile, loves to disclose
+The dark soul in the eye, to warn th' o'ertrusting heart.
+
+
+LXII.
+
+Zophiel, howe'er the warning came, was foiled
+What torments burned in his unearthly breast!
+The while her trembling hand--untouched, recoiled,
+That, wild, exulting glance, the wily fiend confest.
+
+
+LXIII.
+
+Faintly he spoke--"'Tis Meles' step I here,
+Guilty thou know'st him--wilt receive him still?"--
+The rosy blood driven to her heart by fear
+She said, in accents faint, but firm, "I will."
+
+
+LXIV.
+
+The spirit heard; and all again was dark;
+Save, as before, the melancholy flame
+Of the full moon; and faint, unfrequent spark
+Which from the perfume's burning embers came.
+
+That stood in vases round the room disposed;
+Shuddering and trembling to her couch she crept,--
+Soft oped the door and quick again was closed,
+And thro' the pale grey moon-light Meles stept.
+
+
+LXV.
+
+But ere he yet, in haste, could throw aside
+His broidered belt and sandals--dread to [illegible]
+Eager he sprang--he sought to clasp his bride--
+He stopt--a groan was heard--he gasped and fell
+
+
+LXVI.
+
+Low by the couch of her who widowed lay
+Her ivory hands convulsive clasped in prayer,
+But lacking power to move; and when 'twas day,
+A cold black corse was all of Meles, there.
+
+
+
+END OF THE FIRST CANTO.
+
+
+
+
+
+NOTES.
+
+
+
+(1)  _Wandered malignant o'er the erring earth._
+
+
+This passage and, indeed the whole poem, is founded on a belief,
+prevalent in the earlier ages of christianity, that all nations,
+except the descendents of Abraham, were abandoned by the Almighty, and
+subjected to the power of daemons or evil spirits. Fontenelle in his
+_"Histoire des Oracles"_ makes the following extract from the works
+of the Pagan philosopher Porphyry.
+
+"Auguste deja vieux and songeant a se choisir un successeur, alla
+consulter l'oracle de Delphes. L'oracle ne repondoit point, quiqu
+'Auguste n'epargnat pas de sacrifices. A la fin, cependant, il en
+tira cette reponse. L'enfant Hebreu a qui tous les Dieux obeissent,
+me chasse d'ici, and me ronvoie dans les Enfers. Sors de ce temple
+sans parler."
+
+
+
+(2)  _While friendly shades the sacred rites enshroud._
+
+
+The captive Jews, though they sometimes outwardly conformed to the
+religion of their oppressors, were accustomed to practice their own
+in secret.
+
+
+
+(3)  _When fiercer spirits howled, he but complained._
+
+
+So Milton. Others more mild retreated to a silent valley singing,
+          With notes angelical, to many a harp,
+          Their own heroic deeds and hapless fall.
+
+
+
+(4)  _Weary he fainted thro' the toilsome hours,
+     And then his mystic nature he sustained
+     On steam of sacrifices, breath of flowers._
+
+
+Eusebe dans sa "Preparation Evangelique" raporte quantite de
+passages de Porphyre, ou ce philosophe Payen assure que les mauvais
+demons sont les auteurs des enchantemens, des philtres, et des
+malefices; que le mensonge est essentiel a leur nature; qu'ils ne
+font que tromper nos yeux par des spectres et par des fautomes;
+qu'ils excitent en nous la plupart de nos passions; qu'ils ont
+l'ambition de vouloir passer pour des dieux; que leurs corps _aeriens
+se nourissent_ de _fumigations de sand repandu et de la graisse des
+sacrifices;_ qu'il n'y a qu'eux qui se melent de rendre des oracles,
+et a qui cette fonction pleine de tromperic soit tombee en partage.
+
+                              _Fontenelle, Historie des Oracles._
+
+
+                                        _Still true
+          To one dear theme, my full soul flowing o'er
+          Would find no room for thought of what it knew
+     (5)  Nor picturing forfeit transport curse me more._
+
+
+Si l'homme (says a modern writer) constant dans ses affections,
+pouvoit saus cesse fournir a un sentiment renouvele sans cesse, sans
+doute la solitude and l'amour l'egaleroient a Dieu meme; car ce sont
+la les deux eternel plaisirs du gran Etre.
+
+A celebrated female, (Saint Theresa) used to describe Satan as an
+unhappy being, who never could know what it was to love.
+
+
+
+(6)  _And o'er her sense as when the fond night bird
+     Woos the full rose o'erpowering fragrance stole._
+
+
+This allusion must be familiar to every general reader of poetry.
+
+  "The nightingale if he sees the rose becomes intoxicated; he lets
+go from his hand the reins prudence."
+          _Fable of the Gardener and Nightingale._
+
+
+Lady Montague also translates a song, if my memory does not deceive
+me, thus,
+
+  "The nightingale now hovers amid the flowers, her passion is to
+seek roses."
+
+
+And from the poet Hafiz,
+
+  "When the roses wither and the bower loses its sweetness, you have
+no longer the tale of the nightingale."
+
+
+Indeed the rose, in Oriental poetry, is seldom mentioned without her
+paramour the nightingale, which gives reason to suppose that this
+bird, in those countries where it was first celebrated, had really
+some natural fondness for the rose; or perhaps for some insect which
+took shelter in it. In Sir W. Jones' translation of the Persian
+fable, of "The Gardener and Nightingale" we meet with the following
+distich.
+
+  _"I know not what the rose says under his lips, that he brings
+back the helpless Nightingales with their mournful notes.
+
+  One day the Gardener, according to his established custom, went to
+view the roses; he saw a plaintive nightingale rubbing his head on
+the leaves of the roses and tearing asunder, with his sharp bill,
+that volume adorned with gold."_
+
+
+And Gelaleddin Ruzbehar,
+
+  _"While the nightingale sings thy praises with a loud voice, I am
+all ear like the stalk of the rosetree."_
+
+
+Pliny, however, in his delightful description of this bird, says
+nothing, I believe, about the rose.
+
+
+
+(7) Les Perses semblent etre les premiers hommes connus de nous qui
+parlerent des anges comme d'huissiers celestes, et de porteurs
+d'ordres.
+
+_Voltaire, Essai sur les moeurs et l'esprit des nations._
+
+
+
+
+
+In composing this ode, which was done four years ago, the writer had
+not the most remote idea, of complimenting any one. Without the
+slightest pretensions to "connoiseurship" she has only described the
+absolute effect of the pictures alluded to, on an individual, and
+would only be considered in the light of an insent warming itself in
+the sun, and grateful for his pervasive influence.
+
+
+
+
+
+ODE.
+
+
+Thou who wert born of Psyche and of Love
+And fondly nurst on Poesy's warm breast
+          Painting, oh, power adored!
+          My country's sons have poured
+To thee their orisons; and thou hast blest
+Their votive sighs, nor vainly have they strove.
+
+Thou who art wont to soothe the varied pain
+That ceaseless throbs at absent lover's heart,
+          Who first bestowed thine aid
+          On the young Rhodian maid [FN#19]
+When doomed, from him whose love was life, to part,
+From a lone bard accept an humble heartfelt strain.
+
+
+[FN#19]  I do not positively recollect whether the incident, here
+described is supposed to have transpired at Rhodes, Corinth, or some
+other place, and have not, at present, the means for ascertaining.
+Painting is called the Rhodian Art, but I know not if on account of
+its having been first invented there or for the eminence of the
+painters which Rhodes produced; which was so great that an
+illustrious enemy refrained from burning the city, which he had in
+his power, out of respect to the genius of Protogenes one of its most
+celebrated artists.
+
+
+'Twas the last night the idol youth might stay--
+E'en now, to bear him from the rosy isle, [FN#20]
+          The galley waits: he sleeps
+          She silent wakes and weeps--
+Watches his lips that in light dreaming smile--
+Twines her soul round his charms and dreads the coming day.
+
+The dazzling drops her pitious eyes that blind
+Hushing her struggling sobs she wiped away:--
+          Her tapers paly light
+          Fell on the marble white,
+Beside the couch where half reclined he lay
+And of his beauteous face the shadow well defined.
+
+Loved deity, then first thou cam'st on earth!--
+Pity for truth in sorrow, called thee here!
+          Sudden the fair, inspired,
+          With a new thought was fired
+Her hand urged on by hope--yet, breathing not for fear--
+She traced the unreal shade--'twas hers--an art had birth.
+
+
+[FN#20]  Rhodes, in the Greek tongue, signifies _rose_ or roses.
+After being made the scene of the loves of Venus and Apollo, the isle
+(says Demoustier) became an enchanting garden, and soon took the name
+of the flowers it produced.
+
+
+By dearest, tenderest feelings still allured,
+Thou sought'st our wilds far blooming o'er the deep
+          Pleased with the soft employ
+          A fair haired cherub boy
+O'er a more helpless child his watch to keep
+Was placed; and from his sports the long restraint endured.
+
+Fair as the hues of heaven, the innocent
+Lay like a phantom born of some mild soul;
+          A drop, for it had wept
+          A moment ere it slept,
+O'er its light vermil cheek was seen to roll
+And its young guardian's heart drank beauty as he leant.
+
+That nameless wish to nought but genius known.--
+Indefinite--but in each fibre felt,
+          Whispered. The boy elate
+          Burned to perpetuate
+The full pervasive bliss; enrapt he knelt--
+Thou saw'st--a pencil's by--and infant West's thine own.
+
+Soon the plumed savage, from his leafy home
+Emerging, saw and loved the gifted child,
+          And soon, beneath their care,
+          His hands the tints prepare,
+That strain their shapely limbs, in grandeur wild
+As thro' their arching woods, the desert warriors roam. [FN#21]
+
+
+[FN#21]  Sir Benjamin West, when a child, was presented with the
+primitive colours by an Indian. See Galt's Life of West.
+
+
+Please he repaid their plans, nor those alone;
+Sped by his strength the painted arrow flew;
+          And oft the soaring bird
+          For shape, or hue preferred,
+To make a model for his art he knew
+While sovereign Nature saw--and smiled upon her throne.
+
+Bold Science, who earth's caverned depths explores,
+And soars triumphant 'mid new worlds of light,--
+          Lays bare the heaving heart [FN#22]
+          Nor suffers life to part--
+Lures the red lightning from its stormy height--
+Oft, goddess kneels to thee to save his precious stores.
+
+
+[FN#22]  An operation was performed at Paris by M. Richerande in
+which the heart of a patient, who afterwards recovered, was laid bare.
+
+
+The rough-browed warrior on the midnight deck
+While stealing softness thro' his pulses glides,
+          By the moon's pensive rays
+          Regards with lengthened gaze,
+The pictured form his scarry bosom hides
+By day; that tho' death grasp, hangs smiling at his neck.
+
+When fate has torn from the fond mother's arms
+The tender hope her bosom fed, to thee
+          She flies;--and ere decay
+          Can mar his beauteous prey
+Her arching eyes, amid their grief, can see,
+Still dawning bright, to them, its early-blighted charms.
+
+The generous youth who, fired by love of fame,
+A victim at her bloody altars fell;
+          To the beloved ones reft,
+          By aid of thee, has left
+His form, his lip, his ardent glance, to tell
+How fair was he on earth who left it for a name.
+
+The patriot--here a moment let my strain
+Tremble before thy Stuart--who but he
+          Could bid mild Washington--
+          His god-loved labours done--
+Thus sit before us breathing majesty,
+And, in his deep blue eye, still life and soul retain?
+
+Methinks, the while I gaze, each graceful line
+So light imprinted on his forehead fair,
+          Where Wisdom sits serene
+          Of every sense the queen,
+Seems as an embryo empire still were there,
+While still his ample breast swells with the vast design.
+
+And fondly o'er the mellow tints I pause
+Of her, whose vivid touch shames not her sire;
+          Bold Genius in his pride
+          Has marked her as his bride,
+On his bright pinions bids her soul aspire,
+Nor pay the tribute due by tardier Nature's laws. [FN#23]
+
+
+[FN#23]  While composing this ode the writer was shown a beautiful
+specimen from the hand of a young daughter of the celebrated Stuart,
+who entirely devoted herself to the art.
+
+
+But guard thee well young J--e: in his embrace
+How many seal with death their ectasy!
+          Too deep, intense, and wild,
+          For one so late a child,
+I fear me lest the proffered transport be
+That every earthlier joy absorbent would efface.
+
+Soft is thy form--amid the unpent air,
+Pay rosy exercise her just demands:
+          Tho' heaven thy lone hours woo
+          Earth still demands her due;
+Gay health to guard e'en genius' palace stands--
+And when she takes her flight--e'en genius, must despair.
+
+Nor those alone doomed to incarnate birth
+Painting, death-baffler, is it thine to save!
+          The heavenly shapes that flit,
+          When the entranced fit,
+Is on, and the charmed soul forgets its earth,
+Thou bidst to earthly eyes their sky-dipt vestments wave.
+
+The radiant visions Fancy's wand uprears
+When Poesy around has spread her spell,
+          Like summer flowrets dies
+          Refresh the enchanted skies,
+Where, soft as air, and lovelier for her fears,
+Bright in her golden robes flies fair-haired Florimell. [FN#24]
+
+
+[FN#24]  The flight of Florimell, from a scene in Spencer's Faery
+Queen, is an exquisite little picture by Allston, in the possession
+of a private gentleman.
+
+
+The miracles, in holy record kept,
+Done--ere one cheering ray of distant light
+          Thro' death's dark portals shown,
+          At thy command alone,
+Still, still--reacted meet--the astonished sight,
+Tho' rolling ages o'er the scene have swept.
+
+In this far distant land, which the great deep
+Perchance embosomed, when that dust was rife,
+          The pale unconscious dead
+          On the strown relics laid
+Of old Elisha, in his passing sleep,
+Still, at the hallowed touch, starts back to warmth and life. [FN#25]
+
+
+[FN#25]  Every one must recollect the sublime picture here alluded to.
+
+
+Sweet, when the soul is weary of the ills
+That stern reality presents, to dwell
+          On beauteous forms: they smooth
+          The ruffled sense, and sooth
+The heart with soft perfection; till a spell
+Blends with its troublous pulse, and all its achings stills.
+
+And who can look nor own the pencil's power
+Where tender Ariadne, happy yet, [FN#26]
+          Lies in a dream of bliss?
+          The last half-pitying kiss,
+By falsehood given, her sleeping lip has met--
+That still seems hovering there like Zephyr o'er a flower.
+
+
+[FN#26]  Vanderlyn's Ariadne.
+
+
+The dawn breaks slowly o'er the distant main,
+To come no more her ingrate hero flies;
+          While thoughts confiding speak
+          Upon her mantling cheek--
+Illusion chains the sense--in lowest sighs
+Whispering--we fear to see her wake to pain.
+
+But whither wandering? whatsoe'er has gained
+Long conning book and heart the white-haired sage;
+          Cause and remote effect
+          In living semblance dect,
+The truths divine of many a moral page
+Thy hand, harmonious Peale, hath at a glance explained.
+
+
+
+
+
+STANZAS.
+
+
+
+To meet a friendship such as mine
+Such feelings must thy heart refine
+As seldom mortal mind gives birth,
+'Tis love, without a stain of earth,
+                    _Fratello del mio cor._
+
+Tho' friendship be its earthly name
+All pure, from highest heaven, it came
+'Tis never felt for more than one,
+And scorns to dwell with Venus' son
+                    _Fratello del mio cor._
+
+Him let it view not, or it flies
+Like tender hues of morning-skies,
+Or morn's sweet flower, of purple glow.
+When sunny beams too ardent grow
+                    _Fratello del mio cor._
+
+It's food is looks, its nectar, sighs,
+Its couch the lip, its throne the eyes
+The soul its breath; and so possest,
+Heaven's raptures reign in mortal breast.
+                    _Fratello del mio cor._
+
+
+
+
+
+ON THE DEATH OF A LADY.
+
+
+Thy home seemed not of earth--so blest--
+  But there has fall'n a shaft of fate--
+The dove is stricken; and the nest
+  She warmed and cheered is desolate.
+
+But fairest not for thee, we mourn:
+  Blest from thy birth, thou still art so--
+The tear must dew thine early urn
+  For him whom thou hast taught to know
+
+The zest of joys--complete, as knows
+  Thy vital flame, the pang that tost
+And changed thee past, where now it glows--
+  Knowing, yet feeling all is lost.
+
+There is a flower of tender white
+  And, on its spotless bosom, play
+The moon's soft beams, one lovely night;
+  But when appears the morning ray
+
+'Tis shut and withered--even now
+  Around your lime I see it wave; [FN#27]
+'Tis pure, and fresh, and fair, as thou--
+  And sinks in beauty to its grave.
+
+
+[FN#27]  The white convolvulus; it blossoms just after sun-set, and
+is seen in great abundance entwining the lime-hedges, about the
+plantations of Cuba.
+
+
+
+
+
+
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