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Cassels + +This eBook is for the use of anyone anywhere at no cost and with +almost no restrictions whatsoever. You may copy it, give it away or +re-use it under the terms of the Project Gutenberg License included +with this eBook or online at www.gutenberg.org + + +Title: Eidolon + The Course of a Soul and Other Poems + +Author: Walter R. Cassels + +Release Date: December 13, 2009 [EBook #30672] + +Language: English + +Character set encoding: ISO-8859-1 + +*** START OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK EIDOLON *** + + + + +Produced by Ritu Aggarwal, Thanks to the National Library +of Australia and the Thomas Cooper Library (University of +South Carolina) for supplying pages for this work, and the +Online Distributed Proofreading Team at https://www.pgdp.net + + + + + + +</pre> + + + +<h1>EIDOLON,</h1> + +<h3>OR THE COURSE OF A SOUL;<br /><br /> + +<small>AND OTHER POEMS,</small><br /><br /><br /> + +BY WALTER R. CASSELS<br /><br /><br /></h3> + + +<h3>LONDON<br /> +<small>WILLIAM PICKERING</small></h3> + +<h4>1850</h4> + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h3>TO</h3> + +<h2>CHARLES PEEL,</h2> + +<h4>THIS VOLUME IS INSCRIBED BY<br /><br /> + +HIS FRIEND,</h4> + +<p style='font-size:1.2em; margin-left:55%;'><b>W. R. CASSELS.</b></p> + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_vii" id="Page_vii">[Pg vii]</a></span></p> +<h2>CONTENTS.</h2> + + + + +<table border="0" cellpadding="5" cellspacing="0" summary="Table of Contents"> +<tr><td> </td><td align="right">Page</td></tr> +<tr><td><a href="#EIDOLON">Eidolon</a></td><td align="right"><a href="#Page_1">1</a></td></tr> +<tr><td><a href="#ALCESTE">Alcesté</a></td><td align="right"><a href="#Page_93">93</a></td></tr> +<tr><td><a href="#PYGMALION">Pygmalion</a></td><td align="right"><a href="#Page_136">136</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align="center"><span class="smcap">Miscellaneous Poems.</span></td><td> </td></tr> +<tr><td><a href="#ODE_TO_FANCY">Ode to Fancy</a></td><td align="right"><a href="#Page_159">159</a></td></tr> +<tr><td><a href="#WHAT_IS_A_SIGH">What is a sigh?</a></td><td align="right"><a href="#Page_165">165</a></td></tr> +<tr><td><a href="#IONE">Ione</a></td><td align="right"><a href="#Page_167">167</a></td></tr> +<tr><td><a href="#REALITY">Reality</a></td><td align="right"><a href="#Page_169">169</a></td></tr> +<tr><td><a href="#RETROSPECTION">Retrospection</a></td><td align="right"><a href="#Page_172">172</a></td></tr> +<tr><td><a href="#THE_STORMY_PETREL">The Stormy Petrel</a></td><td align="right"><a href="#Page_181">181</a></td></tr> +<tr><td><a href="#TO_mdash">To ——</a></td><td align="right"><a href="#Page_183">183</a></td></tr> +<tr><td><a href="#THE_MERMAID">The Mermaid</a></td><td align="right"><a href="#Page_185">185</a></td></tr> +<tr><td><a href="#THE_SPIRIT_OF_THE_AIR">The Spirit of the Air</a></td><td align="right"><a href="#Page_190">190</a></td></tr> +<tr><td><a href="#WHY_DO_I_LOVE_THEE">Why do I love thee?</a></td><td align="right"><a href="#Page_195">195</a></td></tr> +<tr><td><a href="#LADY_ANNABEL">Lady Annabel</a></td><td align="right"><a href="#Page_196">196</a></td></tr> +<tr><td><a href="#TO_JENNY_LIND">To Jenny Lind</a></td><td align="right"><a href="#Page_201">201</a></td></tr> +<tr><td><a href="#THE_GOLD_SEEKERS">The Gold Seekers</a></td><td align="right"><a href="#Page_204">204</a></td></tr> +<tr><td><a href="#TO_WOMAN">To Woman</a></td><td align="right"><a href="#Page_209">209</a></td></tr> +<tr><td><a href="#THE_POET">The Poet</a></td><td align="right"><a href="#Page_212">212</a></td></tr> +<tr><td><a href="#EVENING">Evening</a></td><td align="right"><a href="#Page_224">224</a></td></tr> +<tr><td><a href="#LIFE">Life</a></td><td align="right"><a href="#Page_226">226</a></td></tr> +<tr><td><a href="#SORROW">Sorrow</a></td><td align="right"><a href="#Page_229">229</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align="center"><span class="smcap">Sonnets.</span></td><td><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_viii" id="Page_viii">[Pg viii]</a></span></td></tr> +<tr><td><a href="#I">I.</a> Written at Ulleswater</td><td align="right"><a href="#Page_233">233</a></td></tr> +<tr><td><a href="#II">II.</a> "There is a spell by which the panting soul"</td><td align="right"><a href="#Page_234">234</a></td></tr> +<tr><td><a href="#III">III.</a> "We wander on through life as pilgrims do"</td><td align="right"><a href="#Page_235">235</a></td></tr> +<tr><td><a href="#IV">IV.</a> "Sweet spirits of the Beautiful! where'er ye dwell,"</td><td align="right"><a href="#Page_236">236</a></td></tr> +<tr><td><a href="#V">V.</a> "We are ambitious overmuch in life,"</td><td align="right"><a href="#Page_237">237</a></td></tr> +<tr><td><a href="#VI">VI.</a> "Mountains! and huge hills! wrap your mighty forms"</td><td align="right"><a href="#Page_238">238</a></td></tr> +<tr><td><a href="#VII">VII.</a> To Ella</td><td align="right"><a href="#Page_239">239</a></td></tr> +<tr><td><a href="#VIII">VIII.</a> "I traverse oft in thought the battle-plain"</td><td align="right"><a href="#Page_240">240</a></td></tr> +</table> + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_ix" id="Page_ix">[Pg ix]</a></span></p> +<h2>INTRODUCTION TO EIDOLON.</h2> + + +<p>Hazlitt says, one cannot "make an allegory go on all fours," it must +to a certain degree be obscure and shadowy, like the images which the +traveller in the desert sees mirrored on the heavens, wherein he can +trace but a dreamy resemblance to the reality beneath. It therefore +seems to me advisable to give a solution of the "Eidolon," the symbol, +which follows, that the purpose of the poem may at once be evident.</p> + +<p>In "Eidolon" I have attempted to symbol the course of a Poet's mind +from a state wherein thought is disordered, barren and uncultivated, +to that which is ordered and swayed by the true Spirit of Poetry, and +holds its perfect creed.</p> + +<p>I have therefore laid the scene on a desert island, +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_x" id="Page_x">[Pg x]</a></span> +whence, as from the isolation of his own mind, he +reflects upon the concerns of life. At first he is a +poet only by birthright '<i>Poeta nascitur</i>.' He has +the poet's inherent love for the Beautiful, his keen +susceptibility of all that is lovely in outward nature, +but these are only the blossoms which have +fallen upon him from the Tree of Life, the fruit is +yet untasted. He has looked at the evil of the +world alone, and seeing how much "the time is +out of joint" has become misanthropic, and turns +his back alike on the evil and the good.</p> + +<p>Then comes Night, the stillness of the soul, with +starlight breaking through the gloom. He gazes +on other worlds, and pictures there the perfection +he sighs for, but cannot find in this. Thus by the +conception of a higher and nobler existence acquiring +some impetus towards its realization.</p> + +<p>We then find him lying in the sunshine with the +beauties of Nature around him, whose silent teaching +works upon him till the true <span class="smcap">Spirit of Poetry</span> +speaks <i>within his soul</i>, and combats the misanthropy +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_xi" id="Page_xi">[Pg xi]</a></span> +and weakness of the sensuous <span class="smcap">Man</span>, showing +him that Action is the end of Life, not mere indulgence +in abstract and visionary rhapsodies.</p> + +<p>In the next scene he makes further advances, +for the spirit of Poetry shows him that the beauty +for which he has sought amongst the stars of heaven +lies really at his feet; that Earth, too, is a star +capable of equal brightness with those on which he +gazes. He is thus brought from the Ideal to the +Real.</p> + +<p>The fifth scene emblems the influence of Love on +the soul. It is the nurse of Poetry, and Sorrow is +the pang which stimulates the divine germ into +active vitality. Had he been entirely happy, and +the course of his love run smooth, he would have +been content to enjoy life in ease and idleness.</p> + +<p>Next we find him looking broadly on life, on its +utmost ills as well as its beauties, but not with the +eye of the misanthrope, but of the Physician who +searches out disease that he may find the remedy, +and though the soul still sighs for the serenity and +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_xii" id="Page_xii">[Pg xii]</a></span> +placid delight of the ideal life, the world of Thought, +the glorious principle of Poetry prevails, and he +sacrifices self-ease, feeling that he has a nobler mission +than to dream through life, and that here he +must labour ere he can earn the right to rest.</p> + +<p>Thus in the last scene the <span class="smcap">Spirit</span> and the <span class="smcap">Man</span> +have become one—he is <i>truly</i> a Poet. His prayer +maintains the direct and divine inspiration of the +Poet-Priest.</p> + +<p>The action in short is the conflict of two principles +within the breast, the False and the True, +ending in the extinction of error and the triumph +of truth.</p> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_1" id="Page_1">[Pg 1]</a></span></p> +<h2><a name="EIDOLON" id="EIDOLON"></a>EIDOLON,</h2> + +<h5>OR</h5> + +<h3>THE COURSE OF A SOUL.<br /><br /></h3> + +<h4><span class="smcap">Scene.</span> <i>A desert Island. The sea-shore.</i><br /><br /> +<span class="smcap">Man.</span></h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">How lonely were I in this solitude,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">This atom of creation which yon wave,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">White with the fury of a thousand years,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Might gulf into oblivion, if the soul<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Knew circumscription. Far as eye can reach<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Around me lies a wild and watery waste,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">With every billow sentinel to keep<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Its prisoner fetter'd to his ocean cell—<br /></span> +<span class="i0">What were it but a plunge—an instant strife—<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Then liberty snatch'd from the clutch of Death<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The Tyrant, who with mystic terror grinds<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Men into slaves—But he who thinks <i>is</i> free,<br /></span> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_2" id="Page_2">[Pg 2]</a></span> +<span class="i0">And fineless as the unresting winds of heaven,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Now rushing with wild joy around the belt<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Of whirling Saturn, then away through space<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Till he and all his radiant brotherhood<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Dwindle to fire-flies round the brow of Night.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Thought is the great creator under God,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Begotten of his breathing, that can raise<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Shapes from the dust and give them Beauty's soul;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And though my empire be a continent,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Squared down from leagues to inches, what of that?<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The mind contains a world within its frame<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Which Fancy peoples o'er with radiant forms,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Replete with life and spirit excellence.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">O! there is glory in the thought that now<br /></span> +<span class="i0">I stand absolved from all the chilling forms<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And falsities of life, that like frail reeds<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Pierce the blind palms of those that lean on them,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And from the springs of my own being draw<br /></span> +<span class="i0">All strength, and hope, and joyance, all that makes<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Lone meditations sweet, and schools the heart<br /></span> +<span class="i0">For prophecy. In the o'erpeopled world<br /></span> +<span class="i0">We seem like babes that cannot walk alone,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">But fasten on the skirts of other men,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Their creeds, conclusions, and vain phantasies,<br /></span> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_3" id="Page_3">[Pg 3]</a></span> +<span class="i0">Too languid, or too weak to poize ourselves;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">But here the crutch is shattered at a blow,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Dependence made a thing for winds to blast,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And paraphrase in bitter mockery.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">From this retreat, as from a cloister calm,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">I dream upon the busy haunts of men<br /></span> +<span class="i0">As things that touch me not. An empire riven,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">A monarchy o'erthrown, here seem to me<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Importless as a foam-bell's death. The world<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And all its revolutions are now less<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Within my chronicles, than is the ken<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Of a star's orbit on the fines of space;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">But like a mariner saved from the wreck<br /></span> +<span class="i0">On this calm spot I stand, unscathed, secure<br /></span> +<span class="i0">From the rough throbbings of the sea of strife,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And woe, and clamour, wherewith this world's life<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Ebbs and declines unto the printless shore<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Of death. O! blessed change, if there were one<br /></span> +<span class="i0">To love me in this solitude, and make<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Life beautiful. My soul is wearied out<br /></span> +<span class="i0">With earth's fierce warfare, and its selfish ease;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The slights and coldness of the hollow crowds<br /></span> +<span class="i0">That are its arbiters; the changeful face,<br /></span> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_4" id="Page_4">[Pg 4]</a></span> +<span class="i0">The upstart arrogance of base-born fools,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Who crown them with their golden dross, and deem<br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>That</i> the all-potent badge of sovereignty.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">O thou, my heart! hast thou not framed for life<br /></span> +<span class="i0">A golden palace in all solitude,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Whither the strains of quiet melodies<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Float on the breath of memory, like songs<br /></span> +<span class="i0">From the dim bosom of the evening woods,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Peopling its chambers with sweet poesy?<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Hast thou not called the sunshine from the morn<br /></span> +<span class="i0">To circle thee with a pure spirit life,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And with the softness of its tender arms<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Clasp thee in the embrace of heav'nly love?<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Hast thou not heard the music of the stars,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">In the calm stillness of the summer night,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And read their jewell'd pages o'er and o'er,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Like the bright inspirations of a bard,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Till glowing strophes rung within thy soul<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Of glad Orion and clear Pleiades?<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Hast thou not seen the silv'ry moonshine thrill<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Upon the dusky mantle of the night,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Like radiant glances through a maiden's veil,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Till shaken thence they fell in a pure shower<br /></span> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_5" id="Page_5">[Pg 5]</a></span> +<span class="i0">O'er flood and field and bosky wilderness,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Wreathing earth with the glory of a saint?<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">O! thus to dwell far from the stir of life,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Far from its pleasures and its miseries,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Far from the panting cry of man's desire,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">That waileth upward in hoarse discontent,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And here to list but to that liquid voice<br /></span> +<span class="i0">That riseth in the spirit, and whose flow<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Is like a rivulet from Paradise—<br /></span> +<span class="i0">To hear the wanderings of divine thought<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Within the soul, like the low ebb and flow<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Of waters in the blue-deep ocean caves,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Forming itself a speech and melody<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Sweeter than words unto the aching sense—<br /></span> +<span class="i0">To stand alone with Nature where man's step<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Hath never bowed a grass-blade 'neath its weight,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Nor hath the sound of his rude utterance<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Broken the pauses of the wild-bird's song;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And thus in its unpeopled solitude<br /></span> +<span class="i0">To be the spirit of this universe,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Centering thought and reason in one frame,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And in the majesty of quenchless soul,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Rising unto the stature of a man,<br /></span> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_6" id="Page_6">[Pg 6]</a></span> +<span class="i0"><i>That</i> is to make life glorious and great,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Dissolving matter in the spiritual,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">As the green pine dissolveth into flame;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Not on the breath of popular applause<br /></span> +<span class="i0">That is the spectre of all nothingness;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Not on the fawning of a servile crew,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Who kiss the hem of fortune's purple robe,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And lick the dust before prosperity,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Waiting the cogging of the downward scale,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">To turn from slaves to bravos in the dark;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Not on the favours of the politic,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Who in the smile of honour, Persian-like,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Pamper the pampered from their banquet halls,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">But to his starving cry, when fortune frowns,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Mutter their falsehoods through the bolted gate;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">But in the brightness of the inner soul,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The placitude of peace and holy thought,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The joyous lightness of the spirit's wings,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Sweeping with equal strokes the azure sky<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Of Present, Past, and wide Futurity;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">In the high tidemarks on the sands of life,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Where thought hath swept her purifying wave,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Bearing the treasures of the unsearched deep<br /></span> +<span class="i0">To swell the riches of humanity.<br /></span> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_7" id="Page_7">[Pg 7]</a></span> +<span class="i0"><i>That</i> is a happiness apart from man<br /></span> +<span class="i0">To aid, to sympathise with, or destroy;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">In its calm solitude alike secure<br /></span> +<span class="i0">From the broad adulation of the weak,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And the strained condescension of the great,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Both insults to the mighty soul within,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">That is not prized but for its golden shrine.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Here there is that which makes the spirit free<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And noble in the measure of its strength,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Untrammelled by conventionalities<br /></span> +<span class="i0">That make the very light of heaven take worth<br /></span> +<span class="i0">According to the casement it shines through.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">O solitude! thy blessed power hath swept<br /></span> +<span class="i0">All earthly passions from my soul like weeds<br /></span> +<span class="i0">That choke the issues of eternal love.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">What now to me are hatred and revenge?<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Thoughts that if fleeting through the mind would fall<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Like unknown birds upon a foreign shore,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Strange, wonderful; where no false hearts are nigh<br /></span> +<span class="i0">To poison life with variance and strife.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">O holy Nature! thou art only love<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And peace and universal unity,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">From thy sweet bosom springeth up no seed<br /></span> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_8" id="Page_8">[Pg 8]</a></span> +<span class="i0">Of bitterness and sorrow, that like thorns<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Cling to the vesture of mortality,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Piercing the spirit through with cruel woe.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">With thee my soul could dwell for evermore,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Expanding all good feelings day by day,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Till, at the last, like roses in full bloom<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The blossoms fall from pure maturity.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Pride! Here no scale of inches is set up<br /></span> +<span class="i0">For man to strain his littleness against,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">But o'er me hangs the majesty of heaven,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Bright with the glory of the noontide sun;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Beneath, the Earth, that whispers "Thou art dust,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"Gat like a child forth from my fertile womb,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"And bone of my bone, thus, flesh of my flesh!"<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Thou glorious firmament that like God's love<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Enfoldest all creation utterly,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Making the pathway of the wheeling spheres<br /></span> +<span class="i0">A splendour, and a triumph, and a joy,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">That on the brightness of thine azure breast<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Settest the constellated stars like gems,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">To flash the glory of thy loveliness<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Through all the fulness of unmeasured space.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Can madness in its raving cast a thought<br /></span> +<span class="i0">To soar unto thy blessed perfectness,<br /></span> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_9" id="Page_9">[Pg 9]</a></span> +<span class="i0">Nor stand subdued with reverence and awe<br /></span> +<span class="i0">In contemplation of the Infinite?<br /></span> +<span class="i0">O Earth! thou Mother and true Monitress!<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Can thy frail children close their ears for aye<br /></span> +<span class="i0">'Gainst the deep-hearted warnings of thy voice?<br /></span> +<span class="i0">In the wild whirl of life the tones may die<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Amid the clangour of contending foes,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">But here, as in the stillness of the night,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Thy solemn teaching falleth on the soul<br /></span> +<span class="i0">To the vibration of the low heart-beat.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Then what is there to charm me back to life?<br /></span> +<span class="i0">To wrestle with the guilty and the vain,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And lose identity amid the crowd<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Who struggle onward after base desire.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">This quiet scene doth teach me how to weigh<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Your pleasures and your vanities aright;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">To hold as dross the honour that is flung<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Around man like a winter covering,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Which the same hand can pluck away again,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And leave the outcast shivering in the blast.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">There is no honour saving that within,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Which none, nor man, nor Death itself can snatch,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">But which falls from the spirit in its flight<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Like a prophetic mantle upon Time.<br /></span> +</div><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_10" id="Page_10">[Pg 10]</a></span> +<div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Pleasure! O World! in thine insanity<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Thou sinkest Soul into a poor buffoon,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Garbëd in tinsel and false ornament<br /></span> +<span class="i0">To play its antics on the stage of life,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">A thing for fools to laugh at in their mirth.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Thou sat'st thy lust upon the sapless husks<br /></span> +<span class="i0">That strew the highways of this pilgrimage,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Closing thine eyes unto their emptiness,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And out of folly turning sour to sweet.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Hast thou the joy that nature's converse sheds<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Thro' all the pulses of the quiet soul?<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The gentle calm that like a whispered song<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Steals o'er the sense with sweetest languishment?<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Hast thou the magic of the Beautiful,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Wreathing about thy spirit evermore,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">In sunshine and in shadow; when the stars<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Gather around the azure dome of heaven,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And the pale moon glides like a virgin bride<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Humbly behind the footsteps of her love:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">When the sweet morn dawns on the sleeping world<br /></span> +<span class="i0">To bring reality to visions bright;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And on the curtain of dissolving mist<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Arches the many-tinted sign of heaven?<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Hast thou the minstrelsie of the wild woods,<br /></span> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_11" id="Page_11">[Pg 11]</a></span> +<span class="i0">Clear-tided strains floating along the sky,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Swelling, subsiding, like a silvery sea<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Beneath the dulcet breathing of the south?<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Hast thou that essence of all joyousness—<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The glorious independence of the soul—<br /></span> +<span class="i0">That spurneth man's usurpëd tyranny,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The power of wealth, and hapless circumstance,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And, sweeping on its own unaided wings,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Measures the circuit of the boundless sky?<br /></span> +<span class="i0">What is thy wealth, that fadeth in the use,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And all the pomp and vanity it buys,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">To the rich treasure of undying thought,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Encreasing evermore, till like a dower<br /></span> +<span class="i0">It benizon humanity for aye?<br /></span> +<span class="i0">All thy poor gold resolveth into dust<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Before the test of such a scene as this:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Can it charm forth the blossom of a flower<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Ere summer bids it with her gentle smile?<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Can it restore the verdure to the leaf<br /></span> +<span class="i0">When yellow Autumn marks it for her own?<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Or, in the noontide bid the dew-shower rise<br /></span> +<span class="i0">To fill one rosy chalice to the brim?<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Go! gild thee with it, worldling, as thou wilt,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Yet all thy pains will leave thee but a fool!<br /></span> +</div><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_12" id="Page_12">[Pg 12]</a></span> +<div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Ay! there is love to beckon me away<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And lead me to a fountain of delight,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Gliding before me in its purity,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Like some bright angel guiding souls to heaven.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">O Love! have I not drained thee to the dregs,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Thy pleasures and thy sorrows equally;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Clinging unto thee as the Arab doth<br /></span> +<span class="i0">To his low fountain in the wilderness?<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Have I not gazed into thy tender eyes<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And read the secret of thy holiness,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Cleansing my soul in humbleness and faith,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">To shrine thee in thy fulness evermore?<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Have I not clasped thee in my frenzied arms<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And heard thy heart-beats answer back to mine,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Fainter and fainter till the deep voice stilled<br /></span> +<span class="i0">In the eternal silence of the grave?<br /></span> +<span class="i0">O be to me henceforth but some sweet dream<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Illumining the sky of Memory:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">A fixëd star of everlasting light<br /></span> +<span class="i0">To pilot me along the sea of life,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And keep the bearings of the spirit true.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Visit me in imagination's train,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The sweetest and the fairest child of Thought,<br /></span> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_13" id="Page_13">[Pg 13]</a></span> +<span class="i0">Till thro' my being, as thro' columned aisles<br /></span> +<span class="i0">When incense from the altar upward wreaths,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">There float the fragrance of thy breath divine.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Circle my soul in its far wanderings<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Thro' spirit lands and empyrean heights,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Where though it sink in wide bewilderment,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Thou wilt enfold it in thy dewy arms,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And pillow it to strength and fearlessness!<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Be to me like a heaven beyond all Time,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Dreamt of, and worshipped in this pilgrimage—<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The habitation of all pure desire,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Solace of sorrow, and the home of rest,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Where I may lay me from life's troublous way,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And feel Eternity rise in my soul!<br /></span> +<span class="i0">No, World! the cords that bound me unto thee<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Are snapt in sunder ne'er to join again,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Thy voice is waning fainter on mine ear,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And thine allurements powerless and vain.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">There springeth up within me a new want,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">A perfect yearning for the spiritual,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">That shaketh from its pinions all the cares<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And interests of earth, like cleaving dust<br /></span> +<span class="i0">That clogs its upward winging to the skies.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Wend onward, as thou wilt in weal or woe,<br /></span> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_14" id="Page_14">[Pg 14]</a></span> +<span class="i0">Swell the rude triumph of thy battle march,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Spread thy gay banners broadly to the wind,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And let thy clarions ring among the spheres;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Laurel thy heroes and thy favourites,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And pluck the crowns again from off their brows;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Worship thy follies, and thine empty gains,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And barter life for mammon—gold for dross.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Here let me lie upon the rear of Time,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Unheeded, unremembered, and alone,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Like a quick seed dropt by a flying dove,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">That groweth unto blossom and to fruit!<br /></span> +</div> +</div> + +<h4><span class="smcap">Scene.</span> <i>Night.</i><br /><br /> +<span class="smcap">Man.</span></h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">How still are all things now in earth and heaven!<br /></span> +<span class="i0">From the green-tided woods no rippling stir<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Breaks on the shore of silence; the sweet birds<br /></span> +<span class="i0">That sing, like naiads from the crystal deeps,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Amid the murmurous coverts, now are mute<br /></span> +<span class="i0">As dreams of faded happiness, and life<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Seems calmly slumb'ring in the arms of death.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The far waves alone are rocking in unrest,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">With moonlight flashing o'er them, but their sound<br /></span> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_15" id="Page_15">[Pg 15]</a></span> +<span class="i0">Dies in their own wild bosom, like a song<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Murmuring in the spirit of a man.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Thus is a poet's soul!—around it hangs<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The darkness of this world's reality,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Its cares and struggles and necessities;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">But in its firmament for ever shines<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The starlight of divine imaginings,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Shedding upon the waves of restless feeling,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And aspirations for the undefined,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The glory of a cloudless hemisphere.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">O Stars! that gaze upon me from on high,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Like angels from the gates of Paradise,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">That weave your myriads in a golden chain<br /></span> +<span class="i0">To bind creation with the Beautiful,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">As locks are interrun with precious gems<br /></span> +<span class="i0">To deck a queen out for her royalty:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Hear me, ye bright ones, for a poet's love,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And let light fall upon my swelling soul,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">To crest each rising thought with purity!<br /></span> +<span class="i0">There was a time—in youth, ere yet the sands<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Of life clogged 'neath satiety, but ran<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Lighter than blithe rills down a mountain's side;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">There was a time, when in my soul a voice<br /></span> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_16" id="Page_16">[Pg 16]</a></span> +<span class="i0">Rang faintly like a huntsman's horn afar,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Sounding along a forest; and I arose,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And listed, as the bounding Antelope<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Starts at the echo of a falling bough.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Louder it grew, and clearer—"Search for it!"<br /></span> +<span class="i0">What?—It melted from me, but the voice still came.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Then up I gat, and to the pressing world<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Sped on the wings of passion, striving on<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Thro' pleasure and thro' pain, alike unchecked.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Then, what were lets to me? Amongst the strong<br /></span> +<span class="i0">I wrestled for ambition's upper seats—<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Clung to the slippery shrouds of policy—<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And in my fury prayed for eagle's wings<br /></span> +<span class="i0">To poize me in the shadow of the sun.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">At wealth I grasped as a poor crippled wretch<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Grasps at the crutch that steadies him along;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Yet not for it but for the power it brought,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">For, Timon-like, within my heart of hearts<br /></span> +<span class="i0">I cursed the yellow dust I trampled on.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">But by the wayside I sat down and wept<br /></span> +<span class="i0">As a child weeps above some shattered toy.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Oh Misery! to climb the steep of life<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Led by a phantom without form or truth—<br /></span> +<span class="i0">To find reality still rising up<br /></span> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_17" id="Page_17">[Pg 17]</a></span> +<span class="i0">To crush hope's fabrics with relentless force.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">All was a fiction, but the voice said "Search!"<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And glory flashed before me like a wisp,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Dazzling me on to bloodshed, and to strife.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Upon the field I stood with Victory,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And Death in all its ghastliness—Around<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The dim watchfires stood like a burning wall<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Betwixt the dead and living. On that night<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Ye saw me, ye pure ministers of heaven,—<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Shone on my anguish and my bitter tears.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Then, when the mangled forms of fellow-men,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">With hideous passion stiff upon their lips,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Blanch'd 'neath the twilight of your glimmering!<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Oh! there lay one beside me—a mere youth—<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Whose dying hands had pressed unto his lips<br /></span> +<span class="i0">A long fair tress, through which his dying sigh<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Crept, as in happier days perchance did love's.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Witness, ye stars, of my abasement then,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Judged and condemned by that poor lover's pledge,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Lying there like a messenger of heaven,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Breathing of peace and love, mid deadly hate.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Glory! thou mirage on this desert life,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Charming the weary on to water springs<br /></span> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_18" id="Page_18">[Pg 18]</a></span> +<span class="i0">That shrivel up to barrenness ere reach'd!<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Thou shadow of a shadow that departs<br /></span> +<span class="i0">As the eye scans its bodiless outlines!<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Thou golden-imaged Ruin and Despair!<br /></span> +<span class="i0">When this earth cracks, like a poor blasted rock,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Before the burning of Almighty wrath,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Thy pallid spectre shall rise up to judge<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The wretched victims that did trust in thee!<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"O Heaven!" I said, "lead me to love and peace;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Love, that makes all things calm and beautiful,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And like the sun, e'en in its setting, flings<br /></span> +<span class="i0">A glory o'er the cloudy peaks of Time.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Peace—that doth hush the throbbing voice of life,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Till through the stillness of the Poet's soul,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The echoes of Seraphic harmonies<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Float like a spirit through the blue eterne."<br /></span> +<span class="i0">I said—"I will sit neath the ancient woods,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And list unto the voices of the winds<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Coming from far o'er spirit lands, and full<br /></span> +<span class="i0">With stolen snatches of their utterance."<br /></span> +<span class="i0">I said—"I will lay bare my soul unto the sun,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And let its glory rest there till it charm<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Forth from its womb, as flowers from the cold ground,<br /></span> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_19" id="Page_19">[Pg 19]</a></span> +<span class="i0">All lovely thoughts and high imaginings<br /></span> +<span class="i0">That shed sweet perfume o'er the waste of life.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And when the sickle of autumnal time<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Gathereth in the harvest of ripe thought,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Nourish and strengthen long futurity."<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Then as an eagle fleeth to his crag<br /></span> +<span class="i0">High in the stillness of the dim cloudland,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Fled I from man into the trackless woods,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">To sate my soul with quietude and song.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Then, too, ye saw me, ye pure orbs of heaven,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And sent your blessed radiance to my heart<br /></span> +<span class="i0">In the still twilight of my calm content!<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Then came an answer to the unseen voice—<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"O holy calmness of the inner soul!<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Treasure of treasures! sweetness of all sense!<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Athwart the smoothness of whose liquid tide<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Floateth the spirit of eternal love,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Tracing a pathway to the All-Divine!<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Thine is the perfectness of earthly bliss,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The brimming of life's chalice o'er with peace,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Till thro' all thought and feeling, the pure draught<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Sheddeth its gladness and serenity.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Thine is a joyance passing utterance,<br /></span> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_20" id="Page_20">[Pg 20]</a></span> +<span class="i0">A deep delight, that like the songs of heaven,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Swell through its fulness, but are mute without.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Thou art the goal of most sublime desire,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The haven that all longing seeketh for,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Where, shaded from the storms and blasts of life,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The bark glides gently down the stream of Time."<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">How cloudless is this azure firmament!<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Brighter than all the dreams of sinless youth!<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Deeper than the deep heart of woman's love!<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Now as I gaze upon each shining star,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">What visions steal upon me with its rays,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Of that which makes its glorious excellence!<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Can there be revelation of high truths<br /></span> +<span class="i0">But through the channels of weak sense alone,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Thus like a fountain filt'ring thro' the clay.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Or doth the soul hold converse spiritual<br /></span> +<span class="i0">With powers unseen that fill the universe,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Receiving, as by intuition, things<br /></span> +<span class="i0">That man attains not by intelligence?<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Is not the spirit perfect in itself,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Unmingled with the base alloy of earth<br /></span> +<span class="i0">That prisons it within this narrow sphere?<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Hath it not apprehension natural,<br /></span> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_21" id="Page_21">[Pg 21]</a></span> +<span class="i0">Attributive as immortality,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Unshackled by an organ that will die<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Beneath the friction of a few short years?<br /></span> +<span class="i0">O there is blindness on us in this life,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">That seeth not the things which lie around,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">E'en in the circuit of our littleness!<br /></span> +<span class="i0">But death will loose the scales from off our eyes,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And smite our fleshly dwelling place in twain;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Freeing the spirit, till with joyous wings<br /></span> +<span class="i0">It cleave the limits of immensity.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Yet <i>now</i> the soul will shake its fetters off,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And yearn unto the freedom of the skies,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Like a poor bird whose life is liberty.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Yon star, methinks, must be a glorious world,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Where Nature hath a spiritual life<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And bloometh on in Spring perpetual,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Unsatiating in its loveliness.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Verdure of herb and leafy plenitude<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Spread o'er it like a vesture, and the glow<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Of sunlit waters smiling from afar,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Half as in fancy, half reality.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The skies above it glassy and serene<br /></span> +<span class="i0">As the reflection of its own repose,<br /></span> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_22" id="Page_22">[Pg 22]</a></span> +<span class="i0">And every new alternation of the light<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Shedding new beauties on the scene below.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Thus far in fashion, kin to Earth as Time<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Beareth the impress of Eternity,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">But differing henceforth as the gentle dove<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Doth from the vulture on its carrion:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The dwellers on this paradisal sphere<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Methinks, must be of glorious lineament,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Clad with the brightness of eternal youth,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And buoyant with internal blessedness.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Spirits that shining with untarnished light,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Radiate, and make matter luminous,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Filling the eyes with sweet felicity,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And love, and peace, and all emotions pure.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">No sorrow there to make the vision dim,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And wash the mellow ripeness from the cheek;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">No guilty deed to brand the heart with shame,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And write its direful sentence on the brow;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">No rankling venom struggling through the veins,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And blasting all the kindliness within,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Till like a torrent bursting o'er restraint,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">It spread its desolation on mankind;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">But a pure regnant holiness and love,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Directing impulse with most queenly sway<br /></span> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_23" id="Page_23">[Pg 23]</a></span> +<span class="i0">To ends of tenderness and charity;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">A nature purified by fellowship<br /></span> +<span class="i0">With angels and bright ministers of Heaven,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">That wander thither from their homes above<br /></span> +<span class="i0">On missions of benignity and grace.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And in this pleasaunce, as by holy need,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">There reigneth deep communion of soul,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">That frameth as it were one atmosphere<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Of joy, and hope, and blessedness for all;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">No selfish pleasures fluttering before<br /></span> +<span class="i0">To woo satanic emulation forth,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">But all combining for one common weal,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Moved still by sympathetic influence.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">How passing beautiful must they not be,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Thus dower'd with Virtue's highest attributes,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">That from the spiritual springeth up<br /></span> +<span class="i0">A living fount of light and loveliness.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Soul is the life of Beauty, as the sun<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Is of the universe it luminates.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">O what were matter, fashioned ne'er so fair,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">But for the beaming of that quenchless light<br /></span> +<span class="i0">That plays around it, like the radiance<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Of heaven's own glory stamped upon its work?<br /></span> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_24" id="Page_24">[Pg 24]</a></span> +<span class="i0">What were the charm of the soft arching brow<br /></span> +<span class="i0">White as the snow-flake 'neath its golden braid?<br /></span> +<span class="i0">What were the dimpled cheek with roseate shades<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Spread o'er it like the budding of a flower,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The lips' ripe crimson, and the melting eye,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Unbrightened by the sunshine from within,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The emanations of seraphic thought,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And full emotion, kindling into life<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Light, grace, the temple that they glorify?<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Oh Death! when thou dost bear the soul away<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The charm is shattered—the illusion gone!<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Ay, they are beautiful, and as bright forms<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Make fair the mirrors that they image in,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">So are their courses glorious and glad.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Still doth their swelling harmony ascend<br /></span> +<span class="i0">In thrilling cadence to the gates of heaven,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Making the air about them sweet with joy,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">As summer's breath with floral incense fumes;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And every echo learns the words of love,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And wonders at its sweet deliciousness,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Repeating o'er and o'er the honied tones<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Till they infuse into their secret souls.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">O ye bright orbs! your shining would be dimmed<br /></span> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_25" id="Page_25">[Pg 25]</a></span> +<span class="i0">By sin and all its pallid consequence,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Till scarce a glimmer fluttered on the sky<br /></span> +<span class="i0">To 'lume the dreamer to your sadden'd sphere.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">But ye have held your priceless birthright sure,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And walk among the panoply of heaven,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Clear and true-hearted as the sons of God.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Yet may we gaze upon you from afar<br /></span> +<span class="i0">As the unstained gaze on the innocent,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Lovely and peerless in their purity,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Smitten and wondering with humbleness<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Of that which is your everlasting dower;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Quenching within us pride and earthliness<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Before the glance of your serenity;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Aspiring ever for the spirit life,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">That casting off this fleshly tenement,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">With all its weakness and infirmities,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Entereth on the cycle of the just,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Unstained, immortal, glorious and strong!<br /></span> +</div></div> + +<h4><span class="smcap">Scene.</span> <i>A Grove—Noontide.</i><br /><br /> +<span class="smcap">Man.</span></h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">There is no place so sweet as the greenwoods<br /></span> +<span class="i0">In summer, heaven and earth awake with sounds<br /></span> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_26" id="Page_26">[Pg 26]</a></span> +<span class="i0">Melodial; the ripple of the breeze<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Amongst the sun-green leaves, and pliant boughs,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Just like the rustle of young summer's dress;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The songs of birds, and the low mystic hum<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Of bees amongst their floral treasuries;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Sweetest of all, the cool and liquid tones<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Of brooks—nature's true-hearted bards, who draw<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Bright inspirations from a pebbled ridge,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And frame them into sweetest melody.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">There's poetry in every pendent leaf<br /></span> +<span class="i0">If we could read them truly; but our hearts<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Grow strange to nature's language in the world,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Nor can translate their heaven lore. Ev'ry change<br /></span> +<span class="i0">From bud to full-blown ripeness, thence again<br /></span> +<span class="i0">To sereness and decay, is as the flow<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Of a short tale, whose moral is life's history.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The woods were made for poets and all dreamers,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Men who philosophize Time's hour-glass down,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And younger grow, till with the last shot sand—<br /></span> +<span class="i0">They die. The very leaves are fanciful,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And write their maxims on the sward in sun<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And shadow. Here I'll lay me down and dream<br /></span> +<span class="i0">An hour away amongst these violets!<br /></span> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_27" id="Page_27">[Pg 27]</a></span> +<span class="i0">O my heart joys to gaze upon the sky<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Gleaming athwart green leaves, like happiness<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Above the gloom and shadow of the world!<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Then, thought first feels its attribute divine,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And like a callow eagle spreads its wings,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And makes its rest amid the lumin'd heavens.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The lark sings poized above me in the sun,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Like Moslem in his gilded minaret<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Calling the faithful unto matin prayer.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">There would my spirit follow thee, sweet bird,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Ling'ring for ever in the midway air,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Earth shrouded 'neath me by ascending mists,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And sunny-crested cloudlets, like the base<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Of bright Imagination's airy halls,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Whose roof is the star-fretted empyrean:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Thence let the world hear my full gushing joy,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And thrill at pleasures they can never know,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Hear the sweet tumult of my throbbing breast,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Like a clear spring of joyance bubbling up<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And overflowing time and space with streams;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Whilst I, wrapt in my own high blessedness,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Drain the sweet nectar shareless and alone.<br /></span> +</div></div> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_28" id="Page_28">[Pg 28]</a></span></p> +<h4><span class="smcap">Spirit.</span></h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">The lark is beauteous in its skiey home,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Amid the confluence of heaven's brightest rays<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Singing for heaven and earth undying hymns<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Of beauty, and deep-hearted tenderness;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">But more, when sinking on its own sweet song,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">It flutter, jubilant, to its soft nest<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Couched in the lowly bosom of the earth.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And so it is with life. Man may build up<br /></span> +<span class="i0">A pillar of misanthropy and self,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Raising him, statue-like, above his kind,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And emulate the monumental stone<br /></span> +<span class="i0">In coldness and stern-browed indifference,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">But in the paths of love, and sympathy,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And lowly charity, true glory lies,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The substance of all joy and happiness.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Let not thy spirit spurn man's fellowship,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And force the stream of kindness up life's steep,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Till, 'mid the rocky peaks of Thought it flow<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Unmargined by the verdant bloom of Act.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Shun Self! 'tis like the worm a rosy bud<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Folds in its young embraces till it gnaw<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The heart out. Nature's is no volume writ<br /></span> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_29" id="Page_29">[Pg 29]</a></span> +<span class="i0">For his interpreting who measures still<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Her wisdom by the inverted standard rule<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Of his own barrenness and blind conceit.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">There's not a flower but with its own sweet breath<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Cries out on selfishness, the while it gives<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Its fragrant treasures to the summer air;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And not a bird within the greenwood shade,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The burden of whose gentle minstrelsie<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Is not of love and open-hearted joy.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The blest of earth are they whose sympathies<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Are free to all as streams by the wayside,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Cheering, sustaining by their limpid tide,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The weary and the footsore of the earth.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">O summer sunshine! floating round all things,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Meadow and hill and leafy coverture,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Steeping all Nature in most sweet delight,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Till upward from the bosom of the earth,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Before so cold and blank and unadorned,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Spring fairest flowers to gladden and adore—<br /></span> +<span class="i0">That fillest the blue vault of heaven with smiles<br /></span> +<span class="i0">As of a mother smiling on her child,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Pure, holy, without guile or artifice,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Melting the spirit of each fleeting cloud<br /></span> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_30" id="Page_30">[Pg 30]</a></span> +<span class="i0">From darkness unto beauty and soft grace—<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Thou art the emblem of that perfect love<br /></span> +<span class="i0">That sheddeth joy around it evermore,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And from whose sweetness rise all gentle thoughts<br /></span> +<span class="i0">As scent from vernal flowers; that in the heart<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Waketh all goodness by a magic spell,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">As the fine touch of blindness makes a page<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Start into instant light and eloquence.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Cherish thou kindness ever, for this life<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Would be most blissful if its sunshine came<br /></span> +<span class="i0">To strengthen on Endeavour to its aim.<br /></span> +</div></div> + +<h4><span class="smcap">Man.</span></h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Methinks there is no blessedness in life<br /></span> +<span class="i0">More full than that which springs in solitude;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">A fount unruffled by the outer world,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Unmingled with its honey or its gall;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">But welling through the spirit silently,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Like a pure rill within a garden's bounds.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Let my life float, like the sad Indian's lamp,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Along the waves of Time, unpiloted<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Save by the breath of heaven, and the stirred tide,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Till when its course be run it sink to rest<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Beyond the ken and fathoming of man;<br /></span> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_31" id="Page_31">[Pg 31]</a></span> +<span class="i0">Let me not be a legend mouthed about<br /></span> +<span class="i0">By empty gossips o'er their clinking cups,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Who tell the last sad tale and with a smack<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Turn to the merits of the passing wine.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">'Twere something to be wept for by the young<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And beautiful, but tears are things that dry<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Sooner than dew upon the waking flowers,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Leaving the heart e'en gladder for their flow.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">O could my life subside into a dream<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Rising amid the stillness of calm sleep,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Filling the soul with radiant images<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Of love, and grace, and beauty, all serene<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And shadowless as yon blue sky is now!—<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Would that the outward shows and forms of things<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Could melt away from cold reality<br /></span> +<span class="i0">To the warm brightness of the spiritual,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Losing the grossness of this present world,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">As a fair face doth mirror'd in a glass—<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And thus, reposing in seraphic trance,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Let the few years of earth's existence pass,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Like minutes in the quietness of sleep,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And waken to the glorious dawn of Heaven,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Refreshed, and scatheless from mortality.<br /></span> +</div></div> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_32" id="Page_32">[Pg 32]</a></span></p> +<h4><span class="smcap">Spirit.</span></h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Thy wish, attain'd, would brand thee deep with shame;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Life was not made to rust in idle sloth<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Until the canker eat its gloss away,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">But like a falchion to grow bright with use,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And hew a passage to eternal bliss!<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Canst thou stand 'fore that glory of the sun,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">That like God's beacon on Eternity<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Wakeneth up Creation unto Act,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And sheddeth strength and hope, to cheer them on,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Yet rebel-wise cast down thine untried arms,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Ere foes assail thee, or thy work be done?<br /></span> +<span class="i0">No, there's a power within the soul that yearns<br /></span> +<span class="i0">For action, as the lark for liberty,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Pursuing ever with insatiate thirst<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And aspiration, some unsubstant aim.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">There is assertion of the rule divine,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">That rest must follow labour as the night<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Closeth the turmoil of the wakeful day;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Then let the bright sun lead thee like a king<br /></span> +<span class="i0">With dauntless heart to struggle and o'ercome,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Uncheck'd by mischance or poor discontent,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">That shrivels up a monarch to a clown,<br /></span> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_33" id="Page_33">[Pg 33]</a></span> +<span class="i0">And rends his purple into beggar's rags.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Let no alluring plea of sensuous ease<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Draw thee away from honour's rugged path,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Till sleep fall on thee from the wings of death,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And bear thee to sweet dreams and Paradise!<br /></span> +</div></div> + +<h4><span class="smcap">Man.</span></h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">How sweet it is to read fair Nature o'er<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Reclining thus upon her gentle breast,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Like a young child that in her mother's face<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Traceth the motions of deep tenderness,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Listing the murmurs of strange melodies<br /></span> +<span class="i0">That wander ever round her fresh and clear,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Whence the sweet singers of our earth have caught<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Rapt harmonies and echoed them for aye!<br /></span> +<span class="i0">What study is like Nature's lumined page,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">So glorious with perfect excellence,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">That like the flowing of a mighty wind<br /></span> +<span class="i0">It fills the crevices and deeps of soul!<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">No upper chamber and no midnight oil<br /></span> +<span class="i0">For me, to throw dim light upon the scroll,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Whose feeble pedantry dulls down the soul<br /></span> +<span class="i0">From high imaginings to senseless words;<br /></span> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_34" id="Page_34">[Pg 34]</a></span> +<span class="i0">But for my lamp I'll have the summer sun<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Set in the brightness of the firmament;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">My chamber shall be canopied by heaven,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Gemmed by the glory of the fixëd stars,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And round it floating evermore the breath<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Of nascent flowers, and fragrant greenery:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And for my books, all lovely things in Earth<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And air, and heaven, all seasons and all times.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The Spring shall bring me all the thoughts of youth,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Its budding hopes and buoyant happiness;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">'Twill sing me lays of tenderness and love,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">That are the first sweet flowers of childhood's days,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And win me back to purity and joy<br /></span> +<span class="i0">With the untainted current of its breath.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Summer will be the volume of the heart,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Expanded with the strength of growing life,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Swelling with full brimm'd feeling evermore,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And power and passion longing to be forth;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">'Twill tell of life quick with the seed of thought,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Rising incessant into bud and bloom,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And shedding hope and promise over Time,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Like the sweet breath that tells the mariner<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Of fragrant shores fast rising in his course.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Then Autumn, glorious with accomplishment,<br /></span> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_35" id="Page_35">[Pg 35]</a></span> +<span class="i0">The harvest and the fruitage of the past,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Stored with the gladness and the gain of life,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Or sadden'd by its unproductiveness;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And Winter like a prophecy would come<br /></span> +<span class="i0">To warn me of the end that draweth nigh.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Each falling leaf that flutter'd from its bough,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Pale with the sereness of keen-biting frosts,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Would teach me that the ties of earth must loose,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">One after one, the interests and joys<br /></span> +<span class="i0">That made life's excellent completeness up,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Until the trunk, stripped of its verdant dress,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Stand in the naked dreadfulness of death.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Thus will my soul learn wisdom true and deep,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Not in the school of petty prejudice,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Where truth is measured out by interest,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And duty shrinks into expediency;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Not in the volumes of pedantic fools,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Who bind up knowledge, mummy-like, with terms,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">That sunder'd, the enclosure turns to dust;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Not in the false philosophy of man,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Who speculates on causes and effects,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Yet thrusts his hand into the scorching flame,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And wonders that it singeth in the act—<br /></span> +<span class="i0">But from her teaching who can never err,<br /></span> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_36" id="Page_36">[Pg 36]</a></span> +<span class="i0">The Pure, the Beautiful, the Mother mind,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">That in the fulness of her unsearch'd soul,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Shrineth all knowledge and all loveliness!<br /></span> +</div></div> + +<h4><span class="smcap">Spirit.</span></h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Ay! there are lessons of true wisdom writ<br /></span> +<span class="i0">In every page of Nature, from the flower<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Man treads beneath him as he wanders past,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The humblest and the weakest thing of earth,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Yet with its sweet breath rising on the air<br /></span> +<span class="i0">To make the fragrance of the summer full,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Up to the rattle of the thunder cloud,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The voice of heaven heard rolling through the spheres<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Till earth is dumb and stricken at the sound;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Then let thy heart lean to them reverently,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Knowing that action is the end of thought;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And thus from Nature bring thou precepts still<br /></span> +<span class="i0">To guide thee nobly through this pilgrim world!<br /></span> +<span class="i0">One deed wrought out in holiness and love<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Is richer than all vain imaginings!<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Let then her lore fulfil thee evermore,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And like high inspiration send thee forth<br /></span> +<span class="i0">To prophecy aloud unto mankind<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Of love, and peace, and verity sublime.<br /></span> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_37" id="Page_37">[Pg 37]</a></span> +<span class="i0">Let not disaster daunt thee, nor reproach,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">No feeble yelpings of the toothless curs<br /></span> +<span class="i0">That follow on the heels of all who walk<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The highways of this world in faithfulness,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And strength, but like a wild swan on the wave<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Let every billow swelling round thy breast<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Raise thee in spirit nigher unto heaven!<br /></span> +</div></div> + +<h4><span class="smcap">Scene.</span> <i>A Grove—Sunset.</i><br /><br /> +<span class="smcap">Man.</span></h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">O, Earth is beautiful! In such a scene<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The everlasting curse that sin entailed<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Strikes on the heart by contrast, as though heaven<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Rolled back its portals till the holy wrath<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Of God burst on Creation. All is still<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Save the rapt nightingale, that sings to rest<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Earth's warring multitudes, and this bright rill<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Whose voice is eloquent as poesy.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The very breeze is hush'd that stirr'd the leaves<br /></span> +<span class="i0">To pleasure, and the golden clouds float on<br /></span> +<span class="i0">As though an angel steered them o'er the plain<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Of heaven. It is a blessed thing to feel<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The melody of silence in the woods,<br /></span> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_38" id="Page_38">[Pg 38]</a></span> +<span class="i0">When outer life is hushed, and in the heart<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The echo of its murmurous sweetness sounds,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">As in the pauses of a song the harp<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Still vibrates. 'Tis a test by which the soul<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Lies open unto Nature, for its frame,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Impure or guilty, unto discord turns<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Those tones of peace and harmony. Perchance<br /></span> +<span class="i0">These woods ne'er heard the voice of man till now,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Nor know the motion of his jarring thoughts.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">I feel the weight of judgment o'er my head<br /></span> +<span class="i0">If, Adam-like, I bring the brand of guilt<br /></span> +<span class="i0">On this unfallen Paradise. In sooth<br /></span> +<span class="i0">This scene is rich in Eden loveliness,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And peace, and the rude din of jabbering crowds<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Unheard as when Earth's generations yet<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Lay in the womb of Time. How soft the air<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Breathes with the scent of flow'rs, o'er which the dew<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Hangs like a charm of sweetness! Ah, fair Earth!<br /></span> +<span class="i0">'Tis sad to die and leave thee e'en for heaven;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Yet the blue sky above is glorious,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And brings the spirit visions of bright scenes<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Yet lovelier than this. There is a veil<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Of dreamy beauty o'er it, from whose woof<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The mystic star-eyes glimmer like a bride's.<br /></span> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_39" id="Page_39">[Pg 39]</a></span> +<span class="i0">In such an hour peace steals upon the soul,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Like the soft twilight o'er the toiling world;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">There is no room for passion—strife would blush<br /></span> +<span class="i0">As at the chiding of a gentle glance.<br /></span> +</div></div> + +<h4><span class="smcap">Spirit.</span></h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Eve brings forth bright thoughts from the soul, like stars<br /></span> +<span class="i0">From the blue heavens. Its sweet serenity<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Is as a boon of mercy from above,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Restoring rest unto a toil-doomed world.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Dost thou not turn from this to the pure calm<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Of Heaven as by a spell?<br /></span> +</div></div> + +<h4><span class="smcap">Man.</span></h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i12">Ay! yonder cloud,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Bright with the last faint glances of the sun,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Bears my soul thither.<br /></span> +</div></div> + +<h4><span class="smcap">Spirit.</span></h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i12">All the Beautiful<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Points like the pilot-flower, magnetically,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">To Heaven, where beauty is accomplish'd. Earth<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Is but the reproduction of one form,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Whose perfectness is heaven, and thus the mind,<br /></span> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_40" id="Page_40">[Pg 40]</a></span> +<span class="i0">Unblinded by the blighting mist of sin,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Sees emblems of its everlasting hope<br /></span> +<span class="i0">In Nature's loveliness. This quiet hour<br /></span> +<span class="i0">When the calm'd heart cries truce unto itself,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And lays the weapons of resentment down,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And bitterness and anger, yields the bliss<br /></span> +<span class="i0">That in completeness is the bliss of Heaven.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The Earth is ne'er so sweet as when it seems<br /></span> +<span class="i0">By intuition to the soul like Heaven,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And in the spirit earthliness dissolves<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Like mist before the sunshine.<br /></span> +</div></div> + +<h4><span class="smcap">Man.</span></h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i12">There's a power<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Within the soul that makes it yearn to soar<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Up to the Infinite, and, eagle-like,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Bask in the unveiled glory of the sun;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">But this frame clogs its aspirations all,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Like gyves that press the struggling captive down.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Tell me of other worlds?<br /></span> +</div></div> + +<h4><span class="smcap">Spirit.</span></h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i12">There is a world<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Bright as yon star that flecks the wing of night,<br /></span> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_41" id="Page_41">[Pg 41]</a></span> +<span class="i0">And sheds its glory o'er the Universe,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Made up of such pure loveliness within,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">That like a gem it glistens through the crust,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And makes heaven luminous. A chasten'd sound<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Of never failing melody still floats<br /></span> +<span class="i0">About it, like an ocean, undulating<br /></span> +<span class="i0">To the sweet breath of summer scented airs,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">From hill to dale and leafy-tufted woods,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">That catch the humours of the golden sun,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And deck them in his livery. There falls<br /></span> +<span class="i0">From the soft twilight gloom of sparry grots,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And crystal pillar'd caverns, many a stream<br /></span> +<span class="i0">That breaks in light and music on the soul,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And like a diamond-sandall'd spirit glides<br /></span> +<span class="i0">In beauty through the land, margined by flowers<br /></span> +<span class="i0">That mirror in its tide, and seem like stars<br /></span> +<span class="i0">In heaven. There are flowers everywhere, in vale<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Hill-side and woodland, in the sun and shade,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">That whether dreams be on them, or they wake,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Send evermore sweet incense to the heavens.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Sun-crested mountains, softened into grace<br /></span> +<span class="i0">By the blue tints of distance, lend new charms<br /></span> +<span class="i0">To verdant swarded valleys, in whose lap<br /></span> +<span class="i0">As in a mother's bosom, waters lie<br /></span> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_42" id="Page_42">[Pg 42]</a></span> +<span class="i0">And ripple to the wooing of the winds.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The very clouds that scan the blue of heaven,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Fused sometimes by the sunshine as with soul,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Or flaked by the light fancies of the gale,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Form to the vision labyrinths of grace<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And beauty, that melt into space, and spread<br /></span> +<span class="i0">A hemisphere of magic o'er the orb—<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And thro' this world at morning, noon, and night,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">A dreamy sweetness wanders, varying<br /></span> +<span class="i0">From blessing unto blessing, that the sense<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Of pleasure dull not with satiety.<br /></span> +</div></div> + +<h4><span class="smcap">Man.</span></h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">And it is habited?<br /></span> +</div></div> + +<h4><span class="smcap">Spirit.</span></h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i10">By beings framed<br /></span> +<span class="i0">After the model of all perfectness.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">In some the majesty of strength sublime,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Rejoicing on the nervous power of life<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Like the broad noontide sun, with glances bold<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And open as the soul lies unto God,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And brows that thought wreathes with a glorious crown<br /></span> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_43" id="Page_43">[Pg 43]</a></span> +<span class="i0">Of fadeless immortality, which shines<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Like lightning, playing round the arc of heaven.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And some there are as gentle and as fair<br /></span> +<span class="i0">As flowers made animate, whose motions are<br /></span> +<span class="i0">More graceful than the sweep of evening gales<br /></span> +<span class="i0">O'er moonlit waters; and whose beauty fills<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The air they breathe with sweetness, and to life<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Is what the sunshine is to summer. All<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Are filled with deathless spirits, capable<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Of joy, and love, and holiness, that make,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Together, heaven's felicity. The strong,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Tho' they be trenchëd round with mighty thoughts,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Without one breach for weakness, in their souls<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Feel the sweet want for love's pure tenderness,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">That, like the dew, may soothe the eagle's breast,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And send it soaring nigher to the sun.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Thus to their lives they graft the fragile blossom,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Whose sweetness is an amulet to lay<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Life's else perturbëd spirit; so that all<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Have oneness of necessity and good.<br /></span> +</div></div> + +<h4><span class="smcap">Man.</span></h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">O! I can compass spirit that could grasp<br /></span> +<span class="i0">A star and dash it from its orbit, till<br /></span> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_44" id="Page_44">[Pg 44]</a></span> +<span class="i0">It flew through space eternally, and whelmed<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Myriads of spheres in flaming ruin, yet<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Cannot consummate that which is so light,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">One hour's emancipation from this clod<br /></span> +<span class="i0">To wander thro' such worlds. Which brightest orb<br /></span> +<span class="i0">In heaven's wide treasury shines in thy tale?<br /></span> +</div></div> + +<h4><span class="smcap">Spirit.</span></h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Listen! e'en in this paradise there works<br /></span> +<span class="i0">A mighty power of evil, conjured there<br /></span> +<span class="i0">By acts of foreknown consequence. This rears<br /></span> +<span class="i0">A standard of rebellion against God,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And whirls a giddy tide of interest<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And pleasure to suck souls unto itself,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The centre—dashing sorrow like salt foam<br /></span> +<span class="i0">To sterilize humanity. Yet still<br /></span> +<span class="i0">There is a virtue, given to make its guiles<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Shrink into ruin, like a withered leaf,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And pass the spirit scatheless. 'Tis a strife<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Of spirit against spirit, whose result<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Of loss or gain fashions eternity.<br /></span> +</div></div> + +<h4><span class="smcap">Man.</span></h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">O! it is fine to brace the spirit up,<br /></span> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_45" id="Page_45">[Pg 45]</a></span> +<span class="i0">To struggle with its foes, and feel it swell<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Till it could shake a thousand demons off<br /></span> +<span class="i0">As lightly as a lion doth the drops<br /></span> +<span class="i0">That eve sheds on him. There's no joy like that<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Of danger met, and danger overcome.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The soul is like a sword that rusts to lie<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Inglorious in its scabbard, but will flash<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Bright as the lightning in the battle field.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Spirit! will death transport to such a world?<br /></span> +</div></div> + +<h4><span class="smcap">Spirit.</span></h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Thou art upon it—It is earth—Itself<br /></span> +<span class="i0">All lovely, but man's soul so warped and blind<br /></span> +<span class="i0">He scarce can see her beauty, but still scans<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The stars of heaven for that which lies displayed<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Beneath his feet. The heart rears phantoms up<br /></span> +<span class="i0">To overthrow reality, and make<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Intention stand for Act. 'Tis well to boast<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Of spirit warfare in another sphere,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Yet like a craven slight the trumpet call<br /></span> +<span class="i0">That bids man up and strive in this. In life<br /></span> +<span class="i0">There is a struggle evermore, wherein<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The spirit grapples with such subtle foes,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">That victory is glory infinite.<br /></span> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_46" id="Page_46">[Pg 46]</a></span> +<span class="i0">No crumbling stone to whet ambition on,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">That 'neath the sapping of one wave of Time,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Melts to the substance of oblivion.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">It is nobility to walk through life<br /></span> +<span class="i0">With a stout heart and cheerful courage on—<br /></span> +<span class="i0">To look on sorrow with undaunted mien,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And smile away the fears that trouble brings—<br /></span> +<span class="i0">To bear unto the stricken solace sweet<br /></span> +<span class="i0">As water to the wounded, and to be<br /></span> +<span class="i0">A strength and an assurance to the weak.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Ay! life, like matter, is atomic, and<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Man blows unto the winds what multiplied<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Makes up the universe. This radiant earth,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Which, in its penitential moods the heart<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Feels were a paradise if guilt were not,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Sprung from the womb of space, in perfectness<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Co-equal with the fairest orb that holds<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Vice-royalty in heaven for the sun;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Form, substance, seeming, and that vivid charm<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Which is the soul of matter like in each.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Mind differs only, making fair seem dull<br /></span> +<span class="i0">With what it glances through, and thus yon star<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Viewed with man's callous nature, would resolve<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Into reality as cold as Earth.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">O Earth! thou Beauty! and thou Wonderful!<br /></span> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_47" id="Page_47">[Pg 47]</a></span> +<span class="i0">That from thy bosom like a living womb<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Bringest all forms of loveliness and grace<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Into the gladness of the summer air—<br /></span> +<span class="i0">That givest to the winds that are the breath<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And heaving of thy passion, wingëd thoughts<br /></span> +<span class="i0">To root, seed-like, into the ground, and spring,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Bud, blossom, nourish'd ever by young showers,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And moon-distillëd dews, until they make<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Thine utterance odorous. That from thy soul,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">As from an unseen presence of divinest light,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Dartest into the spirit subtle rays<br /></span> +<span class="i0">That quicken life to blessing, as the breath<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Of being stirreth the inanimate,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Making existence joy, and love, and power.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">O woods! and rustling forests! Ye that send<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Soft murmurs ever to the ends of heaven,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And from your breast, as from a poet's soul,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Issue all sweetest melodies of birds<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And leafy eloquence. O springs! and streams!<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Blithe hearted wanderers throughout the earth,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Tracing your footsteps still with flowers that rise<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Like stars beneath the feet of Night. O hills!<br /></span> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_48" id="Page_48">[Pg 48]</a></span> +<span class="i0">O mighty mountains! round whose hoary brows<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Gather the mystic clouds of heaven, like thoughts<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Of unimagined wisdom, that are rocked<br /></span> +<span class="i0">To slumber by the deep-songed hurricanes,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Sons of Destruction, and whose waking voice<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Is the eternal thunder. O wide ocean!<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Swelling for ever with the mighty throes<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Of Nature's agony and ceaseless Act;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Emblem of Time and of Eternity!<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Time the great worker, the Implacable,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">That with the roll of human will and deed,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And hopes, and joys, and shatter'd purposes<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Dashes relentless on! Eternity—<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The Pauseless, the Insatiate! the gulf<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Whereto all motion, all existence flows,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Enters and ends. O sunshine! and cool shade,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And all that makes earth beautiful and sweet!<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Soft moonlight! life's pure maidenhood, whose dreams<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Are gleams of antenatal blessedness,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Witness for Earth's equality, and bid<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The sister orbs of heaven cry "Hail!" to her.<br /></span> +</div></div> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_49" id="Page_49">[Pg 49]</a></span></p> +<h4><span class="smcap">Man.</span></h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">O Mother Earth! methinks I hear a voice<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Sound 'mid the surging of the stars of heaven,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Like a clear trump athwart the mighty roar<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Of falling waters.<br /></span> +<span class="i10">"Oh thou beautiful,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"Frail daughter of Immensity! that hangest<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"Upon the bosom of dim night, at once<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"A glory, and a brightness, and a shame—<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"That from the urn of everlasting love<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"Drinkest of light and immortality,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"Like a fair child in waywardness and mirth,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"Triumphing in her loveliness; the swell<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"Of thy rapt harmonies is mute in heaven,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"That once rang through the arches of all space,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"A wonder and an ecstasy; but still<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"Thy path is with the glorious and pure,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"Spanning the empyrean with a jewelled zone,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"Making heaven beautiful, and with thy grace<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"Charming to goodness, though thou act it not.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"Arise, O lovely fondling of the skies!<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"Wake from the silence of thy fallen doom,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"Breathe forth thy sweetness to the longing air;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"The angels are about thee evermore,<br /></span> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_50" id="Page_50">[Pg 50]</a></span> +<span class="i0">"Like watchers o'er a stricken one, that hold<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"A glass to catch the life-mist from her lips.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"Arise! and don thy bridal vestments pure,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"And lead the train of heaven to the morn!<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"Art thou not beautiful, Daughter of Heaven?—<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"Beautiful as a bride before the sun,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"Gliding along the blue serene of space,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"Pensive and glorious; showering soft light<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"Upon the path of heaven, as from the eyes<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"Of downward-glancing cherubim. Arise!<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"Stand in the light of lights, and bare thy soul<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"Unto the searching of the undimmed spheres!"<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">O, Spirit! are there angels hovering now<br /></span> +<span class="i0">In the dim ocean of this twilight air?<br /></span> +</div></div> + +<h4><span class="smcap">Spirit.</span></h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">There are pure angels ever round the earth,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">As stars are round the azure dome of heaven,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">In sunshine and in twilight and in gloom,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">That with the sweetness of an unseen love<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Circle humanity, and like the lark<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Hid in the glory of the noonday sun,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Pour o'er the world heaven's constant tenderness.<br /></span> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_51" id="Page_51">[Pg 51]</a></span> +<span class="i0">Some in the soft-hued glimmering of dreams,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Through the unfolded lattices of sleep,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Steal to the soul in visions of delight,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Pure and benignant as the evening dew<br /></span> +<span class="i0">That cools the bosom of the blushing rose.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Some all unseen, save in the blessed care,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">That like a lover's arm, from life's rough way<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Presses the serried thorns that choke it up;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">But all as with an atmosphere of love,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And peace and strength encircling man, alike<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Within him and without, that the foul breath<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Of pestilent corruption touch him not.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Some are there who have loved and suffered much<br /></span> +<span class="i0">For earth, as a fond mother doth who sees<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Her babe die in her bosom; who have traced<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Man to the precipital brink of ruin,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">With open arms to charm him back from death,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Rejected and despised; who on the scroll<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Of conscience, as with words of living light,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Stamp the pure precepts of a holy lore,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">That sin obliterates and sets at naught.<br /></span> +</div></div> + +<h4><span class="smcap">Man.</span></h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Oh! how polluted must man's spirit show<br /></span> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_52" id="Page_52">[Pg 52]</a></span> +<span class="i0">In contrast with these ministers of heaven,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">That e'en beneath frail woman's purity<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Dims like a taper 'neath the light of day!—<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Methinks if from our eyes sin's blindness fell,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And gave pure angels to our ravish'd sight,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Gliding around us clad in the bright robes<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Of love and immortality, this earth<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Would be like heaven. O! 'twere a blessed change,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And perfect as when Death's exulting sigh<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Swoons through the empty chambers of the soul<br /></span> +<span class="i0">His note of liberty.<br /></span> +</div></div> + +<h4><span class="smcap">Spirit.</span></h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i10">'Tis man alone<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Makes Earth less Paradise; its frame is full<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Of perfect blessedness, which to the pure<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Were Heaven in all its fulness; but mankind<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Are crimsoned o'er with sin, which like blood-stains<br /></span> +<span class="i0">A soundless ocean could not cleanse away.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And thus all flesh must thaw back to the dust<br /></span> +<span class="i0">From which it sprang, as ice doth unto water,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Before the soul is purified for heaven.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Men little dream how near heaven is to them<br /></span> +<span class="i0">In possibility, how far in deed.<br /></span> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_53" id="Page_53">[Pg 53]</a></span> +<span class="i0">As little as they dream amid their mirth,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Death stalks beside them; that his shadow falls<br /></span> +<span class="i0">In the same mirror where the maiden sees<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The image of her loveliness, and flits<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Amongst the whirl of revelry and show.<br /></span> +</div></div> + +<h4><span class="smcap">Scene.</span> <i>A rock overhanging the Sea.</i><br /><br /> +<span class="smcap">Man.</span></h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">A rock and the wild waters! 'Tis a spot<br /></span> +<span class="i0">To moralize on life, and strip the world<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Of all its gaudy trappings and false gloss,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">That like the daubing on a wanton's cheek,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Crimsons the paleness of disease and shame,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And with life's semblance mocks a rotten heart.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">O wild, wild sea! eternal wilderness<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Of strife and toil and fruitless energy!<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Birthplace and Tomb! whence unto being spring<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Successive myriads to run their race,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Rage, labour, and grow hoar, then pass away<br /></span> +<span class="i0">With all their deeds and memories, and cede<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Their petty sphere of inches to another.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">O wild, wild sea! thou bosom of all passion,<br /></span> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_54" id="Page_54">[Pg 54]</a></span> +<span class="i0">And thought, and hope, and longing infinite!<br /></span> +<span class="i0">That struggling ever from the riven caves,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And fathomless abysses of the Earth,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">As from the cells of an awakened soul,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Fling your hoarse murmurs and aspiring groans<br /></span> +<span class="i0">To the strong wingëd winds, that puff them on<br /></span> +<span class="i0">In sport and in derision; that art stirred<br /></span> +<span class="i0">To tumult and to madness by the breath<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Of unseen currents, unsubstantial air,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">That passes on, and leaves a foaming train<br /></span> +<span class="i0">To wonder at the thing that angered them.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">O wild, wild sea! soul of indifference!<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Lashing eternally the rifted sands<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And lonely shores about ye; swallowing<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The wreck of man's dependence, and the life<br /></span> +<span class="i0">That struggles with ye for the prize of love,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And joy, and sorrow, clinging round its soul;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">That flowest on in coldness and self-aim<br /></span> +<span class="i0">O'er the dissolving frames of countless waves,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">That sink like generations, and so rise,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Pausing or stilling never, numb'ring up<br /></span> +<span class="i0">A myriad selfish interests to make<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Thy sum of being perfect. Man may read<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The lore of human nature in thee, writ<br /></span> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_55" id="Page_55">[Pg 55]</a></span> +<span class="i0">Not with the pen of flattery, that gilds<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The base past recognition, but all plain<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And coloured only by its truthfulness;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The good and ill alike displayed, that lie<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Within the sounding of its inmost soul.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">O! thought might wander o'er this briny waste,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Dove-like, without one Ark whereon to rest<br /></span> +<span class="i0">From the interminable ebb and flow,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">As many a soul has flutter'd o'er the earth,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Weary and faint, as mine did till it found<br /></span> +<span class="i0">A haven in the bosom of sweet love.<br /></span> +</div></div> + +<h4><span class="smcap">Spirit.</span></h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Then thou hast loved?<br /></span> +</div></div> + +<h4><span class="smcap">Man.</span></h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i10">Ay! so that life is bound<br /></span> +<span class="i0">About by it, as by a Gordian knot,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Inseparable, until Death's sharp blade<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Divide its inmost coil. There is a time<br /></span> +<span class="i0">When all that sweeten'd youth and childhood dulls<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And fades to nothingness, as the faint moon<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Pales at the bright foreshadowing of morn,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And leaves heaven void, when every chord is dumb<br /></span> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_56" id="Page_56">[Pg 56]</a></span> +<span class="i0">That once made music in the soul, and life<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Is still and silent, though it be the pause<br /></span> +<span class="i0">That presages the storm and bitter strife,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Whose fury ofttimes bends the spirit down,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And strips it of its blossoms; Then to me<br /></span> +<span class="i0">O'er the blank chaos of my being came,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">As from the haunted chambers of deep thought,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">A glorious presence—an imagined grace,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Whose footfalls as she rose pulsed thro' my heart<br /></span> +<span class="i0">With tremblings exquisite. It was sweet Love,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The Blessed! the Indwelling! that doth make<br /></span> +<span class="i0">A virgin firmament for its pure light,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Then at the pleading of its own deep want,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Shines forth in glory and in tenderness.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Amongst the laughing and the gay I went,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Seeking for one to realize love's dream,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">As mid the countless hosts of heaven the sage<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Peers for the brightness of a new-born star.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Then, soft hands trembled in my palm, and forms<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Graceful and rounded with the bloom of youth,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Flitted about me in the languishment<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Of music and sweet motion; voices low,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And modulate from laughter unto sadness,<br /></span> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_57" id="Page_57">[Pg 57]</a></span> +<span class="i0">Hung on the air like perfume on the wind,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And eyes, flashing, and mild, and fond, spake too,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">A very Babel of soft speech, and yet—<br /></span> +<span class="i0">I sighed. Life seemed to me a painted daub—all glare,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And show, and tinsel, where the eye in vain<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Sought some green spot to rest on, till a mist<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Swam o'er it as in gazing at the sun.<br /></span> +</div></div> + +<h4><span class="smcap">Spirit.</span></h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Man ofttimes palms an artificial life<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Upon the heart for that which is the true,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Though to the real it be what a flower<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Is to its mimicry, a tinted rag<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Unsweetened by the breath of summer's love.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Joy flows alone from an <i>untroubled</i> spring,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Unstirred by the false whirl of giddy dreams,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">That send the dregs of passion through its veins.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Amid that gay assemblage many wore,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Perchance, a laughing vizard o'er a heart<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Empty and sad; many a vacant smile,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Like a sun-ray upon the winter's snow<br /></span> +<span class="i0">That freezes yet beneath it. Some there were<br /></span> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_58" id="Page_58">[Pg 58]</a></span> +<span class="i0">Who flutter'd round its glitter, like a moth<br /></span> +<span class="i0">That takes a petty rush-light for the sun;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And few who let the honest heart appear<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Unveiled mid Fashion's frigid masquerade.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Didst thou look deeper than the outward guise?<br /></span> +</div></div> + +<h4><span class="smcap">Man.</span></h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Ay! some there were so lovely, that the eye<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Dreamt of them in its night, when they were gone;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">But when I search'd them, like a single flower<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The outer blossoms parted, and showed nought within.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Oh! then I fled, as one whose own wild thoughts<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Bid him outstrip the curbless winds of heaven,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And storm the bulwarks of sublime desire.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Want grew within me as a famine grows<br /></span> +<span class="i0">With every hour that fleets unsatisfied;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">But in my wanderings there rose a spot,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Where man had wrought pure nature's counsel out,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Nor reared a shrine to mock her loveliness;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Yet this I heeded not, for there was one<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Who came to me on sudden with such joy<br /></span> +<span class="i0">That I stirred not, but like one weak with thirst,<br /></span> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_59" id="Page_59">[Pg 59]</a></span> +<span class="i0">Let the life draught flow o'er my powerless lips.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">O! yet I see her, with those blessed eyes<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Slaying my soul with beauty; eyes so deep,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">That in their azure ocean of soft light<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Thought shrank into a fathom length; and smiles,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Stealing their sweetness from a heaven of love,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And joy, and immortality within,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Whence all emotion, angel-like, came forth,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Clad in a vesture of celestial light.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Her face beamed on me like a glimpse of heaven<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Caught in the rapture of prophetic trance,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">That in all day-light thoughts, and shaded dreams,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Haunts the deep soul for ever. As she went,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Grace lapt its mantle o'er her, like the gold<br /></span> +<span class="i0">On fleecy-bosomed clouds in sunny skies.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">O Spirit! she was beautiful! a thing<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Guileless and pure, as though her youth had past<br /></span> +<span class="i0">With Heaven's own children in the light of God,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Thence come to make a paradise of earth,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And breathe the transports of transcendant bliss<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Like floral exhalations through my soul.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">And I—I loved her with the love of heaven,<br /></span> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_60" id="Page_60">[Pg 60]</a></span> +<span class="i0">That melts down time and space, and all between,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And clasps an essence in the soul's embrace;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And from her being there would ever flow<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Full streams of holy melody, that lapt<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Earth, air, and heaven, and all terrestrial forms<br /></span> +<span class="i0">With charms bright as heaven's new-created light.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And as she gazed on the blue firmament,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And shrined the stars with her pure thoughts, and dreamt<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Of that which lay beyond; I gazed on her,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And drew Elysian theories of Heaven,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">As though borne thither by wing'd seraphims.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Oh! what is there in love that wreathes all things<br /></span> +<span class="i0">With an unfading halo of sweet light,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Making the mystery of Nature clear?<br /></span> +</div></div> + +<h4><span class="smcap">Spirit.</span></h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Love, like the sun, clears from the soul all clouds<br /></span> +<span class="i0">That darken understanding, and wrap earth<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Round with a misty curtain, through whose folds<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The lineaments of beauty glimmer forth<br /></span> +<span class="i0">In undefined luxuriance. 'Tis a spell<br /></span> +<span class="i0">That brings by sympathetic influence<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The soul-deep glory from the universe.<br /></span> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_61" id="Page_61">[Pg 61]</a></span> +<span class="i0">All things are beautiful to those who love,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Whether in mind or matter. Life becomes<br /></span> +<span class="i0">A pathway of soft light and radiance,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Whereon the spirit glideth unto heaven<br /></span> +<span class="i0">As angels up the sunshine. Thought and deed<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Are blessed in the framing and the act,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Fashioned and temper'd with pure charity,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">That knits man unto man, and grants the weak<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Exemption from the thraldom of the strong;—<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And things inanimate, that yet are pierced<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Through with the spirit of eternal love,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">As with a life that circulates and glows<br /></span> +<span class="i0">In ruddy currents throughout all their frame,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">By gracious intuition stand revealed<br /></span> +<span class="i0">In all the plenitude of Eden charms.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Then Nature's language reaches to the heart,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">As through the modulations of a song<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Sweet thoughts flow o'er the spirit. What was fair<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Seems fairer, what was vividless grows bright.<br /></span> +</div></div> + +<h4><span class="smcap">Man.</span></h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Ay! she made all things beautiful to me,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Drawing, with youth's pure privilege, the sting<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Of guilt and wrong from life—'twas as the sun<br /></span> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_62" id="Page_62">[Pg 62]</a></span> +<span class="i0">Rose on a sphere seen but by night before.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Ah! bitter image of a transient thing,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">That shineth with Promethean glory, then<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Sinks 'neath the shadow of Eternity!<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Oh Spirit! day by day I saw her fade,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The life within her grew more spiritual,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Triumphing in the weakness of the flesh,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And in her eyes supernal brightness shone,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">As from the glory of approaching heaven.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Dear child! that kisses could not keep awake,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Or woo from the sweet love of Mother-land.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">She lay within these arms, and angels came<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And whispered her away with them to Heaven,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">So softly, that I knew it not, but still<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Murmured my heart to her. To sense she lay<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Upon my breast, and yet she was in heaven;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">This but the earthly mantle she had shed.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">There were those silken locks that curtained her,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And her sweet lips that I had kissed but now;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">From whence, as from a living spring of love,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Trickled pure heaven streams o'er my life's dull waste.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">But Oh! I kissed the soft lids from her eyes,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And knew my desolation, for the soul<br /></span> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_63" id="Page_63">[Pg 63]</a></span> +<span class="i0">That was their soul, as light is day's, no more<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Stood in their dewy portals, like a queen<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Swaying true-hearted multitudes. Oh heaven!<br /></span> +<span class="i0">'Twas wonderful to fold her thus unto me,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">With life's ripe bloom upon her cheeks, and grace<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Clinging round her like a bridal robe,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Yet feel that she, the verity, the self,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Was floating, worlds-off, on the stream of souls<br /></span> +<span class="i0">To God. Oh mind! 'tis ever thus with thee!<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Thou graspest at material shadowings,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Whilst that the immaterial substance of all good<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Flies from thee like a vapour from the wind;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">So that thou hast a clod within thine hand,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Life seems eternal, till the crumbling dust<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Runs through thy clenching fingers, and thy gage<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Mocks thee up from the mould'ring frame of Earth.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">There is no mystery like Death; it comes<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Sightless as the first breath of infant life,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And goes to an unsearched Eternity—<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The End and the Beginning are alike.<br /></span> +</div></div> + +<h4><span class="smcap">Spirit.</span></h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Death strikes upon the soul the last deep chime,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">That tells it Time's short hour has passed away,<br /></span> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_64" id="Page_64">[Pg 64]</a></span> +<span class="i0">Eternity's undialled course begun;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">There is a trackless ocean round this life<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Whose tide is tremulous with unseen gales,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And storms that lash it off to fury—shades<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Of deep chaotic darkness ever hang<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Above it, like the thunder crags of heaven,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And sounds, as of the swooning of a blast<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Through time-worn caverns, flap their heavy wings<br /></span> +<span class="i0">On the white foam crest of the surging waves.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">O man! that standest on the pinnacle<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Of life's abysmal heights with failing heart<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And reeling brain, gaze on that troubled gulf—<br /></span> +<span class="i0">It is thy pathway to the Better-Land,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Which thou must traverse with a sea-bird's flight,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Whose rest is on the bosom of the storm.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Ay! 'tis a fearful plunge! Now think of Death—<br /></span> +<span class="i0">There is an angel merciful and strong,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Hovering ever o'er the weary world,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">That foldeth in his arms the weak, whose feet<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Totter upon the brink of the Inane,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And, like a mother, wafts them from Earth's strife<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Into the bosom of eternal rest;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Is he not merciful who spares so long<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The guilty for repentance, and the pure<br /></span> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_65" id="Page_65">[Pg 65]</a></span> +<span class="i0">Transplants in all their purity to heaven?<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Death harms not aught that's lovely, that poor frame<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Is mere corruption, which the soul makes fair<br /></span> +<span class="i0">By luminous infusion, and the soul<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Feels not Death's breathing on its healthful bloom,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">But like a virgin doffs its earthly veil,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And gives its fullest beauty to the light.<br /></span> +</div></div> + +<h4><span class="smcap">Man.</span></h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">O Spirit! tell me, shall we meet again<br /></span> +<span class="i0">As those who have loved well in Time; or drop<br /></span> +<span class="i0">All memories of Earth with the sad dust<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The soul shakes from it at the gate of heaven?<br /></span> +<span class="i0">'Twere bitter to regard her angel there,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Unknown, and lost amid the myriad host<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Of spirits glorified!<br /></span> +</div></div> + +<h4><span class="smcap">Spirit.</span></h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i10">The soul is wrought<br /></span> +<span class="i0">In an eternal mould, which still remains<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Unscathed 'mid the vicissitudes of flesh;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And the same power that makes identity<br /></span> +<span class="i0">'Twixt man and man, being the soul within,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">That constitutes the <i>Self</i> of every man,<br /></span> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_66" id="Page_66">[Pg 66]</a></span> +<span class="i0">Bears its distinctive features when it sheds<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The crysalis of frail humanity;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">They who have loved on Earth will love in Heaven,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Through each the current flowing unto God,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Thence shed again in blessing on their souls,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">As from clear tided springs a summer cloud<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Gathers its dewy freight to yield again,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">In sunny showers upon the native earth.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">True Love is Earth's blest blessedness. All else,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Wealth, fame, nobility, and the poor gauds<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Wherewith man trinkets out his little life,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">End with the dust that rattles on his bier;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">But Love, like a rich heritage, ascends<br /></span> +<span class="i0">With the freed spirit to the throne of God,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">There to be perfected and purified<br /></span> +<span class="i0">To commune with the Children of the Light.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Therefore love much on Earth, keeping the heart<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Pure from the rank pollutions of the flesh,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">That like a mould'ring bank hangs loose above<br /></span> +<span class="i0">To launch its filth upon each errant wave;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Let thy love circle wider with all time,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Like the light ripple round a pebble plunge,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Wider, and wider till the swells subside<br /></span> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_67" id="Page_67">[Pg 67]</a></span> +<span class="i0">In the calm fulness of Eternity.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The love of heaven flows in <i>one</i> stream to God,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">As from a fountain'd unison of soul<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Wherein all spirits blend inseparably;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">There is no isolation but in Time,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">For Death that units out mortality<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Like minutes on a dial, now, will break<br /></span> +<span class="i0">His arrows 'mid the ruins of the Earth,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Proclaiming <i>everlasting</i> life and love,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The consummation of all unity.<br /></span> +</div></div> + +<h4><span class="smcap">Scene.</span> <i>Hill and Dale—Morning.</i><br /><br /> +<span class="smcap">Man.</span></h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">The breath of morn is stealing o'er my brow<br /></span> +<span class="i0">All redolent of life, and health, and joy,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">As the first breeze that fans the prisoner's cheeks,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And welcomes him to Liberty. The Earth<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Is yet in her sweet childhood innocence,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Ere the dark cloud of worldly interests<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Obscure her taintless heavens, and the blue mist,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Which is the spirit of the rising dew,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Hangs o'er it like the sadness of first love,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">That makes youth beautiful. The lark is up<br /></span> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_68" id="Page_68">[Pg 68]</a></span> +<span class="i0">And singing like a disembodied soul<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Within the brightness of the blessed sun,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Telling of naught but heaven and happiness;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">There is no dew upon her bosom now,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">For the young beams have kissed it utterly;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Yet over flower, and bud, and blade there lies<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The crystal tissue, trembling with soft light,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">As the young day moves gaily up the sky,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And sheds his guerdon o'er the waiting Earth.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">O what a charm there is in purity,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Of morn, life, love, and nature all. This scene,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">So clear and calm and peaceful, that it fills<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The soul with its o'erflowing blessedness,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Pales 'neath the glare of noon, and man's rude lust,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">To scarce the semblance of its former self.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">But with the heart—O God! Thy richest gift<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Is Innocence, that like a quenchless spring<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Of everlasting light, encircles life<br /></span> +<span class="i0">With beauty and unfading radiance,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Keeping all sense and feeling fresh and sweet<br /></span> +<span class="i0">As the untainted breathing of the morn.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">How lovely is all nature, separate<br /></span> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_69" id="Page_69">[Pg 69]</a></span> +<span class="i0">From man! There is no whispering of strife<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Or sorrow here, naught to inform the soul<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Of man's deep wretchedness and sin. No lust<br /></span> +<span class="i0">To justify the wretch who binds his soul<br /></span> +<span class="i0">In the drear darkness of a murky cell,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Scraping for gold as beasts do in the earth<br /></span> +<span class="i0">For carrion, and counting life-time out<br /></span> +<span class="i0">By ducats; closing house and heart alike<br /></span> +<span class="i0">To the benignant sunshine. If our hearts<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Could lave in Lethe's cleansing stream sometimes,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Till evil vanished from its memory,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And left a virgin tablet for the pen<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Of Nature, life would be as sweet as love.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">What far extremes of woe and blessedness<br /></span> +<span class="i0">This earth can yield! The woe create, the joy<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Begotten from a never failing womb;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Woe! fashioned out of craft, and guile, and sin,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">That hungereth for prey, till, as it were,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The mother eats the babe that sucks her breast;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The joy! inherent and diffused like light<br /></span> +<span class="i0">From the eternal glory of the sun,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Gather'd from all things, sight, and sound, and sense,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">E'en from the very breeze that whispers us<br /></span> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_70" id="Page_70">[Pg 70]</a></span> +<span class="i0">Of yielded sweetness and unhoarded gifts.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">O God! preserve my heart emancipate<br /></span> +<span class="i0">From all world feelings that must die with Time,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Like things unworthy of Eternity;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Sow in my spirit seed that may spring up<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And bud and increase throughout life, until<br /></span> +<span class="i0">It blossom fully in the light of heaven,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Grant that the evil of the world may ne'er<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Harden my heart against the sweet impress<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Of Beauty, that beholding there, she see<br /></span> +<span class="i0">No mirror'd image of her loveliness!<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Methinks life were a curse if separate<br /></span> +<span class="i0">From loving of the Good and Beautiful!<br /></span> +<span class="i0">To gaze upon that azure dome, so blue<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And penetrate with sunshine through and through,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">As lover's eyes with fondness—the far hills,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And sun-green meadows sloping to the stream<br /></span> +<span class="i0">With tints of bosky shadows, yet not feel<br /></span> +<span class="i0">A motion in the spirit, like the tide<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Of waving woodlands rippled by a breeze;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Better return to dust from which we sprang,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And bid the winds of heaven scatter it!<br /></span> +</div></div> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_71" id="Page_71">[Pg 71]</a></span></p> +<h4><span class="smcap">Spirit.</span></h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Love Beauty: let it be an atmosphere<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Above thee and around, whence comes the breath<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Of life and health and gladness. Yet beware<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Thy love be not an ideality,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">That, like the smile upon a sculptur'd lip,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Freezes upon the stone nor sheds abroad<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The genial influence of a loving heart.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">There is an aim still nobler than the love<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Of Beauty; to show Beauty forth in <i>act</i>,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And <i>life</i>, that like some fertilizing stream<br /></span> +<span class="i0">It glide flower-margined to Eternity.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Beauty quiescent loseth half its charms,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">As a blue eye when sleep hath closed its lid;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">But in its operation, 'tis a star<br /></span> +<span class="i0">That leaves a track of glory on the sky;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Worst miser he who hoards up in his soul<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The blessed wealth of Beauty and repels<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Unbenison'd the weary at his gate.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">There is a way to make life glorious,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And nobler than the heritage of kings,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Though thy path lie along a vale in life,<br /></span> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_72" id="Page_72">[Pg 72]</a></span> +<span class="i0">With mountain pride reared up on either side—<br /></span> +<span class="i0">To make thy march triumphant, trailing not<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The colours of thy Purpose in the dust—<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And be received as victor into heaven.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Set Beauty in thy soul like a sea-light<br /></span> +<span class="i0">To warn thee from the rocks and shoals of wrong,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And guide thee surely to thy journey's end;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Let her pure promptings stablish in thy heart<br /></span> +<span class="i0">A living spring of motive, that may flow<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Through thought and action, like the veinëd life<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Through man and all his members; not for praise<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Let thy work be, nor gain, but heaven and right,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And for the feeling of that sweetest sense,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">That from thy sowing springeth up no tare<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Of grief or bitterness, but goodly fruit<br /></span> +<span class="i0">That nourisheth the heart, and gives it strength<br /></span> +<span class="i0">To combat manfully for life and truth;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Look manhood in the face unblanchingly,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">With no rose-coloured veil 'twixt it and thee—<br /></span> +<span class="i0">With pure integrity to match the great,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And humbleness to poize thee with the small;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Look at its guilt and shame, as on deep wounds<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Wherefrom a life is flowing; seek thou then<br /></span> +<span class="i0">To staunch them in thy measure; mark its wrongs,<br /></span> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_73" id="Page_73">[Pg 73]</a></span> +<span class="i0">The burden of oppression and the toil<br /></span> +<span class="i0">That grind the sand of life down till it run<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Like water through the mighty glass of Time,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And let thy voice come like a trump to call<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The faithful to the rescue. Find the weak,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And weary, and the desolate of heart,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Faint with the sorrows and the cares of life,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And let no act add to their bitter cup<br /></span> +<span class="i0">One drop of gall, but like a priest do thou<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Tell them of hope and peace, and gladden them<br /></span> +<span class="i0">With that blest balm, pure kindness, which transforms,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">With more than Magian art, the meanest act<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Into the brightness of the summer sun!—<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Doth not this quiet hour fall on thy soul<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Like music dropping from the spheres?<br /></span> +</div></div> + +<h4><span class="smcap">Man.</span></h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i16">Ay! sooth<br /></span> +<span class="i0">It is most sweet! Methinks that such a time<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Were meeter far for lover's tryst than eve,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">When the dark night must sadden o'er their vows,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And hide them from each other. Now, all things<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Are pure and beautiful as love should be,<br /></span> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_74" id="Page_74">[Pg 74]</a></span> +<span class="i0">The dew of youth fresh on them, and though life<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Should darken o'er with clouds as it roll on,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Still love would light them on, like the bright guide<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Of Israel, to the promised land of rest.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">'Tis beautiful, love plighted in the morn<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Of life, when not a shadow dims its heaven—<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Plighted for good or ill, as fate may rule,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Enduring alike true through sun and storm,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Save when the cold blast sweeps across the way,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">It knits them only closer heart to heart.<br /></span> +</div></div> + +<h4><span class="smcap">Spirit.</span></h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Love is no faint exotic made to bloom<br /></span> +<span class="i0">In the close summer of a glassy frame,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">That at the first breath of the unquelled air<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Shrivels up like a parchment in the flame.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">No! let it stand upon the mountain's brow,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And bid the untamed winds make sport of it;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Yet though they drive it 'fore them in their might,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">'Twill be like the strong eagle that exults<br /></span> +<span class="i0">In the wild rapture of his headlong swoop;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The strongest and the tenderest is Love!<br /></span> +</div></div> + +<h4><span class="smcap">Man.</span></h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Now as I gaze upon this cloudless sky,<br /></span> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_75" id="Page_75">[Pg 75]</a></span> +<span class="i0">So soft and tranquil, mem'ry paints to me<br /></span> +<span class="i0">One whose life bid as fair—that my heart said<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Beholding her—"O flower! so bright and sweet,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"With the pure dew of maidenhood bestrewn,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"Thy life will be unfolded like the rose,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"That leaf by leaf adds sweetness to the spring!"<br /></span> +<span class="i0">She was most beautiful! but more in this,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">That she moved like an angel, minist'ring<br /></span> +<span class="i0">To joy and peace and charity. The weak<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Rejoiced before her as the embodied smile<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Of Providence, and sadden'd when she pass'd;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And yet one short, short year and she was gone,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Her heart pierced through with thorns, who ne'er had borne<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The semblance of a sorrow into life.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Is there no armour against sorrow's sting?<br /></span> +</div></div> + +<h4><span class="smcap">Spirit.</span></h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">The highway of this world is set with thorns,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">O'er which poor pilgrims still must journey on;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">There are who walk it shod with iron sense,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">That crushes opposition like a vice,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And puts aside the ready points like twigs<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Pressed backward in the woodlands by a child.<br /></span> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_76" id="Page_76">[Pg 76]</a></span> +<span class="i0">There are who seem buoyed upward by some power<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Above the level of affliction's range,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Until their term be run, and then they fall<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Into the bosom of the angel Death.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And there are some whose tender feet are pierced<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Evermore deeper by the rugged path,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Whose softness and whose beauty nigh invite<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The cruel spoiler to his unarmed prey,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">As the swift hawk high poizëd in the sky,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Swoops when the dove floats past on silv'ry wings.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">There is a veil upon the eyes of men,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">That makes all things show dimly, but if rent<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Would work like resurrection on the mind,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Bringing to life thoughts dead in doubt and error;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Thus, standing on the bridge of Time, which spans<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The gulf 'twixt two eternities through which<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Flows ever on the tide of human life,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">That troubled stream would seem a sea of glass,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And all its thick impurities appear<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Clear as the outline of a floating corpse;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Gaze down upon it though it sicken thee.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">There cometh one beneath whose ermined pride<br /></span> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_77" id="Page_77">[Pg 77]</a></span> +<span class="i0">Stalks the corruption of a charnel-house,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Where fest'ring flesh lies in its cloth of gold,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">E'en yet the wonder of the gaping crowd.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Upon his brow the jewelled circlet rests,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">His only title to nobility;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">But that, unto the vulgar, symbols still<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The orbit of the everlasting sun,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">That fills and glorifies a universe—of clay.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Where is the mind that should have overtopp'd,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Saul-like, the level of the multitude?<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Where the bold front that in the breach of wrong<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Stemm'd the fierce current of insidious foes,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Flashing Truth's falchion in the van of Time?<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Shame! it hath rusted in its scabbard, till<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The nerveless arm can scarce withdraw it thence.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">O Earth! rejoice that at his side there comes<br /></span> +<span class="i0">An undimm'd light to beacon on the world;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">One who upholds the honour of his line<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Unsullied as the glory of the stars;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Whose voice rings clear above the battle strife,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And shakes oppression from his iron throne;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And for the purple, round his heaving breast<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Folds like a vesture manly Honesty.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Is it not glorious the light that gilds<br /></span> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_78" id="Page_78">[Pg 78]</a></span> +<span class="i0">The hoary summits of the giant hills,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Spread like the standard of eternal Truth<br /></span> +<span class="i0">O'er many phalanxed Ages—blazoning<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The stalwart band that barrier'd from the world<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The bitter fury of Heaven's huricanes!<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Onward there come a thick'ning mass who drown<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Defects and vices in a shower of gold;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Who crush report, like Rome the Sabine maid,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Beneath the burden of their molten wealth,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And 'neath their gilding flaunt them in the sun<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Brightly as though there were no dross within;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">So the eye sees them, but search thou the soul,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And part the sterling from the counterfeit.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Oh! for the sighing of the desolate,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The widow and the orphan in their woe,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Drown'd 'neath the clink of gold wrung from their need,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Like moisture from the crushing of the grape.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Oh! for the fruitless cry of misery,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The Tantalus of stern reality,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">That feebly perisheth in Famine's grasp,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Whilst plenty moulders for the lust of pride,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And adds its rottenness to the hot-bed<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Of wantonness and subtle infamy.<br /></span> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_79" id="Page_79">[Pg 79]</a></span> +<span class="i0">And yet the worker wears as fair a port<br /></span> +<span class="i0">As he whose life is holy Charity,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Setting his footprints on the way of life<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Like sunshine rippling o'er the summer sea.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Some wear their little merit on their sleeve,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Which 'neath the friction of Time's troublous waves,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Grows threadbare as the coat of beggary.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Some under rugged lineaments enclose<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Treasures of truth and goodness, that like gems<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Shine through the fissures of the strong Time-quake,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Showing more perfect as affliction works,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And sorrow rends the earthy covering.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Some are there with the sight turned inwards still,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Beholding but the narrow sphere of self,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And trampling under foot the weak who stand<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Betwixt them and the goal of their desire.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Blessed the few who unto fellow men<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Turn with the fervent grasp of Brotherhood,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Breasting the surges of tempestuous fate,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">With souls fulfilled with kindliness and Faith—<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Raising the ensign of prophetic Hope<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Like the clear rainbow on the thunder-cloud;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And 'mid the darkness of impending care,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Pouring the cheerful daylight of the soul!<br /></span> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_80" id="Page_80">[Pg 80]</a></span> +<span class="i0">There are sweet spirits mingling with the throng,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Marked out with sunshine, like the pouting waves<br /></span> +<span class="i0">When heaven looks down in sun and shadow, hearts<br /></span> +<span class="i0">So leaven'd through with grace and purity,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">That though sin warp and sift them at its will,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Some hidden sweetness lingers yet to tell<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The perfectness of Nature's handy-work.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Are they not as the ministers of heaven,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Liveried with beauty, and deep tenderness,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Missioned in mercy to this fallen sphere<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Proclaiming peace and blessedness above;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Threading the ranks of Earth's fierce battle field,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Amid the clangour of death-darting steel,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Raising the wounded from their helplessness,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And bearing life draughts to the sinking soul!<br /></span> +<span class="i0">O Mother Earth! thine arms will fondle her<br /></span> +<span class="i0">When ingrate man hath drain'd her spirit dry,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Fashioned in weakness, yet in weakness strong<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Where honour were the foeman, what is she<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Before the onslaught of satanic serfs?—<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The mirror of her purity obscured,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Polluted by lust's pestilential breath—<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Pluck'd like a flower to while an hour away,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Then cast to wither on the barren ground,<br /></span> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_81" id="Page_81">[Pg 81]</a></span> +<span class="i0">Shattered and bruised beneath base passion's heel,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And all the clinging tendrils of her love<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Torn bleeding from the stay round which they clung.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Look thou upon that stream, rough with the whirl<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Of crime, and woe, and wretchedness, that float<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Like poisoned scum upon the driving flood,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Filling the breath of life with noxious blasts<br /></span> +<span class="i0">That smite humanity with pestilence.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And tremble thou, though man discern it not,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Ten thousand times more foul it shows to God;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Then praise him for the twilight of thy sense.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Yet there is much of good and fair in life,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">That like the glow upon the eastern sky,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Blazons the glory of approaching day.<br /></span> +</div></div> + +<h4><span class="smcap">Man.</span></h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">O! is not life then sweetest to the soul<br /></span> +<span class="i0">In utter solitude, or that deep calm<br /></span> +<span class="i0">When all of Earth, its cares and interests,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Are shaken from the spirit, as the moth<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Doffs from its wings the natal crysalis<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And wanders through the blue serene of heaven?<br /></span> +<span class="i0">In this pure scene the din of man would sound<br /></span> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_82" id="Page_82">[Pg 82]</a></span> +<span class="i0">Harsher than discord amid melody.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Here no rude tongue should whisper of the things<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Poor Earth bows down to worship—fashion, wealth,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And hollow mockings gilded by a name,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">That makes the calf which browses on the plain<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Turn to a god when moulded in the gold.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">No thought should rise, that passing into speech<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Might soil the purity of new-born flowers,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Fresh with the dews of morn and paradise,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">But like an angel singing through the skies,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Wing the blue empyrean of the mind,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And break in music on the thrilling sense.<br /></span> +</div></div> + +<h4><span class="smcap">Spirit.</span></h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Is there no music in the gentle word<br /></span> +<span class="i0">That falls in consolation on the sad,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Starting the crystal tear into the eye,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Filtrate through gratitude till there remain<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Naught earthy in its brightness? Though the scene<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Be as a plague spot on the face of earth<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Sweet Charity can cleanse it, till it shine<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Bright as the jewels in a monarch's crown,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">That not the midnight of Earth's blackest sin<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Can dim. All beauty emanates from soul,<br /></span> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_83" id="Page_83">[Pg 83]</a></span> +<span class="i0">And all deformity. The piteous straw<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Where sickness writhes in suffering and want—<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The cold, bleak dwelling where the winds have will<br /></span> +<span class="i0">To brag o'er man's debasement, if possess'd<br /></span> +<span class="i0">In fortitude and patience, with the heart<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Clear in its honour, stedfast in its faith,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Is to the eye of angels, beautiful as day;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And this fair spot with all its waken'd charms<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Is purgatorial torture to the wretch<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Whose life shrieks in him under conscience-stings.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Let sunshine be within thee, and without<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Summer will dwell in everlasting bloom,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Whether in light or darkness, in close cell,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Or 'neath the blessed canopy of heaven.<br /></span> +</div></div> + +<h4><span class="smcap">Scene.</span> <i>A Mountain Summit—Sunrise.</i><br /><br /> +<span class="smcap">Poet.</span></h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">'Tis glorious to stand thus nigh to heaven,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And like a Prophet with the mark of god<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Set on him for an everlasting work,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">With outstretched hands, and earnest-hearted words,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">To speak unto the Nations. This calm spot,<br /></span> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_84" id="Page_84">[Pg 84]</a></span> +<span class="i0">Emblem of Truth's serenity and peace,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">With no hoarse dissonance to stir the deep<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Of thought to passion, till the whirling waves<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Swallow the love-steered purposes of soul,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And leave its being desolate—looks down<br /></span> +<span class="i0">On Earth, and all its jarring multitudes,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Its miseries of soul and sense, as Earth<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Looks on the distant glory of the stars,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">All unparticipant of weal or woe,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Save as the glass is of its mirrored form;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Thus Action rises over Thought, and sets<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Man over man prëeminent for and great,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">As mountains in the sphere of human life.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">This were a throne meet for the Sent of God<br /></span> +<span class="i0">To rest on, and give laws unto the world,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Rooted in the unshaken strength of Earth,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">With man for footstool, and the disc of heaven<br /></span> +<span class="i0">For canopy and witness to swell down<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The quenchless words into the heart of Time;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Here to raise up the wand, and smite Earth's soul<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Till streams of penitence and love gushed out<br /></span> +<span class="i0">To wipe away her barrenness, and fill<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The latent seeds of holiness with life,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">To blossom for the harvest of the Angels.<br /></span> +</div><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_85" id="Page_85">[Pg 85]</a></span> +<div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">O Thou that from Thy throne set on the flood<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Of measureless Eternity, dost bind<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The mighty thunder in its misty cave,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And still'st its throbbings with a single word;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">That break'st the chain which holdeth it, and send'st<br /></span> +<span class="i0">It booming o'er the boundless Universe,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Thy minister to testify of Thee,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And shake the pillars of the firm-set Earth<br /></span> +<span class="i0">With knowledge of Thy majesty and strength;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">That with the trenchant lightning dost search out<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The limits of immensity, and bare<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Its inmost soul to Thy dread scrutiny,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Before whose holiness the sun grows dim,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And vanishes to nothingness like mist;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">That bidd'st the winds sweep o'er the bounds of space,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Strong in the terror of Thy mightiness,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Till stars are shaken from their seats, like fruit<br /></span> +<span class="i0">From the autumnal fulness of the bough;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Breathe Thou upon me till my soul be full<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Of deathless inspiration, that may flow<br /></span> +<span class="i0">In burning currents through all space and Time,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And stir up generations with warm life,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">To battle for the cause of Truth and Heaven.<br /></span> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_86" id="Page_86">[Pg 86]</a></span> +<span class="i0">Let my words ring upon the sleeper's ear<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Clear as the trump that wakes the dead for doom,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Fright him from false security and sloth,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And rouse the <i>man</i> within him, though it be<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Feeble and powerless as a creeping babe.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Let them break on the conscience of the base,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">As billows break upon the shifting sands,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Crumbling the false foundations of his hope,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And sweeping all his theories to naught:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Let them rush swifter on him as he flees,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Circle him with their terrors everywhere,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Snatch from his clutching fingers every prop<br /></span> +<span class="i0">That guilt or error flings him, till he fall<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Into the waves of truth a drowning man<br /></span> +<span class="i0">With not a straw to grasp at. Let them smite<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Wrong and oppression like a gnawing blight,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Eating into the heart, till like dead leaves,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Shrivell'd and pow'rless, beggars tread them down.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Let them fall on the pure in heart like dews,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">To strengthen and to nourish all sweet thoughts,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Raising the drooping and the weary up,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And adding sweetness to the path of life.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">To all may they be wafted on the wings<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Of love, not the false love that shines alike<br /></span> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_87" id="Page_87">[Pg 87]</a></span> +<span class="i0">On flower and weed, until the evil rise<br /></span> +<span class="i0">To choke the good seed with its overgrowth;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">But let deep kindness fill them utterly,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">In comfort, or in sorrow, or in doom.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Hard is their journey, and unsmooth their way<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Who walk like pilgrims to eternal fame,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Raising for ever hymns of love and beauty,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Amid the jar and weariness of life,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Working through joy and sorrow equally<br /></span> +<span class="i0">To stamp their names upon the world's great heart,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And piercing their own bosoms, like the bird,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">For glowing streams to nourish it for aye.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Yet it is glorious to make this life<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Great in the strength of Action, till it stand<br /></span> +<span class="i0">A landmark and a guide immoveable,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">To witness of the struggle and the end;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">A life of thought is blossom without fruit.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">O Life! would I could map thy minutes out,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And give to each its purpose, like a king<br /></span> +<span class="i0">To claim just tribute from futurity;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Would I could freight ye with such spirit power,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">That, like a huge rock cast into the sea,<br /></span> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_88" id="Page_88">[Pg 88]</a></span> +<span class="i0">Ye sent Time waving back for evermore;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Would ye could track your footsteps out in deeds,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Like prints in the soft sands that heaven's decree<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Changeth into the adamantine rock,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Till time nor tide can wipe the trace away.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Let my steps march right onward, pausing none<br /></span> +<span class="i0">For pleasure or for folly, for the path<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Is long, and difficult, and hard to walk,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And at its limit lies Eternity.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Let no false weakness clog me in the work,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And cramp the motions of my willing soul,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">But let me gird my spirit up to run<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Before the chariot of the speeding age,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">A Prophet, and a Poet, and a guide!<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">O! my heart thrills to that great watchword "Act,"<br /></span> +<span class="i0">To leave no record written on the sand<br /></span> +<span class="i0">For the first wave to crumble into naught,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">But to materialize on thought—to raise<br /></span> +<span class="i0">A standard glorious with the sign of heaven,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And set it waving o'er oblivion;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">To seize on spirit like a willow rod,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And bend and fashion it to perfect use,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Curbing its wayward fancies and desires,<br /></span> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_89" id="Page_89">[Pg 89]</a></span> +<span class="i0">Until it sway true to the Poet's creed;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">To move Earth's multitudes with nervous power,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And burning eloquence, as leaves are swept<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Before the breathing of a mighty wind,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Urging them on for Truth and Nobleness,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And leading on the van to show the way—<br /></span> +<span class="i0">No prating coward framing theories<br /></span> +<span class="i0">For other men to build on, with "Do <i>this</i>"<br /></span> +<span class="i0">For empty precept—but there, standing forth,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Set <i>deeds</i> in the world's face, and cry "Do <i>thus</i>!"<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">The Poet's life is action spiritualized,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Words sublimate by earnestness and truth<br /></span> +<span class="i0">To the reality and force of deed—<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Falling upon the great world's soul like spells<br /></span> +<span class="i0">That take the reason captive, and subdue<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Its motions to the gentle sway of love.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">His thoughts are like the moonlight that enshrines<br /></span> +<span class="i0">All earth and heaven with beauty and soft grace,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Pouring rich floods of radiance divine<br /></span> +<span class="i0">O'er life's reality of grief and pain,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Making e'en sorrow luminous and sweet,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And freighting sighs with gentlest melody.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">His creed is—Love—Love perfect, uncontrolled;<br /></span> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_90" id="Page_90">[Pg 90]</a></span> +<span class="i0">Twining round all the good and beautiful,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">As ivy twineth round the sapling oak,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Evermore growing with its growth more strong,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Till not e'en Death can tear those arms away;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Love—winging o'er creation like the morn<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And show'ring light and beauty as it flies<br /></span> +<span class="i0">O'er mountain, vale, and streamlet, equally—<br /></span> +<span class="i0">In flowery mead and desert solitude<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Making itself a presence of delight,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">A radiant glory sweeter than all forms,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">All shows, all substance—rising in the soul,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Like water in the desert—heaven in death!<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Opening the unseen gates of Heaven, till sense<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Dream of its utter blessedness and peace;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Leading life onward like an angel pure,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Through strife and sorrow scatheless and secure,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Scattering joy around it evermore,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Like benisons shed from a mother's heart,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Making the weary and the bruizëd glad,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Wiping the tears from sorrow's clouded eyes,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And soothing pain like woman's tenderness.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Let me love all things with a perfect love,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">That would e'en coin its own heart-drops to pay<br /></span> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_91" id="Page_91">[Pg 91]</a></span> +<span class="i0">Life's ransom from the bitterness of woe,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Bear tenderly upon the weaknesses<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Of flesh, and its oft seen infirmities,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And turn with hope and trustfulness to man;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Let me not be a stunted thorn on earth,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">With jaggëd points to scare all fondness off,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Unsweeten'd by a blossom or a bud,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And branded deep with harsh sterility,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">But like a soft wind breathing to and fro,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">May love and sympathy wave through the Earth.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Life without love, is sorrow without hope.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">O Love! thou law of Heaven! thou joy of Earth!<br /></span> +<span class="i0">That like the Star of Bethlehem dost rest<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Above the cradle of a Poet's soul,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The witness and the seal of holy birth;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Before whose brightness all earth's shadows fade<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Like fiends before the angel of the Lord;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">That rend'st in twain the veil of doubt and fear<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Shrouding the perfectness of heaven's pure bliss,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Till man may worship with unsmitten soul<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Before the glory of the inner shrine;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">O Love! the Quenchless! Pure! and Beautiful!<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Be to me as the Prophet's cruize of oil,<br /></span> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_92" id="Page_92">[Pg 92]</a></span> +<span class="i0">That wasteth not, nor minisheth with use,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">To nourish me through this life's famine time,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And strengthen me unto the poet's work;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Fold my soul throughly in thy sweet embrace,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">In honour, or in sorrow, or in joy,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Filling it with thy holy influence,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">As air is filled with sunshine at the noon,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Till all thought feel its blessedness and peace.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Thus would I furnish me for life's long march,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Arm for its dangers, cater for its wants,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Work out its ends with confidence and truth,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And rest unstained, unwearied at the goal!<br /></span> +</div></div> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_93" id="Page_93">[Pg 93]</a></span></p> +<h2><a name="ALCESTE" id="ALCESTE"></a>ALCESTÉ.</h2> + +<h4>I.</h4> +<div class="poem"> +<span class="i0">Beautiful Florence! e'en thy very name<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Falls on the ear with a strange magic spell,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">As though upon the wings of Time there came<br /></span> +<span class="i0">A breathing of sweet chances that befell<br /></span> +<span class="i0">In days of old, all chronicled by Fame,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Whose faintest whisper makes the bosom swell<br /></span> +<span class="i0">With kindred feelings, as a sea-flower waves<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Concordant to the tale the ripple laves.<br /></span> +</div> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_94" id="Page_94">[Pg 94]</a></span></p> +<h4>II.</h4> +<div class="poem"> +<span class="i0">Thou art entwinëd with all lovely things<br /></span> +<span class="i0">That bind a rosy chaplet round the earth;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The life of Poets, whose sweet utterings<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Have the soft cadence of an angel's mirth;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The springs of genius—high imaginings<br /></span> +<span class="i0">That are the wealth of ages, and the birth<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Of Art, beneath whose vivifying wand<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The stone, the canvas, animated, stand.<br /></span> +</div> + +<h4>III.</h4> +<div class="poem"> +<span class="i0">Thy very dust is hallowed, and we tread<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The footsteps of the mighty, meeting ever<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The prized memorials of the Living Dead,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Those whose sublimëd spirits, waning never,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Hover around the struggling world and shed<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Their blessings o'er it, which nor time can sever,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Nor can oblivion crush, but which endure<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Strong in their greatness, in their truth secure.<br /></span> +</div> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_95" id="Page_95">[Pg 95]</a></span></p> +<h4>IV.</h4> +<div class="poem"> +<span class="i0">Would that some faint ray of the heavenly light<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Shower'd on thy children now might rest on me,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Illume my twilight thoughts and grant me sight<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Into the depths of Nature's poesie;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And tune my faltering tones to breathe aright<br /></span> +<span class="i0">That which my heart so fondly feels of thee,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">For 'twere a music sweet as heaven's own lays,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Could love's deep soul be cadenced in thy praise.<br /></span> +</div> + +<h4>V.</h4> +<div class="poem"> +<span class="i0">There was a garden sloping to the west,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Smooth'd downward from the giant Apennines,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The serried outlines of whose hoary crest<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Blent with the distant heavens in mystic lines,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">At eventide with golden splendours drest,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">When the red sun its farewell greeting shines;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">A palace topped it, from whose terraced height<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Wound a broad stair of marble, snowy white.<br /></span> +</div> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_96" id="Page_96">[Pg 96]</a></span></p> +<h4>VI.</h4> +<div class="poem"> +<span class="i0">And paths went wandering beneath the sweep<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Of Orange boughs and trelliced vines, whose leaves<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Gave in their parting many a transient peep<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Of the blue sky, as through soft-tinted eaves;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And oft they led to arbours shaded deep,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">As are the nooks the midway forest weaves,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And carven forms of nymphs and dryads gleamed<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Through leafy screens, as though a Poet dreamed.<br /></span> +</div> + +<h4>VII.</h4> +<div class="poem"> +<span class="i0">A fountain rippled in the midst, and threw<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Coolness into the sky; the sculptor's thought<br /></span> +<span class="i0">A quaint conceit—Aurora flinging dew<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Upon the earth—the marble finely wrought,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Till through the Iris-tinted drops it grew<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Warm with existence, all its fair limbs fraught<br /></span> +<span class="i0">With grace and motion—'twas a thing so human,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The heart forgot the goddess in the woman.<br /></span> +</div> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_97" id="Page_97">[Pg 97]</a></span></p> +<h4>VIII.</h4> +<div class="poem"> +<span class="i0">Beside the marge of this fair fountain stood<br /></span> +<span class="i0">A maiden trancëd with its melting sound,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">For rillet murmurs are to pensive mood<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Sweet as the rain-drops to the thirsty ground.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Alas! that youth so soon should feel the rude<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And merciless stinging of cold sorrow's wound,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">That Nature's sweetest melodies should gain<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The heart's full rapture through the ear of pain.<br /></span> +</div> + +<h4>IX.</h4> +<div class="poem"> +<span class="i0">She was a maiden, in whose gentle mien<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The spirit mirror'd all its fairest hues,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">As on the undimm'd summer sky serene<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The noonday sun its golden splendour strews;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Her deep blue eye o'erflowed with tender sheen,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Like sadness through whose frame soft smiles infuse,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Whilst on her lip expression rippling lay,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And limned in silence what the soul would say.<br /></span> +</div> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_98" id="Page_98">[Pg 98]</a></span></p> +<h4>X.</h4> +<div class="poem"> +<span class="i0">Her's was a beauty vivified by grace,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">That made each motion music to the eye,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Beam'd from the sunny sweetness of her face,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And tuned her accents all so tenderly,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">That when Alcesté spake the heart could trace<br /></span> +<span class="i0">A woman's spirit full of motions high,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And kind, and noble, and whose inward bent<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Sway'd to all courses pure and innocent.<br /></span> +</div> + +<h4>XI.</h4> +<div class="poem"> +<span class="i0">There were full many suitors who had sigh'd<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Their amorous orisons before her shrine,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And with the flutter of a doublet vied<br /></span> +<span class="i0">To win the smile they toasted o'er their wine;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">There were full many who with blinded pride,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Deem'd that a title could the scale incline,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And flung their lordships, gauntlet-fashion, down,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Daring a Cæsar to refuse a crown.<br /></span> +</div> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_99" id="Page_99">[Pg 99]</a></span></p> +<h4>XII.</h4> +<div class="poem"> +<span class="i0">But there was one who loved for love's own sake,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And treasured its dear sweetness in his breast,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Whose spirit thrill'd within him when she spake,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And bowed before her as the flower down-prest<br /></span> +<span class="i0">By her light step, and who could ever make<br /></span> +<span class="i0">A long day happy and a midnight blest<br /></span> +<span class="i0">With brooding on a word, a smile, a glance,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">That haply served to sun love's young romance.<br /></span> +</div> + +<h4>XIII.</h4> +<div class="poem"> +<span class="i0">They had been playmates in gay childhood's days,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">When hearts are open as a summer flower,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And love had wound them slowly in his maze,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And knit them close ere yet they felt his power.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">But once a-wandering by green-shaded ways,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The silence drew their souls out, and that hour,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Hand clasped in hand, and lip to lip united,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Their pure young vows of constant love they plighted.<br /></span> +</div> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_100" id="Page_100">[Pg 100]</a></span></p> +<h4>XIV.</h4> +<div class="poem"> +<span class="i0">What spirit fused into the blossom'd spray,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And wreathed about them in its waving scent?<br /></span> +<span class="i0">What angel echoes tuned the thrushes lay,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And gave the tones such sudden ravishment?<br /></span> +<span class="i0">For sure they ne'er were sweet as on that day,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Nor with such magic to the spirit went;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">If it was love, then love is wondrous sweet,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The point of life where Earth and Heaven meet.<br /></span> +</div> + +<h4>XV.</h4> +<div class="poem"> +<span class="i0">Yet Love but drew the summer clouds away<br /></span> +<span class="i0">That curtain'd heaven from their raptured eyes;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Still from attainment spread an ocean wide,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And bade them pause in sight of paradise:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Her father sternly his fond suit denied,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Nor soften'd to his prayers, nor heard his sighs;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">So Julian shrined her image in his soul,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Till happier fortune brought them sweeter dole.<br /></span> +</div> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_101" id="Page_101">[Pg 101]</a></span></p> +<h4>XVI.</h4> +<div class="poem"> +<span class="i0">Now at Verona sojourn'd he a space,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Dreaming of her, as he must everywhere;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Unconscious of the woes that grew apace,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And soon might drive his spirit to despair;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Unconscious that his love in grief's embrace<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Cradled her panting soul, nigh dead with care,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And wept at noontide, wept at dewy eve,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Till e'en the light that saw her seem'd to grieve.<br /></span> +</div> + +<h4>XVII.</h4> +<div class="poem"> +<span class="i0">There was a suitor, who with crooked frame<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Crawled in the race for beauty; thither prest,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Not 'fore the gaze of heaven, but as in shame<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Hid he the purpose in his own dark breast,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And serpented his motions to his aim,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Like one who stabs a victim in his rest;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">For still the heart must feel in its calm time,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">That to crush love's true spirit is a crime.<br /></span> +</div> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_102" id="Page_102">[Pg 102]</a></span></p> +<h4>XVIII.</h4> +<div class="poem"> +<span class="i0">One midnight gather'd round the fatal board<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Where wealth's death rattle echoes in the dice,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Her sire, Amieri, with some others pored<br /></span> +<span class="i0">In full abstraction of the cursëd vice.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Each golden piece raked from his precious hoard,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Froze the vext heart-pulse of the wretch like ice.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">There was no sound save the cold ring of gold,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">That broke the stillness as a knell had toll'd.<br /></span> +</div> + +<h4>XIX.</h4> +<div class="poem"> +<span class="i0">Amieri staked, and lost, and staked again,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Drawn, fascinated, to his ruin fast,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Imploring fortune to his aid in vain,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Till, desperate, he staked all on one cast,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And lost—was ruined—and fell down as slain,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Life, fortune, seeming at a moment past,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Like gambling pledges raked from Earth's rich hoard<br /></span> +<span class="i0">By Death's strong hand, whose gains are ne'er restored.<br /></span> +</div> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_103" id="Page_103">[Pg 103]</a></span></p> +<h4>XX.</h4> +<div class="poem"> +<span class="i0">Better if he had staked upon a throw<br /></span> +<span class="i0">His honour and his daughter openly,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And thus like some fell fiend at one swift blow<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Sunk all he loved in utter misery,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Than yielding unto calculation slow,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Consent to blast them, and a witness be<br /></span> +<span class="i0">While sorrow sapped the vigour of her frame,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And with her weakness stronger grew his shame;<br /></span> +</div> + +<h4>XXI.</h4> +<div class="poem"> +<span class="i0">For in the morning the betrayer rose,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The crippled Pietro, the false lover, and<br /></span> +<span class="i0">With honied phrases, and well studied shows,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Sought from Amieri poor Alcesté's hand,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Whilst for his "intercession" he bestows<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Full restitution of his wealth and land;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Fortune and Honour, fronted, held the field—<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Ah! poor Alcesté, why did honour yield!<br /></span> +</div> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_104" id="Page_104">[Pg 104]</a></span></p> +<h4>XXII.</h4> +<div class="poem"> +<span class="i0">Amieri humbled like a guilty thing<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Beneath shame's level, tremblingly agreed,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And sought by torture of the mind to wring<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Her sad consent to save him in his need,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Falsehood and art together minist'ring,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">To soften her weak heart, and gild the deed;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">By prayers he moved her, and by childish tears,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And fann'd into fierce flame her woman's fears,<br /></span> +</div> + +<h4>XXIII.</h4> +<div class="poem"> +<span class="i0">Till she, poor fluttering dove, mesh'd in the net,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Panted with bitter anguish and dismay,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">By love and fear so grievously beset,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">That each would draw her on a diff'rent way.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Her tears at night the sleepless pillow wet,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And coursed along her pallid cheeks by day,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Making life weary, sad, and full of woe,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Her hopes of bliss and rapture shatter'd so.<br /></span> +</div> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_105" id="Page_105">[Pg 105]</a></span></p> +<h4>XXIV.</h4> +<div class="poem"> +<span class="i0">When did a woman's spirit true and sweet,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">E'er close its issues against pity's cry,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">E'er hold the field for self without defeat,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Nor yield to prayer, though yielding were to die!<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And so she trembled to this calm retreat,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">To weep her bitter doom forth silently,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Where in the sadness of the fountain's tone,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">She heard a gentle echo of her own.<br /></span> +</div> + +<h4>XXV.</h4> +<div class="poem"> +<span class="i0">A feeble step trail'd o'er the gravell'd way,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">At which she thrill'd and turned in sudden fright,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Whilst in her eyes there shot a fitful ray,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">That scorched the tears up with its flashing light.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">He was a weak old man, and time's decay<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Stood on his brow and thin locks snowy white,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And trembling hands that shook upon his staff,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">As though, alive, they wrote their epitaph.<br /></span> +</div> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_106" id="Page_106">[Pg 106]</a></span></p> +<h4>XXVI.</h4> +<div class="poem"> +<span class="i0">Slowly he came, reading with anxious eyes<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The thoughts that flicker'd on Alcesté's mien,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Veiling dishonour under Virtue's guise,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And avarice as though 'twere sorrow keen;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And still 'mid tears, and groans, and piping sighs,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">He querulled forth his plaints the space between,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"Must thy poor father beg so near the grave,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"Be not so cruel—O! my daughter—save!"<br /></span> +</div> + +<h4>XXVII.</h4> +<div class="poem"> +<span class="i0">"Sir!" softly said she, while the colour fled<br /></span> +<span class="i0">From her smooth cheeks till they grew ashy pale,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"Cast off your mourning features—I will wed<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"Though Death should be the bridegroom, and not quail;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"The sorrows of our house be on my head;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"What though a woman's—'tis no novel tale,—<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"Within her <i>weakness</i> does my comfort lie,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"For if the storm be sore, the <i>flower</i> will die.<br /></span> +</div> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_107" id="Page_107">[Pg 107]</a></span></p> +<h4>XXVIII.</h4> +<div class="poem"> +<span class="i0">"Think not, sir," she said on with noble scorn,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"This husband of your choosing loses aught<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"In that the world doth know him basely born,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"And with a shrine that fits the inner thought;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"Think not a silly woman's heart will mourn<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"A shape in Nature's merry moments wrought,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"Or weep the finding of each broad defect,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"Or wish the form less wry or more erect.<br /></span> +</div> + +<h4>XXIX.</h4> +<div class="poem"> +<span class="i0">"No! sir! each twisted joint will be my pride,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"The blazon of my fortunes to the crowd,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"Till envy shall pursue the happy bride<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"Sworn to a lord with graces so endowed;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"And fame shall bear his virtues far and wide,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"And trumpet them unto the world aloud;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"Then let them say—'Ah! she is over-bought;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"'He is a jewel rare, and she is naught'!<br /></span> +</div> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_108" id="Page_108">[Pg 108]</a></span></p> +<h4>XXX.</h4> +<div class="poem"> +<span class="i0">"But, sir, although I would not have men hold<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"My love won by his merits or his charms,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"This tongue shall ne'er the bitter truth unfold,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"Though falsehood soil me with its sneering harms;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"'Tis meet to <i>you</i> the secret should be told,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"But henceforth a stern law my grief disarms;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"Pray heaven, sir, that your conscience may be dumb,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"And his, as my lips for the time to come!"<br /></span> +</div> + +<h4>XXXI.</h4> +<div class="poem"> +<span class="i0">Thus far her woman's indignation ran,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Roused into conflict by the cruel wrong,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Standing erect before that crouching man,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Weak in his shame—she in her virtue strong;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Whilst on her quivering lips and cheeks so wan,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Reproach and scorn alternate coursed along—<br /></span> +<span class="i0">But to her heart the silence went, and then<br /></span> +<span class="i0">She swept past in her gentleness again,<br /></span> +</div> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_109" id="Page_109">[Pg 109]</a></span></p> +<h4>XXXII.</h4> +<div class="poem"> +<span class="i0">The tresses rustling on her neck, and she<br /></span> +<span class="i0">A woman meek and tender as a dove,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Yet to her full heart stricken utterly;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And as she went, her moist eyes turn'd above,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Sighing, "Poor Julian, heaven have care of thee,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"And grant thee mercy for thy hapless love!"<br /></span> +<span class="i0">She said no more, but 'twas a piteous thing<br /></span> +<span class="i0">To see a helpless maid so sorrowing.<br /></span> +</div> + +<h4>XXXIII.</h4> +<div class="poem"> +<span class="i0">She wept her tears full out, for on the day<br /></span> +<span class="i0">That was to make her bride, the lids were bare;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And such cold sternness on her lips did stay,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">It seemed as though a smile had ne'er been there.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">They clad her graceful form in white array,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And twined sweet blossoms with her golden hair,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And made her lovely who must still be so<br /></span> +<span class="i0">E'en 'mid despair, and tears, and cruel woe.<br /></span> +</div> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_110" id="Page_110">[Pg 110]</a></span></p> +<h4>XXXIV.</h4> +<div class="poem"> +<span class="i0">He darken'd by her side with honied smile,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And fawning courtesy, and limping stride,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Showing to those who knew the heart, more vile<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The baseness that his gilding sought to hide;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">But she went on unmoved, and stood the while<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Still as a marble statue at his side;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Certes, a terror o'er the spirit crept,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">It had been mercy had the lady wept.<br /></span> +</div> + +<h4>XXXV.</h4> +<div class="poem"> +<span class="i0">Julian heard it, and with passion burning<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Sped he to Florence—to the spoiler's den,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Knock'd at the portals, and the lacqueys spurning,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Rush'd into presence of the guilty men,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Father and husband from the church returning,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Alcesté standing by them—paler then,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">She thrill'd as though she would have fled to him,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Then calm'd again to stone in every limb.<br /></span> +</div> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_111" id="Page_111">[Pg 111]</a></span></p> +<h4>XXXVI.</h4> +<div class="poem"> +<span class="i0">He said—"Alcesté!"—he said nothing more,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">But gazed a space into her melting eyes<br /></span> +<span class="i0">So woefully, her poor heart flutter'd sore,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Like a caged lark that thrills to mount the skies.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">He said, "Is this the bliss we pictured o'er?<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"Is this the rapture, this the Paradise?<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"O perjured vows! O cruel love!" he said,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"Thus at a blow to strike hope's spirit dead."<br /></span> +</div> + +<h4>XXXVII.</h4> +<div class="poem"> +<span class="i0">He said, "Shame on a venal love like thine,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"That barters truth for every gilded toy;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"Shame on the heart that kneels at mammon's shrine,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"There calmly immolates another's joy;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"Shame on the tongue that breathes in tones divine<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"Sweet vows, that on the fond soul never cloy,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"Then with their echoes faded scarce away,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"The victim of their magic can betray!"<br /></span> +</div> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_112" id="Page_112">[Pg 112]</a></span></p> +<h4>XXXVIII.</h4> +<div class="poem"> +<span class="i0">"Shame on thee, false Alcesté, most of all;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"Shame on thy gentle face, so frank and fair;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"Shame on thy tender eyes, whose light did fall<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"Softly upon the soul, like blessings there;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"Shame on thy voice, so low and musical;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"Shame on the clusters of thy golden hair;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"Shame on them that make thee so bright and sweet,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"Yet but an angel-temple for deceit!"<br /></span> +</div> + +<h4>XXXIX.</h4> +<div class="poem"> +<span class="i0">She stood stone still, and answer'd ne'er a word,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Though sore the taunts went stabbing through her breast;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">But her heart beat till it could nigh be heard,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Amid the silence of her breath supprest,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And through her frame a fitful tremor stirr'd,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Like a bowed willow trembling in its rest.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And then he turn'd him to the speechless twain,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">With looks of bitter anger and disdain.<br /></span> +</div> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_113" id="Page_113">[Pg 113]</a></span></p> +<h4>XL.</h4> +<div class="poem"> +<span class="i0">"Sirs! Ye are noble warriors in good sooth,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"With bearing worthy of so fair a cause;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"Spoilers of love, and constancy, and truth,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"And laurelled by a sordid world's applause!<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"Curses upon ye and your gilded ruth,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"Whom pity nor remorse could ever pause;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"Curses upon ye, deep as your own shame,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"Deep as your fiendish hearts themselves could frame."<br /></span> +</div> + +<h4>XLI.</h4> +<div class="poem"> +<span class="i0">Again he turned to her with softened feeling,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"Dear shattered idol of this heart" he cried,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"I cannot curse <i>thee</i>, e'en thou art sealing<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"The cruel doom that bans me from thy side.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"No! No! a blessing from my soul is stealing,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"Nerved by a power that will not be denied,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"So be thou blessëd, charm'd against all evil,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"An angel still, though wedded to a devil."<br /></span> +</div> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_114" id="Page_114">[Pg 114]</a></span></p> +<h4>XLII.</h4> +<div class="poem"> +<span class="i0">She answer'd ne'er a word, but stood stone still,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Fetter'd as 'twere within some horrid trance,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Alive to torture and to deadly ill,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Yet powerless of a word, a sigh, a glance;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">But when he fled at last, a mortal thrill<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Shot cold and icy through her like a lance,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And down she swoon'd, without a word or tear;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">It made those guilty men grow pale with fear.<br /></span> +</div> + +<h4>XLIII.</h4> +<div class="poem"> +<span class="i0">They bore her, stirless, to her snowy nest,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Stirless, they laid her there as cold as lead,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">All in her stainless bridal garments drest,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">With fragrant blossoms circled round her head.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">They laid their hands upon her dewy breast,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And trembled back as those who touch the dead;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">They wiped the dew from off her clammy brow,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And shudder'd, 'twas so cold and passive now.<br /></span> +</div> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_115" id="Page_115">[Pg 115]</a></span></p> +<h4>XLIV.</h4> +<div class="poem"> +<span class="i0">Vainly they pierced the fair and rounded arm,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">No crimson stream gush'd o'er its spotless snow;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Vainly they sought the frozen heart to warm,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And bid its chill'd and torpid currents flow;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Vainly they practised every learnëd charm<br /></span> +<span class="i0">To call into the veins life's ruddy glow;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Stirless, they laid her on that bridal bed,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Stirless, she lay, all life and motion fled.<br /></span> +</div> + +<h4>XLV.</h4> +<div class="poem"> +<span class="i0">The life-long night they watched and laboured there,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">With fearful whispers pulsing on the ear,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The trembling women gasping many a prayer,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Wrung by a rustle, freighted up with fear,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Till morning came, and with it came despair,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">So still she lay, so icy cold and sere;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And silently and slow they crept away,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">With bated breath as though she slumb'ring lay.<br /></span> +</div> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_116" id="Page_116">[Pg 116]</a></span></p> +<h4>XLVI.</h4> +<div class="poem"> +<span class="i0">They 'lumed pale torches at her moveless feet,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">That flung grey shadows round the ghostly room,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And ofttimes misty clouds of incense sweet<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Went wreathing upward through the death-like gloom;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">There was no sound, not e'en a faint heart-beat,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">But all was silent as it were Death's tomb,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And from without the breezes as they drave,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Sigh'd low and sad like mourners o'er a grave.<br /></span> +</div> + +<h4>XLVII.</h4> +<div class="poem"> +<span class="i0">The maiden lay there beautiful and pure,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">As one that slept and sunn'd her soul in heaven,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">From every chance of grief and pain secure,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Sublimed from every taint of earthly leaven;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Her placid bosom through white vestiture<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Shone soft and holy, that poor breast so riven,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And her small hands prest gently as in prayer,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Breath'd from the Earth to Heaven, and ended there.<br /></span> +</div> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_117" id="Page_117">[Pg 117]</a></span></p> +<h4>XLVIII.</h4> +<div class="poem"> +<span class="i0">They came with stilly tread and panting breath,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And softly laid her on the narrow bier,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">A lovely sleeper in the arms of death,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Unruffled by a dream or chilly fear,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">As some fair child that sweetly slumbereth<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Upon the bosom of her mother dear.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">They bore the dead forth over flowers to rest,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Whose living feet on cruel thorns had prest.<br /></span> +</div> + +<h4>XLIX.</h4> +<div class="poem"> +<span class="i0">He, crooked though in frame, in spirit more,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Went by her now as erst he did in life,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">A slayer, watching whilst they slowly bore<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The helpless victim of his unseen knife;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And sorrow for a mask he broadly wore,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">To cloak the guilt that in his heart was rife.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Woe to thee, base heart, from the lids that weep!<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Woe to thee, base heart, from the eyes that sleep!<br /></span> +</div> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_118" id="Page_118">[Pg 118]</a></span></p> +<h4>L.</h4> +<div class="poem"> +<span class="i0">There was a vault within whose stifling maw<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Lay many a scion of Amieri's race,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Crumbling to dust beneath Death's sapping thaw,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">That still melts down mortality apace;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And round the fastness distillations raw<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Moulder'd the stones with damp and hideous trace;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And here they laid her beautiful and pure,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">From every chance of grief and pain secure.<br /></span> +</div> + +<h4>LI.</h4> +<div class="poem"> +<span class="i0">Close in their cold and narrow coffins pent,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Around her lay ancestral ashes heaped,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">That through the dank and clammy darkness sent<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Currents in foul and noxious vapours steeped;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And loudly through the gloomy stillness went<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The oozy plashes from the roof that dripped,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Marking the minutes as they slid away,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">With slimy tokens of the frame's decay.<br /></span> +</div> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_119" id="Page_119">[Pg 119]</a></span></p> +<h4>LII.</h4> +<div class="poem"> +<span class="i0">The rank air slumber'd deep on midnight wings,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Dead as the dead that fester'd 'neath its shade,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Hush'd from those low and fearful whisperings,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">That make the living pallid and afraid,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Till nigh amid its awful shadowings,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The cerements silver'd round the hapless maid,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">As might a lucent gem with radiance glow,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Caught from the brightness of the soul below.<br /></span> +</div> + +<h4>LIII.</h4> +<div class="poem"> +<span class="i0">Soh! 'tis a sigh—low drawn and very faint,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">A spirit stirring 'mid the slumb'ring dead,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Bodiless, homeless, breathing forth its plaint,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Nor yet from life and its sad memories fled.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Soh! it comes swooning through the air so taint<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Acute and clear as ever arrow sped;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Ah! miserere for the hapless soul,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">That from the shores of death thus wafts its dole.<br /></span> +</div> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_120" id="Page_120">[Pg 120]</a></span></p> +<h4>LIV.</h4> +<div class="poem"> +<span class="i0">Soh! the soft raising of a white clad arm—<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Are holy angels bearing her away?<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Ave Maria! shield thy child from harm,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And guard her from this mansion of decay!<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Soh! how the lady trembles with alarm,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">How wildly round the cave her glances stray,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Until amid the torpid gloom they die<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Of space deep darken'd to immensity.<br /></span> +</div> + +<h4>LV.</h4> +<div class="poem"> +<span class="i0">With frenzied strength from off her naked feet,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">She tore the linen fetters they had bound,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And mantled closely in white winding sheet,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The maiden slid upon the icy ground;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">With tottering steps that terror rendered fleet,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And trembling hands she traced the vault around,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Stumbling o'er rotten shells whose prison'd bones<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Rattled beneath her touch with hollow groans.<br /></span> +</div> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_121" id="Page_121">[Pg 121]</a></span></p> +<h4>LVI.</h4> +<div class="poem"> +<span class="i0">Her palm grew clammy with the slimy ooze<br /></span> +<span class="i0">That fester'd on the walls in sick'ning streams,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">As on the pallid brow Death's icy dews<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Gather, the presage of corruption's seams;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Pale horror every sound and motion glues,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">So corpse-like all around the dungeon seems;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">But on—and a low portal met her hand,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">By iron staunchions in quaint tracings spann'd.<br /></span> +</div> + +<h4>LVII.</h4> +<div class="poem"> +<span class="i0">And so escaping from her death-like swoon,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Forth sped she to the clear and healthful air,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Fearing her shadow which the orbëd moon<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Flung darkly on the moss-enwoven stair;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And her white feet, used to the silken shoon,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Chilled 'neath the stone so comfortless and bare,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Falling unechoed as she sped away,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Wing'd with the strength of wonder and dismay.<br /></span> +</div> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_122" id="Page_122">[Pg 122]</a></span></p> +<h4>LVIII.</h4> +<div class="poem"> +<span class="i0">Amid her loosen'd hair the night-breeze play'd,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And sent it waving wildly o'er her breast,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Until the snowy lawn with golden braid<br /></span> +<span class="i0">In soft and waving traceries seemed drest.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And as she sped along a muffled shade<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Still at her side o'er tombs and grasses prest,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">As though insatiate Death in discontent<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Pursuing his escapëd victim went.<br /></span> +</div> + +<h4>LIX.</h4> +<div class="poem"> +<span class="i0">Ah! whither shall she flee, poor hapless thing,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">To find a rest more blissful than the grave,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">For what sweet haven spread her weary wing,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">To nestle from the foam of sorrow's wave?<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The midnight winds are sadly whispering,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And coldly on her beating temples lave;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Yes!—on—an iron law is in her soul,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Peace! trembling heart, brave not its stern controul.<br /></span> +</div> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_123" id="Page_123">[Pg 123]</a></span></p> +<h4>LX.</h4> +<div class="poem"> +<span class="i0">Weary and trembling tarried she at last<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Before her bridal home, with fitful cries,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Till on the crooked Pietro limping past<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The buried voice in trembling accents sighs.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The portal opens—but the wretch, aghast,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Before that white-draped phantom, livid, flies<br /></span> +<span class="i0">As slayer 'fore his risen victim might,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Smitten with guilty terror at the sight.<br /></span> +</div> + +<h4>LXI.</h4> +<div class="poem"> +<span class="i0">Woe to thee, coward, in thy secret places!<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Woe to thee in the daylight haunts of men!<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Cold terror wrap thee in his close embraces,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And bear thee shrieking to his haunted den.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Circle thy midnight couch with vengeful faces,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And conscience torture beyond mortal ken;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Ave Maria! blessings on the maid<br /></span> +<span class="i0">All in the moonlight at thy portal laid.<br /></span> +</div> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_124" id="Page_124">[Pg 124]</a></span></p> +<h4>LXII.</h4> +<div class="poem"> +<span class="i0">Vainly she calls for help in fainting tones,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Only the watchful echoes heed the sound,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Respondless bearing on her hapless moans,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Fainter and fainter o'er the moonlit ground—<br /></span> +<span class="i0">On—on—she hurries o'er the flinty stones,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Like spirit on some dreadful mission bound;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And from that guilty threshold as she stept,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The grave clothes off her trembling footprints swept.<br /></span> +</div> + +<h4>LXIII.</h4> +<div class="poem"> +<span class="i0">She sank nigh dead with weariness and fear<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Before the dwelling of her early youth,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Breathing forth saddest sighs which but to hear<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Might melt the heart with tenderness and ruth.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">She lay there like a bud which tempests drear<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Nip in its spring time with remorseless tooth;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Ah! sure a father's heart will tender be,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Nor close its issues 'gainst her utterly.<br /></span> +</div> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_125" id="Page_125">[Pg 125]</a></span></p> +<h4>LXIV.</h4> +<div class="poem"> +<span class="i0">Amieri wander'd through his gloomy halls<br /></span> +<span class="i0">With restless steps and vacant rolling eyne,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Whilst from each wide spread casement down there falls<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Upon his blanchëd locks the moon's pale sheen,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">As though a voice within him ever calls,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And bids him follow some old form unseen;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">She lies upon your threshold, weak old man—<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Up! take her to your arms while yet you can!<br /></span> +</div> + +<h4>LXV.</h4> +<div class="poem"> +<span class="i0">Faint sighs come to him on the sleep-hush'd air,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">That swell to thunder in his timid breast,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Rooted he gazes out with glazëd stare<br /></span> +<span class="i0">At his poor murder'd child in grave clothes drest;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"My Father!" cried she in her chill despair,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">With palms together in mute anguish prest—<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"Hence! hence! avenging spirit, haunt me not!"<br /></span> +<span class="i0">He cried, then totter'd from the fearful spot.<br /></span> +</div> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_126" id="Page_126">[Pg 126]</a></span></p> +<h4>LXVI.</h4> +<div class="poem"> +<span class="i0">She rose and fled in terror through the night,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">All witless whither her weak steps might stray,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">As some freed bird first wings its rapid flight<br /></span> +<span class="i0">From its close prison to the realms of day;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">But on a sudden beam'd an inward light<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Upon her troubled soul and bid her stay,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">With the warm blood sent swiftly to her cheeks,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The trace that signals when the fond heart speaks.<br /></span> +</div> + +<h4>LXVII.</h4> +<div class="poem"> +<span class="i0">She thought of Julian—he so kind and true,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And how they gladden'd in the times gone by;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">She thought how he had stolen her love's young dew,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And fused into her heart so tenderly,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Until beneath affection's power, they grew<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Together knit in one sweet unity;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And now poor maid, by kith and kin forsaken,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Unto <i>his</i> heart she felt she would be taken.<br /></span> +</div> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_127" id="Page_127">[Pg 127]</a></span></p> +<h4>LXVIII.</h4> +<div class="poem"> +<span class="i0">O blessed power of Love! that still can keep<br /></span> +<span class="i0">A quiet haven for the weary soul,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">When o'er the sea of life grief-tempests sweep,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And surging billows o'er contentment roll;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And thither though Affliction's cloud be deep<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The heart steers true beneath its sweet controul!<br /></span> +<span class="i0">To him, the loved, the lost, thus basely spurned,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">She fled a prisoner from Death's chains return'd.<br /></span> +</div> + +<h4>LXIX.</h4> +<div class="poem"> +<span class="i0">Sigh for the heart that follows to the grave<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The perish'd idol of its summer dreams!<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Sigh for the heart that powerless all to save,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Sees its sweet treasure gulph'd in sorrow's streams;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And joys that ivy-like around it clave,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Nipp'd of their blossoms, shorn of their warm beams!<br /></span> +<span class="i0">So Julian follow'd from afar her bier,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">With many a sigh, with many a bitter tear.<br /></span> +</div> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_128" id="Page_128">[Pg 128]</a></span></p> +<h4>LXX.</h4> +<div class="poem"> +<span class="i0">Within the stillness of his chamber, he<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Open'd the flood-gates of his chill despair,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Darkening the midnight with deep misery,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Freighting the moments all with heavy care,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Weeping for her he loved so utterly,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Whose presence only made existence fair,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">His pallid face sunk in the outspread palms,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Moist with the dew that her dear loss embalms.<br /></span> +</div> + +<h4>LXXI.</h4> +<div class="poem"> +<span class="i0">Soft through the lattice steals a gentle voice,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Breathing his name in accents faint and weak,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Tones that in past days made his soul rejoice,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And now send crimson currents to his cheek.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"Dear vision," said he, "of long cherish'd joys!<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"That now so sweetly in my soul dost speak,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"Fade not away, but like a fixëd star,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"Shine on my spirit from thy heavens afar.<br /></span> +</div> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_129" id="Page_129">[Pg 129]</a></span></p> +<h4>LXXII.</h4> +<div class="poem"> +<span class="i0">"Oh! thou art lovely in thy radiant sphere,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"As thou wert once, the day-star of my heart,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"Revealing ever shadowless and clear<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"The blessed rays that in thy spirit start.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"O light! O life! O angels hovering near!<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"Pity us, sunder'd thus so far apart."<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Upon her love the maid imploring cries—<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Awaken, Julian, or thy loved one dies!<br /></span> +</div> + +<h4>LXXIII.</h4> +<div class="poem"> +<span class="i0">He rose, and to the lattice trancëd went,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Where through the opened eaves the moonlight fell,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And to his tearful glances downward bent,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Show'd that dear form, loved and remember'd well.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Gazed he in fond and loving wonderment,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">As one who slumbers under Fancy's spell,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">On his beloved in cerements snowy white,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">All in the moonrays pictured there so bright.<br /></span> +</div> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_130" id="Page_130">[Pg 130]</a></span></p> +<h4>LXXIV.</h4> +<div class="poem"> +<span class="i0">"Dream of my soul!" he said, "thus softly stealing<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"From thine empyrean o'er my aching sense,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"Pouring thy balm on my pierced heart, and healing<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"Cold sorrow's wounds with ravishment intense;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"Fold still thy wings, and thus in light revealing<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"Thine angel charms, flee ne'er away from hence."<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Still on his name she call'd with swooning sighs,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And hands convulsive prest, and upturn'd eyes.<br /></span> +</div> + +<h4>LXXV.</h4> +<div class="poem"> +<span class="i0">"It is my love," he said, "by death set free<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"From cruel bonds that sever'd our true vows,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"Thus from the piteous tomb return'd to me,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"In white array with blossoms on her brows.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"Ah! blessed is love's immortality,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"That e'en the grave with softest charms endows;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"And blessed thou, mine own, alive or dead,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"That to this yearning heart once more hast fled.<br /></span> +</div> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_131" id="Page_131">[Pg 131]</a></span></p> +<h4>LXXVI.</h4> +<div class="poem"> +<span class="i0">Entrancëd still he wander'd to the gate,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Where stood Alcesté in sad weary plight,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Sore press'd with sentience of her hapless fate,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Weeping, nigh hopeless, in the pale moonlight.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Tarried he there in strange delicious strait,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Lapt in the wonder of his dreaming sight;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Then opening wide his arms in raptured prayer,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Her gentle spirit swoon'd and nestled there.<br /></span> +</div> + +<h4>LXXVII.</h4> +<div class="poem"> +<span class="i0">O Paradise! to waken from a dream,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">A sleep-revealment of delights, and find<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The rosy fancies, beauteous though they seem,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Reality, and in our fond arms twined;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Truth haloed by imagination's beam,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And heaven and earth in one sweet birth combined.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Thus Julian gazed upon her fainting form,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Robed for the grave yet with existence warm.<br /></span> +</div> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_132" id="Page_132">[Pg 132]</a></span></p> +<h4>LXXVIII.</h4> +<div class="poem"> +<span class="i0">He bore her as a mother bears a child<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Within the cradle of her tender breast,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">His throbbing heart, 'twixt hope and fear nigh wild,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">With that dear lifeless form against it prest,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Like some bright angel beautiful and mild,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Sunk in the calmness of Elysian rest.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Upon her lips he breath'd his soul away,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Whilst she in stilly swoon Joy's prisoner lay.<br /></span> +</div> + +<h4>LXXIX.</h4> +<div class="poem"> +<span class="i0">Slowly she oped her silken-lidded eyes,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">As night steals from the virgin blue of morn,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Gazing on him she loved, in sweet surprise,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Thus tenderly within his bosom borne;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Whilst clouded Memory through old time flies,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Sinking where she from that dear breast was torn.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Ah! blessed future never snatch her thence,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">But sun the visions of her innocence.<br /></span> +</div> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_133" id="Page_133">[Pg 133]</a></span></p> +<h4>LXXX.</h4> +<div class="poem"> +<span class="i0">Report ran through the city that the maid<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Ransom'd from Death's cold grasp had happily been,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And, in the moonlight, no unhousell'd shade<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Those fearful, conscience-stricken men had seen;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Till they in day-born confidence array'd,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Followed in quest, like blood-hounds swift and keen,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Tracking love's footsteps out with cruel art,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">To its sweet resting place within the heart.<br /></span> +</div> + +<h4>LXXXI.</h4> +<div class="poem"> +<span class="i0">They came to Julian, and with honied guise<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Flatter'd him to restore the risen maid;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Seek ye to charm the eagle of his prize,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Within his eyrie on the mountain laid;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">But Love, more strong, all sapping art defies,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Nor ever from its fixëd trust is sway'd!<br /></span> +<span class="i0">They came with arms, they came with vengeful threats,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Poor fluttering dove! what danger thee besets.<br /></span> +</div> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_134" id="Page_134">[Pg 134]</a></span></p> +<h4>LXXXII.</h4> +<div class="poem"> +<span class="i0">Before the Father of the Church they went<br /></span> +<span class="i0">With humble suit, with supplications strong,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Revenge and lust confirming their intent,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And like foul magic drawing them along.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Ave Maria! save the innocent,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Nor let firm judgment minister to wrong,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Warping the tenor of the righteous laws,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">To aid oppression and a hollow cause.<br /></span> +</div> + +<h4>LXXXIII.</h4> +<div class="poem"> +<span class="i0">It was decreed that she who thus had been<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Parted from all earth's cares and sympathies,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Wafted by prayer into a fairer scene,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">As one who in pure penitency dies,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Thence drew new birthright from that air serene<br /></span> +<span class="i0">To ransom her from antenatal ties.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Rejoice, Alcesté, twice from Death thou'rt free!<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Rejoice, O Julian! life is brought to thee.<br /></span> +</div> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_135" id="Page_135">[Pg 135]</a></span></p> +<h4>LXXXIV.</h4> +<div class="poem"> +<span class="i0">Sweet are the joys that follow on despair,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Like sunrays kissing noontide mists away,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Leaving the unveil'd summer skies more fair<br /></span> +<span class="i0">For the deep shades that on their brightness lay.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And love's sweet firmament dispell'd of care,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Rivals the glories of its early day,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Sunning their progress down life's troubled stream,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Wrapt in each other, pillow'd in a dream.<br /></span> +</div> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_136" id="Page_136">[Pg 136]</a></span></p> +<h2><a name="PYGMALION" id="PYGMALION"></a>PYGMALION.</h2> + + +<h4>PART I.<br /><br /> +<span class="smcap">The Man.</span></h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i2">In the blue Ægean is Cyprus,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Set in the midst of the waters<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Like a starry isle in the ocean of heaven.<br /></span> +<span class="i2">The waters ripple around it<br /></span> +<span class="i2">With soft and luminous motion,<br /></span> +<span class="i4">Strewing the silvery sands<br /></span> +<span class="i2">With shells amaranthine, and flowers<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Borne from amid the white coral stems,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Like off'rings of peace from the ocean.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i2">Amid it riseth Olympus,<a name="FNanchor_A_1" id="FNanchor_A_1"></a><a href="#Footnote_A_1" class="fnanchor">[A]</a><br /></span> +<span class="i2">Stately and grand as the throne of the gods,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And the island sleeps 'neath its shadow<br /></span> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_137" id="Page_137">[Pg 137]</a></span> +<span class="i0">Like a fair babe 'neath the care of its father.<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Streams clear as the diamond<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Evermore wander around it,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Like the vein'd tide through our members,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Quick with the blessings of beauty,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And health and verdurous pleasure,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Filling with yellow sheaves<br /></span> +<span class="i1">And plenty the bosom of Ceres;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Calling forth flowers from the slumbering Earth,<br /></span> +<span class="i1">Like thoughts from the dream of a Poet,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Till the island throughout is a garden,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The child and the plaything of summer.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i1">In luscious clusters the fruit hangs<br /></span> +<span class="i1">In the sunshine, melting away<br /></span> +<span class="i2">From sweetness to sweetness.<br /></span> +<span class="i1">The grapes clust'ring 'mid leaves,<br /></span> +<span class="i1">That give their bright hue to the eye<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Like the setting of rubies.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The nectarines and the pomegranates<br /></span> +<span class="i1">Glowing with crimson ripeness,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And the orange trees with their blossoms<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Yielding sweet odour to every breeze,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">As the incense flows from the censer.<br /></span> +</div><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_138" id="Page_138">[Pg 138]</a></span> +<div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">The air is languid with pleasure and love,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Lulling the sense to dreams Elysian,<br /></span> +<span class="i1">Making life seem a glorious trance,<br /></span> +<span class="i1">Full of bright visions of heaven,<br /></span> +<span class="i1">Safe from the touch of reality,<br /></span> +<span class="i1">Toil none—woe none—pain,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Wild and illusive as sleep-revelations.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Time to be poured like wine from a chalice<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Sparkling and joyous for aye,<br /></span> +<span class="i1">Drained amid mirth and music,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">The brows circled with ivy,<br /></span> +<span class="i1">And the goblet at last like a gift<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Thrust in the bosom of slumber.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i2">Thus are the people of Cyprus;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Young men and old making holiday,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Decking them daintily forth<br /></span> +<span class="i2">In robes of Sidonian purple:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The maidens all beauteous but wanton,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Foolishly flinging youth's gifts,<br /></span> +<span class="i1">Its jewels—its richest adornment,<br /></span> +<span class="i1">Like dross on the altar of pleasure;<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Letting the worm of mortality<br /></span> +<span class="i1">Eat out their hearts till they bear<br /></span> +<span class="i1">Only the semblance of angels.<br /></span> +</div><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_139" id="Page_139">[Pg 139]</a></span> +<div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Amongst them like a gaunt and gnarlëd oak<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Waving majestic o'er a pigmy race,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Pygmalion was; for by the mete of soul<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Man ranges in the phalanx of his age.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">His heart was like an ocean, tremulous<br /></span> +<span class="i0">With radiant aspirations and high thoughts<br /></span> +<span class="i0">That fretted ever on mortality,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Wearing life out with passion and desire,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Struggling against the limits of the flesh,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The bonds and shackles of the Possible,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">That bound him, like Prometheus, to the dust,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And clogg'd the upward winging of his soul.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">He walk'd 'mongst men like one who felt the strength<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Of nobler nature swelling in his breast,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Eternal breathings fanning the Divine<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Within him into flame and utterance.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">He spake not much, for that his heaving thoughts<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Yearn'd vainly for the living fire of heaven<br /></span> +<span class="i0">To burn them through the soul-core of the Time;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">But in the inner man the tumult sped<br /></span> +<span class="i0">In burning currents, like the ruddy streams<br /></span> +<span class="i0">From every pulse-beat of his o'er-fraught heart.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">His soul hung in an atmosphere of grace,<br /></span> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_140" id="Page_140">[Pg 140]</a></span> +<span class="i0">And beauty, midway betwixt earth and heaven,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Revolving, like the moon through azure space,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Mid starry fancies and faint orbëd dreams,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">That made bright land-marks in the spirit's flight.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Faint glimmerings of loveliness untold<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Flash'd ever on him in his solitudes,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Luring him on to search and far pursuit<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Through empyrean altitudes of thought,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Sped onward by the god-like thirst to grasp<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The spiritual, and with creative hand<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Mould it to corporal reality.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Love was his guiding star—his bright ideal<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Shining above all visions and all dreams,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">As doth the Pole-star o'er the icy North;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Love in its broad and fineless empery<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Ruling, directing all by right divine,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Pressing its seal of vassalage on thought,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And crushing passion with relentless heel;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Love—the refiner, whose alchymic art<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Transmuteth very dross to purest gold,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Passing emotion through the furnace heat<br /></span> +<span class="i0">That scorcheth up its perishable frame,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And yields the essence purified for Act.<br /></span> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_141" id="Page_141">[Pg 141]</a></span> +<span class="i0">The soul that wanders like the mission'd dove<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Along the chaos waste of boundless thought,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Must have some ark to nestle in on Earth,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And shelter from the endless Undefined.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">So to Eve's daughters would Pygmalion seek,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Won by sweet hopes and promises of good<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And beauty, such as emblem'd to him still<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The end accomplish'd of aspiring thirst—<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Essence and grace materialized. In them<br /></span> +<span class="i0">He saw the sum of Nature's perfectness,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The acmè of idealism reach'd:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Fair forms, smooth with the ruddy glow of health,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And ripening time, whose every motion seemed<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The wak'ning of ethereal gracefulness<br /></span> +<span class="i0">To life, and on whose lineaments the light<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Of a seraphic imagery play'd;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Forms lithe and rounded by the art of youth<br /></span> +<span class="i0">To be the shrines of spirit excellence,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And hold the fusion of immortal grace<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Unblemish'd by corporeal defect.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">What found he then? Flower-wreathëd chalices<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Tinted with rosy dyes, bright elegance<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Of shape and garniture, but brimming up<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Draughts bitter to the taste and nauseous.<br /></span> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_142" id="Page_142">[Pg 142]</a></span> +<span class="i0">He gazed upon their beauty, which his soul<br /></span> +<span class="i0">In thought had dower'd with purity and truth,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">As from the inward reflex of itself;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">But, gazing, all his visions pass'd away,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And cold reality rose death-like up<br /></span> +<span class="i0">To mow the aureate blossoms from his soul.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">In Amathus the chill grey morning dawn'd<br /></span> +<span class="i0">That woke him to truth's ruggedness, and left<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Life struggling, joyless, sunless, to its goal.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Woman stood forth before him beautiful,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">But mocking heaven with a shameless brow,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Wearing foul lewdness like a victor's crown,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And dashing virtue's elixir away.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">From the deep fountains of her eyes there flow'd<br /></span> +<span class="i0">No lucid streams of holiness and love,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">But lust and utter wantonness, that fill'd<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The heart with loathing, fraught with death to Hope.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Her crimson lips shed forth no silvery strains<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Of gentleness and peace to hymn life's bark<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Across the heaving waters of this Time,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">But folly and discordant revelry<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Sounded around her evermore, and woo'd<br /></span> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_143" id="Page_143">[Pg 143]</a></span> +<span class="i0">To sin and shame with notes once toned for heaven.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">No Priestess she of lovely innocence,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Stoled for the work with beauty nigh divine,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">But, warping all her natal destiny,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Prostrate she lay before the shrine of vice,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Yielding herself a living sacrifice<br /></span> +<span class="i0">To the deep blasting of the idol's breath.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">The heart clings fondly to the last faint hope<br /></span> +<span class="i0">That bindeth still the once dear to its love,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Rejecting credence whilst a doubt remains,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And so Pygmalion. Thought he, 'tis a phase<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Through which her soul doth pass, like rippling streams<br /></span> +<span class="i0">That filter for a space through earth's deep pores,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Emerging thence more pure and bright than erst,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And set himself with patient love to watch<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The giddy current of her blinded soul,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">For the subsidence of its troubled waves.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">It came not; till his spirit sick'ning o'er,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Pour'd forth its bitterness and wounded sense.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"Oh! living lie! truth's outward counterfeit!<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Fair masquerade of virtue's unknown charms!<br /></span> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_144" id="Page_144">[Pg 144]</a></span> +<span class="i0">Thou too hast perish'd from my trusting soul;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Thy beauty yet endureth, the fair sweep<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Of limb and rounded form, such as my art<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Can yield the senseless marble; but the soul<br /></span> +<span class="i0">That made the work of heaven stand forth alone,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">So peerless in its radiant loveliness,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Hath perished 'neath mortality's cold grasp,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And yielded up the patent of its charm.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Henceforth I can compete with Heaven, and fill<br /></span> +<span class="i0">My world with bright creations as its own,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Unmarr'd by inner loathsomeness and sin,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">That rushing through its pulses like a blight<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Make beauty hideous. Thou, my soul, return,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Sit on thy throne, and with creative might<br /></span> +<span class="i0">People thy kingdom with a beauteous race,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Fair form'd, and nobly featured, and the life<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Set undulating on the Parian,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Whom viewing, thou may'st cry with lofty joy,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">'Behold the life without its baser part.'<br /></span> +<span class="i0">O Beauty! I have loved thee with full heart,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Follow'd thy shadowy guidance as the cloud<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Sails at the unseen steering of the wind;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Sought thee in Heaven and Earth and Nature all,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Led by supreme adorings and desires,<br /></span> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_145" id="Page_145">[Pg 145]</a></span> +<span class="i0">Till by communion with thy perfect soul,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Mine hath grown wise, in measure, to discern.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Not now can I be satiate with grace<br /></span> +<span class="i0">That gildeth but the superficial frame<br /></span> +<span class="i0">With the false tissue of deep-seeming life;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The searching knife must pierce into the heart,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And shew a frame veined with the same warm stream<br /></span> +<span class="i0">That melts in blushes on the downy cheek.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">My bright ideal, like the bow of heaven,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Hath faded into nothingness, and made<br /></span> +<span class="i0">A blank upon the clouded sky of life.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Can my soul live and love not?<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i12">"I will call<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Art my divinity, and bid her frame<br /></span> +<span class="i0">New joys to cherish such as Earth hath not<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Create by natural developement;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Nature shall be my monitress, and teach<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The chisel knowledge of all loveliness,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">That wrought upon the snowy Parian,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Shall give investiture of life's pure part,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Grace, ease, and motion's unexerted power.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Better no soul than one debauched and foul,<br /></span> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_146" id="Page_146">[Pg 146]</a></span> +<span class="i0">And shaming beauty with eternal blots;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Therefore my creature shall be beautiful<br /></span> +<span class="i0">With all that makes up woman's excellence;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Youth's bloom imprinted on her gentle charms,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And tenderness set playing on her lips,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Whilst round her gracious presence for a robe<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Shall float the vesture of pure modesty;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">A woman, she, save in the fallen soul,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">A spotless angel framed, but spiritless;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">This being shall I mould, and with my love<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Animate to ideal consciousness,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Then let her sisterhood pass humbled on,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Unheeded in the depth of my content."<br /></span> +</div></div> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_A_1" id="Footnote_A_1"></a><a href="#FNanchor_A_1"><span class="label">[A]</span></a> The principal mountain of Cyprus was thus named.</p></div> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_147" id="Page_147">[Pg 147]</a></span></p> +<h4>PART II.<br /><br /> +<span class="smcap">The Worker.</span></h4> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Forth went he from the ebb and flow of men,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Whose busy vortex drowneth quiet thought,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">To hold communion with wise Nature's soul<br /></span> +<span class="i0">In solitude. Amongst lone woods he roamed,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Listing the murmurs of the swaying boughs<br /></span> +<span class="i0">That quivered with the spirit of the breeze,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Threading their archëd aisles with solemn heart,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And hiving in his soul a myriad thoughts<br /></span> +<span class="i0">That fell unseen upon him. Oft he stood<br /></span> +<span class="i0">On mountain fronts, and gazed long hours away,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Tracing the sweep of hill and dale, now veined<br /></span> +<span class="i0">With glistening waters, and now dark with groves,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Still changing till sight lost identity,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And the ideal and the real met.<br /></span> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_148" id="Page_148">[Pg 148]</a></span> +<span class="i0">He saw the sun enter the golden gates<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Of Night, that closed upon his radiant path,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And left Earth wondering; and star by star<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Unlid their shining orbs, and o'er heaven's plain<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Wheel their bright cars to greet him in the East.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">He saw the morn break beautiful and pure,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Like virgin from her slumbers, and robe earth<br /></span> +<span class="i0">In dewy brightness, cresting the far hills<br /></span> +<span class="i0">With glorious halos of oncoming day.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">All loveliness of earth and sky he sought,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And pondered with a heart attent to learn,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Knowing that Beauty, like a parent stream,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Is nourished by each trickling rill that flows<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Into it; and the soul that would be apt<br /></span> +<span class="i0">To work its highest counsels out, must toil<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Through long apprentice-ship to mastery,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">By units gath'ring fitness for the whole.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Thus did he, till with spirit brimming up<br /></span> +<span class="i0">With glorious inspiration, he returned,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And set the god-like in him to create;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">His swelling soul grew patient to the work,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Wise with the sense of innate potency,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And on the shapeless marble still he wrought<br /></span> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_149" id="Page_149">[Pg 149]</a></span> +<span class="i0">With faith and firm assurance.<br /></span> +<span class="i12">Many came<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Amid their aimless wanderings, and stood<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Beside that quiet worker, wondering<br /></span> +<span class="i0">At the majestic purpose on his brow,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And vapouring forth their self-important views,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">That turned his course as little as the air<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Swerveth the eagle in his lightning flight.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Many applauded with patronic warmth<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And empty commendation, and no scorn<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Curled his proud lip, not one defiant word<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Echoed their nothings into transient life.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">But as the marble grew beneath his hands<br /></span> +<span class="i0">To shape and comeliness, his soul-deep eyes<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Flashed with the joy of high accomplishment,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And scanned each valiant critic with a glance<br /></span> +<span class="i0">That sifted all his littleness away.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Thus did he till his work stood perfected,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">A woman beautiful with youth and grace,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">But like a Vestal singled from her sex<br /></span> +<span class="i0">To show the beauty of pure innocence.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Her form was such as rapt Endymion<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Saw on the heights of Latmos when he slept<br /></span> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_150" id="Page_150">[Pg 150]</a></span> +<span class="i0">And dreamed Heaven down to him. A glorious shape<br /></span> +<span class="i0">That to the brightness of ethereal charms<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Join'd the familiar sweetness of a maid;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">A soft clear forehead circled by the light<br /></span> +<span class="i0">That heaven sets lambent on its imaged self;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">A face that beaming on the heart of man<br /></span> +<span class="i0">As by a silent teaching in the sense<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Makes goodness natural. Upon each limb<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Grace laid its sweet commandment lovingly,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Whilst the fair bosom glowed with tenderness,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">As from the fulness of a soul beneath,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Woman's divinest attribute possessed<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Unsullied and entire; and through the frame<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And every feature radiating went<br /></span> +<span class="i0">A lovely sense of gentleness and love.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i1">Bright is the summer of Cyprus,<br /></span> +<span class="i1">Undimm'd the skies and clear,<br /></span> +<span class="i1">Blue and clear as a maiden's eyes<br /></span> +<span class="i1">That loves and hath never felt sadness.<br /></span> +<span class="i1">Then, Time is a sunlit river<br /></span> +<span class="i1">Flowing 'mid flowers and green pastures<br /></span> +<span class="i1">Brightly onward to heaven!<br /></span> +<span class="i1">There is music pervading the air,<br /></span> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_151" id="Page_151">[Pg 151]</a></span> +<span class="i1">Music of voice and of instrument,<br /></span> +<span class="i1">And the silver toning of laughters<br /></span> +<span class="i1">Blendeth in jubilant chorus;<br /></span> +<span class="i1">Bands of maidens and youths<br /></span> +<span class="i1">With flowing garments of purple,<br /></span> +<span class="i1">And zones jewelled and bright<br /></span> +<span class="i1">As the mystic girdle of Venus,<br /></span> +<span class="i1">Wreathëd with myrtle and roses,<br /></span> +<span class="i1">And their beauty wantonly bared<br /></span> +<span class="i1">To the swimming glances of passion,<br /></span> +<span class="i1">Evermore sweep o'er the pathways,<br /></span> +<span class="i1">Strewing sweet flowers as they go<br /></span> +<span class="i1">To the sacred altars of Venus<br /></span> +<span class="i1">'Neath the feet of the snow-white kine,<br /></span> +<span class="i1">That must bleed at the shrine of the goddess;<br /></span> +<span class="i1">Care is forgotten, for life<br /></span> +<span class="i1">Hath no aim and no mission but pleasure;<br /></span> +<span class="i1">Its cup is a foretaste of Paradise,<br /></span> +<span class="i1">Drain the sweet draught to the dregs,<br /></span> +<span class="i1">The fountain will flow on for ever!<br /></span> +<span class="i1">'Tis the feast day of Venus—Hail! Hail!<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Pygmalion stood beside his master-piece,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Still with his mind devote to mighty thoughts<br /></span> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_152" id="Page_152">[Pg 152]</a></span> +<span class="i0">And busy inspiration, for through Time<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The worker must be constant to his toil,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Heedless of pleasure and the idle toys<br /></span> +<span class="i0">For which man bartereth eternity;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Life is his seed-time, after life his rest.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Had he not joyed to scan that lovely form,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And mark each glorious lineament, that held<br /></span> +<span class="i0">A model up to Nature of pure grace<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Unblemished by the shadow of a fault?<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Had he not loved with more than Artist soul<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The beauteous creature of his heaven-drawn power,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And oped again the flood-gates of his heart<br /></span> +<span class="i0">To the full current of humanity?<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Had he not thanked the gods for victory,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And gloried in his strength with conscious might<br /></span> +<span class="i0">That made e'en fame his fellow? Yet he stood<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Silent and sad beside his finished work.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">What lacked he yet? Life! life! for his creation:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"What have I wrought," he uttered, "what achieved?<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Naught! naught! my power hath wasted on a stone,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Changed its rude seeming haply unto grace,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">But as it was, so is it now, mere stone;<br /></span> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_153" id="Page_153">[Pg 153]</a></span> +<span class="i0">My beauteous image, emblem of my soul,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Cast in the mould of thought's supremest good,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Fairer than all of womankind on Earth,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Is yet more worthless and more transient<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Than is the meanest wretch who feels the life<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Throb quenchlessly within him. Time may strew<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Its fragments blindly o'er the face of Earth,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Scatter its spotless beauties, yet pass on<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And leave the world no poorer than it was.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">There is no beauty separate from soul;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">From it as from a spring flow all the streams<br /></span> +<span class="i0">That clothe this dust with living loveliness<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Else doomed to deep aridity and death.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">O lovely daughter of my craving soul!<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Hope of my life! Divinest shape of Earth!<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Can I regard thy beauty thus and know<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Thou art the empty semblance of a worthless thing.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Are those sweet charms where loveliness hath set<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The limits of her potency, mere dust<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Unnobled by the passage of a soul,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Rescued a moment from the senseless mass,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">That soon again shall have thee for its own?<br /></span> +<span class="i0">What hath my soul begotten? Death in life—<br /></span> +<span class="i0">A child of Earth unblessed, unstamped of heaven.<br /></span> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_154" id="Page_154">[Pg 154]</a></span> +<span class="i0">First-fruit of Spirit love! is this thy fate?<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Gods! hear me from your thrones! Must it be so?"<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Forth sped he.<br /></span> +<span class="i1">Like a stream that is swayed in the sunlight,<br /></span> +<span class="i1">Breaking in flashes of brightness,<br /></span> +<span class="i1">The people of Cyprus were gathered<br /></span> +<span class="i1">Around the temple of Venus;<br /></span> +<span class="i1">Mirth and music ascended.<br /></span> +<span class="i1">Amid the fumes of the incense,<br /></span> +<span class="i1">Loud as when pleasure hath knocked<br /></span> +<span class="i1">On a heart that is hollow and empty.<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Maidens rejoiced in their shame,<br /></span> +<span class="i1">And fancied their lewdness devotion,<br /></span> +<span class="i1">Banishing thought from their bosoms,<br /></span> +<span class="i1">And making them giddy with passion.<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Men forgetting their birthright,<br /></span> +<span class="i1">And the glorious spirit of freedom,<br /></span> +<span class="i1">Made themselves slaves unto folly,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And lust, and imbecile pleasure.<br /></span> +<span class="i1">Life was summed up in the Present,<br /></span> +<span class="i1">For foolishness knoweth no Future.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Through the deluded mass Pygmalion prest,<br /></span> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_155" id="Page_155">[Pg 155]</a></span> +<span class="i0">As each true soul must on its course to Fame,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Blind to the follies that beset his path,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The empty pleasures, and fictitious joys;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Deaf to the jeers and mockings of the crowd,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Their sottish laughters and unmeaning mirth,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">His senses all attent to his great aim,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Fixed on the prize of immortality.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Within the Temple separate he stood<br /></span> +<span class="i0">From the base host of giddy worshippers,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And prostrated his soul with strong desire<br /></span> +<span class="i0">At the bright shrine of Cytherea's power.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"O Cypris! goddess! Light of heaven and Earth!<br /></span> +<span class="i0">That from the snow-crest of the waving sea,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The endless worker—the unresting soul,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Sprang'st in the glory of thy charms divine,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And Beauty mad'st immortal! That dost hold<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The sacred urn of everlasting love,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Whose draught is life, strength, rapture to the soul,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And pouring of its fulness o'er the Earth,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Makest its drooping energies revive,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">To struggle onward through the fight of life!<br /></span> +<span class="i0">O thou divinest arbitress of fate!<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Stoop from thy starry throne, receive my prayer,<br /></span> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_156" id="Page_156">[Pg 156]</a></span> +<span class="i0">And grant me life, breath, being for my work.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Let not the love that glorifies a man,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Sink 'neath the level of humanity,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And take unto its Holiest a shape<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Of woman's dust engraven on a stone;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Grant that this first-fruit of my soul may be<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Endued with lovely immortality;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">That she may have the throbbing pulse of life,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Quick'ning with every gracious influence,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">To work some sweet seraphic Purpose out,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And walking 'mongst Earth's multitudes exalt<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Man's soul to worship Beauty, that when I<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The Worker shall have gone unto my rest,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">A glorious witness may remain to tell<br /></span> +<span class="i0">That such an one wrought, struggled and attained."<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Thus prayed he. And an answer stirred his soul,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"That which is born of Truth dies never. Time<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Still takes its sweet impression as it flies,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And drops it seed-like into some wise heart,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Where it may blossom and bear fruit anew<br /></span> +<span class="i0">To make its good perpetual. Thy prayer<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Is heard. The fire shall go from Heaven. Thy work<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Shall live."<br /></span> +</div><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_157" id="Page_157">[Pg 157]</a></span> +<div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Homeward he sped, and by his work stood soon.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">O'er that sweet visage once so motionless,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">To his rapt gaze there stole the rays divine<br /></span> +<span class="i0">That bear all high intelligence of heaven,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And undulating o'er each graceful line<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Made the cold stone angelic. Liquid eyes,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Bright with all pure imaginings, and full<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Of young emotion, love, and gentleness,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Beamed softly on him in dim wonderment;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Whilst from her lips that parted half for speech,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Flowed the deep sweetness of a woman's smile,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And o'er his perplex'd spirit shed the light<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Of Hope and glad assurance. All her frame<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Glowed with the rosy hue of life and youth,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And melting from the rigidness of stone<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Sank into attitudes of peerless grace.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">And when conviction strengthened in his soul<br /></span> +<span class="i0">As the awak'ning beauties of his work<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Expanded 'neath the spirit influence,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">He clasp'd the maid unto his beating heart,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">As father might the daughter of his love,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Rejoicing with blent pride and tenderness<br /></span> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_158" id="Page_158">[Pg 158]</a></span> +<span class="i0">In the supernal beauty of his child.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Hearing within him murmurs of a voice—<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"I have accomplish'd, have not wrought in vain,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Left no faint record written on the tide<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Of life, to perish with its setting wave;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">But my fair work shall live for evermore,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And through the phalanx of advancing Ages<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Speed like a herald sounding to the world,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">'Behold a man who crushed oblivion,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">'And girding up his soul in faith and love<br /></span> +<span class="i0">'Wrought like a God beyond the reach of Time!'"<br /></span> +</div></div> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_159" id="Page_159">[Pg 159]</a></span></p> +<h2><a name="ODE_TO_FANCY" id="ODE_TO_FANCY"></a>ODE TO FANCY.</h2> + + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">O! thou art a sweet and playful thing,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And light as a lark upon the wing,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Pouring the melody of thy mirth,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">In sunny showers down to the earth.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The sunbeams pave o'er the crystal waters<br /></span> +<span class="i0">A pathway for thee to Triton's daughters,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Down in the depths of the waving sea,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Where their bright archëd palaces be:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">There mermaids hasten unto thy side,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And sing their songs till the ravished tide<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Feels the soft music through all its swells,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And whispers them o'er to the coral shells.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Fays are thy playmates at dewy e'en,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">For o'er their land they have made thee queen,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Crowned thee with flowers of fadeless hue,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And drained thy health in the honey dew;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And over mountain, and hill, and dale,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">'Lumed by the glow of the moonbeams pale,<br /></span> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_160" id="Page_160">[Pg 160]</a></span> +<span class="i0">Thy merry train in the stillness dance,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Like a beam of pleasure and radiance;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Thine are the revels each summer night,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Held on the mead by the glow-worm's light,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Till maidens, straying at early dawn,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Trace thy blithe footsteps upon the lawn;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Thus dost thou lead on thy joyous rout,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And trip around till thou'rt wearied out;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And in the harebells the yellow bee<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Creeps in the morning to waken thee<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Forth from thy sweet dreams of joy and love,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">That rise in odorous breath above.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Like some fair wizard thou weavest spells<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Over all flowers, and brooks, and dells,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Wreathing above every mossy bed,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Till with bright dreams it is canopied<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And through the rose-coloured atmosphere<br /></span> +<span class="i0">All things more lovely and bright appear,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Losing the faintness of earthly things,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And shining with heaven's illuminings.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Thine are the Naiads and Nymphs which rise<br /></span> +<span class="i0">From dell and fountain to daze our eyes;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Thine are the spirits 'mid leafy trees,<br /></span> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_161" id="Page_161">[Pg 161]</a></span> +<span class="i0">Whose voices come to us on the breeze.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Thine are the maidens whose trackless feet<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Bear to the flower cups their honey sweet,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Pressing their perfume till through and through<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Is pierced the soul of the rising dew.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Lead me, sweet sprite, to thy sunny dwelling!<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Is it where brooklets are softly welling<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Amid the greenwoods with many a fall,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Making the lily-cups musical?<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Is it where mosses and violets meet,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And blend their lives in an union sweet,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Whither the butterflies speed to tell<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Glad tales of the flowers thou lovest so well?<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Is't in the covert whose lonely shade<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The ring-dove her resting place hath made,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Lulled by the melody of her note<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Till dreams of Elysium round thee float?<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Is't on the breast of the sunlit sea,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">With ripples of glory to circle thee,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Bright flashing dolphins to bear thy car,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And waft thee to glorious isles afar?<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Is't in some cave where the light of day<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Borrows new hues from the diamond ray,<br /></span> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_162" id="Page_162">[Pg 162]</a></span> +<span class="i0">Paven with jewels and silv'ry sand<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Borne by the waves from the mermaid's land<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Is't in the arms of the balmy gale<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Over the ocean thou lovest to sail,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Loosing the folds of thy silken hair<br /></span> +<span class="i0">To float at will on the perfumed air?<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Is it by valley or heath-clad mountain?<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Is it by streamlet or limpid fountain?<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Tell me, and I will come to thee,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Follow thy flight through immensity!<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Dost thou not roam in the realms of sleep,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">While stars above thee their bright watch keep,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Lapping the soul in a crystal sea,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Whose every swell is felicity?<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And in the halls of her quiet home,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Where darkness pillars the starry dome,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Making all beauty more beautiful,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And keeping the moonbeams soft and cool,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Dost thou not sit till the morning beams<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Weaving the fabric of happy dreams,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Bringing dear visions to weeping eyes,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Till sorrow transforms to paradise?<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Dost thou not kiss sweet lips till they smile,<br /></span> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_163" id="Page_163">[Pg 163]</a></span> +<span class="i0">And murmur of joys they knew erewhile,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And build up hopes that are shatter'd quite,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Decking the past in a robe of light?<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">O! thou art a kind and gentle thing,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Bearing the gifts that <i>good</i> angels bring,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Joying in all that is bright and free,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And soothing the sting of misery;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">If thou would'st dwell in my beating heart,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And breathe thy fragrance through every part,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">I would ever love and obey thee,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Never slight thee and never betray thee<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Into the hands of cruel scoffers,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Who sell their souls to fill their coffers,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Crush every flower beneath their feet,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And make the sole bliss of life—to cheat;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Cheat the greenwoods of happy ramblers,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">To rear a race of slaves and gamblers;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Cheat the summer, cheat the spring,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Cheat the sweet flowers of their ministring;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Cheat the soft meadows and sunny skies<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Of their glad tribute from glist'ning eyes;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Cheat the birds in their leafy bowers,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Cheat every day of its few short hours,<br /></span> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_164" id="Page_164">[Pg 164]</a></span> +<span class="i0">Cheat even life of its little pleasure,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Dealing its needfuls out in short measure;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Cheating all beauty while they draw breath,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">But true to <i>one</i> commerce, that is—Death!<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Come to me then, and I'll cherish thee,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Thou shalt my loving companion be;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">From the cold world we will live apart,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And build up a new one within my heart.<br /></span> +</div></div> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_165" id="Page_165">[Pg 165]</a></span></p> +<h2><a name="WHAT_IS_A_SIGH" id="WHAT_IS_A_SIGH"></a>WHAT IS A SIGH?</h2> + + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i6">It is the sound<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Raised by the sweeping of an angel's wing,<br /></span> +<span class="i6">As through the air<br /></span> +<span class="i6">It bears a prayer<br /></span> +<span class="i4">Of the soul's uttering.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i6">It is the sweet<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Melodious echo of some thrilling thought<br /></span> +<span class="i6">Retold by sadness<br /></span> +<span class="i6">Unto gladness,<br /></span> +<span class="i4">Which memory hath brought.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i6">It is the hymn<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Breath'd ever by the votaries of love,<br /></span> +<span class="i6">Whose dulcidence,<br /></span> +<span class="i6">Soft and intense,<br /></span> +<span class="i4">Soars dreamily above.<br /></span> +</div><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_166" id="Page_166">[Pg 166]</a></span> +<div class="stanza"> +<span class="i6">It is the sign<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Of Earth's fraternity, the only tie<br /></span> +<span class="i6">That links us all,<br /></span> +<span class="i6">Both great and small,<br /></span> +<span class="i4">In common sympathy.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i6">It is the heart<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Issueing from its prison house of clay;<br /></span> +<span class="i6">Perchance gladly,<br /></span> +<span class="i6">Perchance sadly,<br /></span> +<span class="i4">Wending on its way.<br /></span> +</div></div> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_167" id="Page_167">[Pg 167]</a></span></p> +<h2><a name="IONE" id="IONE"></a>IONE.</h2> + + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Sad are the glances from thy deep blue eyes,<br /></span> +<span class="i8">Ione,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Soft as the mirror of the summer skies<br /></span> +<span class="i0">When twilight shadows o'er its surface steal,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And twinkling stars their radiant orbs reveal!<br /></span> +<span class="i6">Why are they sad<br /></span> +<span class="i6">Which were so glad,<br /></span> +<span class="i8">Ione?<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Have their rays bathed in dew-drops 'mid the air,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And still the sparkling moisture trembles there?<br /></span> +<span class="i4">Then, smile, for dewy tears<br /></span> +<span class="i4">Melt when the sun appears,<br /></span> +<span class="i8">Ione!<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Yet thou art very beautiful in sadness,<br /></span> +<span class="i8">Ione!<br /></span> +<span class="i0">More beautiful e'en than in gladness,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And the sweet music of thy gentle sighs<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Comes like the language of thy speaking eyes;<br /></span> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_168" id="Page_168">[Pg 168]</a></span> +<span class="i6">What do they say?<br /></span> +<span class="i6">Tell me their lay,<br /></span> +<span class="i8">Ione!<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Fain would I learn from thee what passing thought<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Can with such plaintive melody be fraught—<br /></span> +<span class="i6">Ah! wherefore turn away,<br /></span> +<span class="i6">Stay, yet a little stay,<br /></span> +<span class="i8">Ione!<br /></span> +</div></div> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_169" id="Page_169">[Pg 169]</a></span></p> +<h2><a name="REALITY" id="REALITY"></a>REALITY.</h2> + + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">O the heart has dreams Elysian!<br /></span> +<span class="i1">That steal o'er it calm and sweet,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Hushing pain like a magician<br /></span> +<span class="i1">Who binds spirits at his feet.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">But the forms that throng its mazes<br /></span> +<span class="i1">Are too bright for mortal birth,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And the scenes that fancy raises<br /></span> +<span class="i1">Far too beautiful for earth.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Let us turn with humbler spirits<br /></span> +<span class="i1">To the things that God has made,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Pass the weakness flesh inherits,<br /></span> +<span class="i1">Since the sunshine, too, has shade.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">'Tis the pride of human nature<br /></span> +<span class="i1">That makes life seem cold and drear,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Drawing up a dwarfish stature<br /></span> +<span class="i1">To o'ertop its proper sphere.<br /></span> +</div><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_170" id="Page_170">[Pg 170]</a></span> +<div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Gath'ring round it misty fancies,<br /></span> +<span class="i1">Like the mountain's cloudy wreath,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Till the spirit's errant glances<br /></span> +<span class="i1">See no beauty underneath.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">There are true hearts beating nigh us<br /></span> +<span class="i1">As we fight the fight of life,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Hearts unstain'd by guilty bias,<br /></span> +<span class="i1">Hearts unharden'd by its strife.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">There are gentle bosoms swelling<br /></span> +<span class="i1">With all motions pure and kind,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">That unceasingly are welling<br /></span> +<span class="i1">Solace to the weary mind.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Few there are without possessing<br /></span> +<span class="i1">Some good virtue in their heart,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Whence, beneath love's soft compressing,<br /></span> +<span class="i1">As from flowers, sweet perfumes start.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Dreamer, turn then to the real<br /></span> +<span class="i1">With a frank and trusting soul,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Not alone to the ideal<br /></span> +<span class="i1">Let thy genial currents roll.<br /></span> +</div><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_171" id="Page_171">[Pg 171]</a></span> +<div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Pierce the clay that oft encloses<br /></span> +<span class="i1">The pure brightness of a gem,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Think thee, flowers less fair than roses,<br /></span> +<span class="i1">In their sweetness rival them.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Thus in truth, and not in dreaming,<br /></span> +<span class="i1">Life will blossom to the full,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Unto love's eyes all things seeming<br /></span> +<span class="i1">Prism'd through the beautiful.<br /></span> +</div></div> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_172" id="Page_172">[Pg 172]</a></span></p> +<h2><a name="RETROSPECTION" id="RETROSPECTION"></a>RETROSPECTION.</h2> + + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Oh, my heart throbs ever wildly, half in joy and half in scorning,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">As the course of my life's story dimly flits across my mind,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Now that fate seems clear and steady, and the mist that veil'd its morning<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Has resolved into bright sunshine with the azure heaven behind.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">And I cry with exultation—"Bless he who feeling in him<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Precepts of pure grace and beauty guiding on his willing soul,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Yields himself unto their teaching, nor lets toil nor danger win him<br /></span> +<span class="i0">To forsake the race he runneth till he resteth at the goal."<br /></span> +</div><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_173" id="Page_173">[Pg 173]</a></span> +<div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">I was sprung, from lineage noble, with a spirit inly burning<br /></span> +<span class="i0">To uphold my name and honor taintless from the blast of shame,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">I was born to be a freeman, by my birthright therefore spurning<br /></span> +<span class="i0">All the gilded chains of fashion that make freedom but a name.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">From the forms and outward emblems of the deep-lored spirit Nature<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Drew I inspiration early for the moulding of my thought,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Gath'ring strength from her o'erflowing, till I grew unto the stature<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Of a man nerved to accomplish all the good her wisdom taught.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">So when years had ripen'd on me, and the world's great portals yawning,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Bid me enter the enchanted palace of youth's mystic life,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Eager, breathless to explore it, at each step new wonders dawning,<br /></span> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_174" id="Page_174">[Pg 174]</a></span> +<span class="i0">I went on with stedfast courage, arm'd alike for peace or strife.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">And I loved, that I might ever in my bosom bear a treasure<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Strong to ransom life from sorrow, strong to furnish it with joy;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">So I sought with keenest insight—neither small nor scant the measure<br /></span> +<span class="i0">To content my requisition—purest gold without alloy.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">And I found it lying lowly, far beneath my proud line's dreaming,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Who if they perchance had seen it, would with scorn have turn'd away,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">But I sought it with soul-gladness, e'en with pride, for to my seeming<br /></span> +<span class="i0">A pure gem is worth the lifting though it lie amongst the clay.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">She was fair, a lumin'd beauty rippling o'er each chisell'd feature,<br /></span> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_175" id="Page_175">[Pg 175]</a></span> +<span class="i0">Changing ever like the sunshine playing on the summer sea,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Revelations of God's spirit permeating through his creature,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Making loveliness all perfect by infused divinity.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">What to me though all her dow'ry were the wealth of love and kindness,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And a heart full fraught with feelings vein'd with gentleness and grace?<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Which the worldling holds as nothing, smitten with judicial blindness,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">But which I o'er all things prizing, wed her in the weak world's face.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Scared my kinsmen were and bitter for the shame and the dishonour,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Said they, I had brought upon them and the noble name I bore;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And my sire with passion burning launch'd his deepest curses on her,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And as though I were a felon, drove me fiercely from his door.<br /></span> +</div><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_176" id="Page_176">[Pg 176]</a></span> +<div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">I was destined for some puppet, some gold image of his choosing,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Doubtless, who was made to worship like the golden calf of old,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">With no merit but her riches, but such shame my soul refusing,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">I was cast forth without blessing, poor and guideless from the fold.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Poor?—Not poor, for she went with me, pouring still with patient spirit<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Balm upon my wounded feelings, peace upon my burning soul;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">So that though man's love was reft me, 'twas the better to inherit<br /></span> +<span class="i0">That which far transcends man's favour,—sentience of Heaven's sweetest dole.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Words of scorn and deep contemning gave I back for their reviling,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">For my soul waxed wroth within me to be judged by such as they,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Fools so sage in their great folly, that they shake their bells, and smiling<br /></span> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_177" id="Page_177">[Pg 177]</a></span> +<span class="i0">With an imbecile self-blindness, sneer the wise of heart away.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Let them wear their masking purple, threadbare now with vilest uses,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">All the ancient gloss and brightness faded from it through their stains,<br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>They</i> may be disgraced, degraded, but true nobleness, ne'er loses<br /></span> +<span class="i0">By relinquishing its trappings, whilst the spirit still remains.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Did I shame them that I ceded all the forms and false adorning<br /></span> +<span class="i0">That doth deck them for their stations heedless of the stuff within,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And stood forth in my own fashion, such as God had made me, scorning<br /></span> +<span class="i0">To be made a man of tinsel, to be honoured for my kin.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Did I shame them that rejoicing in the freedom of my spirit<br /></span> +<span class="i0">I asserted all its fulness, spite of prejudice and pride;<br /></span> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_178" id="Page_178">[Pg 178]</a></span> +<span class="i0">Whilst they, slaves of wealth and fashion, trembling cowards did not dare it,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Would not risk a pointed finger e'en to gain an angel bride.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Was the noble name they cited but the badge of slaves and vassals,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Bound beyond emancipation to obey another's mood?<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Better far to be a peasant 'neath the shadow of their castles,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Than debase the soul within me to such brutish servitude.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">What were they with all their lordship, all their riches, measured duly,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">That they looked with scorn upon her in her unadornëd worth?<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Ashy fruit with surface golden, she with goodness leavened throughly,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">All her wealth by heaven imparted, their's derived alone from Earth.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Oh! I felt a high compassion for their warp'd and narrow feelings<br /></span> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_179" id="Page_179">[Pg 179]</a></span> +<span class="i0">As I press'd my bride unto me, and read o'er her gentle eyes,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Gaining deeper insight daily, meeting ever new revealings<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Of the grace of woman's spirit, and her holy sympathies.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">So we pilgrim'd on together, buffeting the ills about us,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Sharing hope, and joy, and sorrow, as we shared our daily bread,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Keeping still a pleasaunce scathless in our hearts, though all without us<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Might be cheerless desolation, and the sky with clouds o'erspread.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Through much toil and tribulation, we attain'd at last to honour<br /></span> +<span class="i0">With no succour from my kindred, I upreared my house alone,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And I see my cherish'd maiden, with admiring gazes on her,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Glide amid the high and noble with a grace beyond their own.<br /></span> +</div><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_180" id="Page_180">[Pg 180]</a></span> +<div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">And those proud ones now are gracious, bowing fawningly before her,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Whilst she with her true eyes calmly takes the measure of their hearts,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Weighs aright the honied speeches, and the praise they heap upon her,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Her own innocence instinctively disarming all their arts.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">For she knows their tongues are venal, sold to flatter wealth and power,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And to crouch with serpent homage in the dust at Fortune's shrine,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Ready to revile and slander if calamity should lower,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And to flout as base, deceitful, what they late had termed divine.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Thus unmask'd and sifted throughly let them stoop and fawn at pleasure,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Little reck I to revenge me better for their former spite<br /></span> +<span class="i0">As I mark their degradation falling on them in full measure<br /></span> +<span class="i0">When they humble themselves vilely, thus, to one who reads them right.<br /></span> +</div></div> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_181" id="Page_181">[Pg 181]</a></span></p> +<h2><a name="THE_STORMY_PETREL" id="THE_STORMY_PETREL"></a>THE STORMY PETREL.</h2> + + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Far in the wilderness of waves,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Where vision dieth 'mid endless motion,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Where only the madden'd storm-wind raves,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And sinketh its chains in the soundless ocean;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Far from the ken and the power of men,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And lone as though Earth were in chaos again,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The Stormy Petrel cleaveth the air,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And maketh the surging billow its lair.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">The black cloud scuddeth along on high,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Silent and swift as the angel Death,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Led by Euroclydon through the sky<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Unto its victim with bated breath,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Whilst only God and the Petrel seeth<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The path by which the Avenger fleeth,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And with shrill accent of wail and mourning<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Riseth the Petrel's wild cry of warning.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Anon the bones of the wreck come past<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Bitterly mock'd of the roaring tide,<br /></span> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_182" id="Page_182">[Pg 182]</a></span> +<span class="i0">From wave to wave in derision cast<br /></span> +<span class="i0">With scorn and jeers at poor human pride;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And still the Petrel with lightning sweep<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Circles their way through the raging deep,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Settling in awe on some shatter'd spar,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And tracking its course as it drifts afar.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Into this realm of the winds and waves<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Man cometh not with his living soul,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">But like the mounds over clammy graves,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Over his body the surges roll;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">No mortal weeper hath seen his tomb,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Buried he lies in eternal gloom,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Save that the Petrel with wailing cry<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Hover'd around as he floated by.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">What doth the Petrel so far away<br /></span> +<span class="i0">From the home of love and the field of strife?<br /></span> +<span class="i0">In this lone spot doth the Petrel stay<br /></span> +<span class="i0">To show the beauty and power of <span class="smcap">Life</span>.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">For the broad Earth and the boundless sea,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Time and the endless eternity,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">All, all acknowledge the spirit's controul,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And like the frail body, were made for the soul.<br /></span> +</div></div> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_183" id="Page_183">[Pg 183]</a></span></p> +<h2><a name="TO_mdash" id="TO_mdash"></a>TO ——</h2> + + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">When the stars are up and keeping<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Holy vigils in the skies,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Whilst Night's train is passing slowly,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Footsteps hush'd, and voices lowly,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And on earth sweet dreams are steeping<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Slumbering souls in Paradise,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">In my heart there comes a vision,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Angel-like from its elysian,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Bent upon some blessed mission,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And its form resembleth thee<br /></span> +<span class="i0">In thy grace and purity.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">I with trancëd rapture gazing,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Scan each lineament divine,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Trace again thy pensive sweetness,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Beauty's soul, and love's completeness,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Heart and hands devoutly raising<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Like a pilgrim at Love's shrine,<br /></span> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_184" id="Page_184">[Pg 184]</a></span> +<span class="i0">Evermore within me feeling<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Like a charm thy beauty stealing,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Hushing pain, and sorrow healing,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And I pray to dream for ever<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Gazing thus, and waking never;<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">For the morn comes, and the Real<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Once again resumes its sway,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Scattereth these radiant fancies,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Cloudeth o'er thy gentle glances,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And still seeking my Ideal<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Through this life I take my way,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Weary, heart-sick, longing, sighing,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Praying much, yet no replying,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Phantom Hope before me flying<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Leading ever back to thee,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">To behold thee in thy beauty,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Feel that love is only duty,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Meritless, save that so dying<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Gain I Love's eternity.<br /></span> +</div></div> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_185" id="Page_185">[Pg 185]</a></span></p> +<h2><a name="THE_MERMAID" id="THE_MERMAID"></a>THE MERMAID.</h2> + + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">A mermaid smoothing her sunny hair,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Fanned by the breath of the summer air,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Sang to me,—"Love, wilt thou go with me<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"Down to the depths of the purple sea?"—<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"Maiden, ah yes! I will go with thee,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"And lap my soul in felicity!"<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Down we went through the crystal waters<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Evermore waving round Neptune's daughters,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Down, till the light of the starry sky<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Melted away like an echoed sigh,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And the rapt breast of the restless ocean<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Sank into still dreams of past emotion,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Down, and we stood on a pleasant shore<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Paven with shells from the Naiad's store,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Shining and rosy-lipp'd such as keep<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The mermaid's songs for their balmy sleep.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Flowers there were set with sparkling gems,<br /></span> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_186" id="Page_186">[Pg 186]</a></span> +<span class="i0">Gleaming amid the white coral stems,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And flinging their measure of light and scent<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Up through the translucent firmament.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And as the air by a bird's wing laven,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Or a deep pool by a white hand waven,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Floated the swells of the dewy tide<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Round the sea-maiden and me beside.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Onward we went where a diamond portal<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Kept the pure light of the dawn immortal,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Making the heart sicken o'er to win<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The halcyon joys it enclosed within;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Entered we under its arching sweep<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Into the palace hall of the deep,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Where 'neath the vault of its lofty dome<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Have the nymphs and mermen gay their home;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">There sat old Neptune upon his throne,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">A foaming wave that was turn'd to stone,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And round about him his merry crew<br /></span> +<span class="i0">With brimming cups of the purple dew;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Wandering far through the lumin'd halls,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Where light was bred in the ruby walls,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Stray'd the fair Naiads with golden hair,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">That wanton'd about in the perfumed air;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And flowing robes round their white limbs waved,<br /></span> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_187" id="Page_187">[Pg 187]</a></span> +<span class="i0">Like moonbeams bright into substance laved.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Neptune in tones that spread far and wide,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"Ho! Ho! a man with a mermaid bride!"<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And the blue dome rung with cruel laughter,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Till all the arches mutter'd it after;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Then came the nymphs in a radiant string,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And circled us round like Saturn's ring,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Forms that appearing to mortal eyes<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Dazzle them so that the spirit dies.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Then to my mermaid old Neptune saith,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"Hymn the rash mortal unto his death!"<br /></span> +<span class="i0">She with a voice that murmuring stole<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Deep as a heaven thought into my soul—<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"O! in the land that is under the waves<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"To dwell with my love in the coral caves,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"To bind his brows with a diamond zone,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"And call the light of his eyes mine own;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"To roam with him through the boundless space,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"And make the billow our resting place,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"There sing our songs till we fall asleep,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"And dream of Elysium in the deep;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"Waves are flowing for ever and ever,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"O they will rock us for ever and ever,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"Hush every sorrow to quiet rest,<br /></span> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_188" id="Page_188">[Pg 188]</a></span> +<span class="i0">"And pillow love in each other's breast;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"O they will sink us deeper and deeper,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"Until they themselves sleep with the sleeper,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"Until there is only love awake,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"That cannot sleep for his own sweet sake;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"Come in my bosom, then, come with me,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"Down to the depths of the purple sea!"<br /></span> +<span class="i0">All my soul thrill'd and panted for bliss<br /></span> +<span class="i0">As pilgrims thirst in the wilderness;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">I cried, "O maiden, whose softest sighs<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"Are sweeter than all Earth's melodies,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"If thou wilt wander with me for ever,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"And naught have power our true hearts to sever,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"I shall forget all that earth calls fair,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"And all that I fondly treasured there,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"The meadows and hills and sunny dells,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"And the birds and fragrant heather-bells,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"And I will follow thee through the deep,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"Where waves shall rock us to tender sleep;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"All powers of ocean I will defy,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"And follow thee though it be but to die!"<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Neptune then, "Youth thou hast bravely said,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"And meet art thou with a nymph to wed,<br /></span> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_189" id="Page_189">[Pg 189]</a></span> +<span class="i0">"So thou shalt live out thy little span<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"Unscathed by the hands of the blithe merman."<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">So they bound me fast in cruel sleep,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And bore me silently from the deep,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And ne'er have I seen my mermaid more,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Though oft I watch for her on the shore.<br /></span> +</div></div> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_190" id="Page_190">[Pg 190]</a></span></p> +<h2><a name="THE_SPIRIT_OF_THE_AIR" id="THE_SPIRIT_OF_THE_AIR"></a>THE SPIRIT OF THE AIR.</h2> + + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">A spirit came to me on the breeze<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Sweet with the breath of the orange trees,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Floated about me, and murmur'd soft,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"O Poet! wilt fly with me far aloft?<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"And I will show thee the realms of space<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"Where the lightning can find no resting place.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"We will away to the home of morn,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"And see the first youngling sunbeams born.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"We will away to the cave of Night,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"And wake the echoes to sudden fright,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"And then we'll wander among the stars<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"And mark the roll of their golden cars?"—<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"Spirit! I'll go with thee through the sky,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"For my soul pants ever to soar on high,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"If thou wilt bear me upon thy wings,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"And guide me amid our bright wanderings."<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Swiftly we went through the sunny air,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Higher than ever the skylark dare,<br /></span> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_191" id="Page_191">[Pg 191]</a></span> +<span class="i0">And the bright clouds where the summer beams<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Slumber and revel in golden dreams,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Lay far beneath us like dewy fumes<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Hovering over the flower-blooms.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Higher we went till the puny Earth<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Dwindled away to an atom girth,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And the record of our rapid way<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Was the far death of a starry ray;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Then we drew nigh to the palace bright<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Where morning treasures her dewy light,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Cool'd by the breath of the angels' wings,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And sweet with their musical utterings.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">There we saw the young day-beams awaken,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And the earth's rays from their soft tresses shaken,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And there we saw the sweet zephyrs rise,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">That woo the flowers with gentle sighs,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And kiss the mist from the streamlet's tide,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">As tears are kiss'd from a happy bride;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The angels of Joy and bliss were there,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Lapt in the folds of the balmy air,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Breathing their pæans till far away<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The echoes went with the light of day;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The spirit said, "Hence the ray of morn,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"Like a poor child unto sorrow born,<br /></span> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_192" id="Page_192">[Pg 192]</a></span> +<span class="i0">"Wends to the earth with sweet smiles uplit,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"And from the darkness awakens it;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"But though it whisper of peace and love,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"And tell the world of the joys above,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"They will not hearken unto the voice<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"Whose accents faint make the flowers rejoice,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"But still grovel on in strife and sorrow,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"And make the signal of war, 'the morrow.'"<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Onward we went through the heavens afar<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Swift as the course of a shooting star,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Until dark shadows began to fall<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Around our way, like a funeral pall,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Deeper and deeper, and then the gloom<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Grew thick as it were the Night's own tomb;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">There was no sound save the rushing wave<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Closing the furrow our passing clave;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">There was no sound save the beating heart,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">That at its own throbbings seemed to start;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">There was no sound save the ebb and flow<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Of my own breathing drawn long and low;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Then the air-spirit gave forth a cry<br /></span> +<span class="i0">That rang through the arches of the sky,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Whereat a myriad echoes leapt<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Forth from the darkness 'mid which they slept,<br /></span> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_193" id="Page_193">[Pg 193]</a></span> +<span class="i0">Shouted an answer in fierce surprise,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">That rumbled far into faintest sighs,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Then slowly sank to their rest again,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And left the Night to her silent reign.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">On we went whilst the sounds grew dimmer,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Till stars afar began to glimmer<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Like flashing lights on a lonely mere,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Like tapers dim round a sable bier;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Onward, till many a radiant world<br /></span> +<span class="i0">In solemn glory across us whirl'd,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Shaking the air in their mighty march,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Like thunder beneath its prison arch;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Ever louder the swift wind bore us<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The swell of their eternal chorus,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Filling the soul of the boundless sky<br /></span> +<span class="i0">With strains of adoring harmony.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Past us came Mars all fiery and red,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Like a warrior stain'd with the blood he shed;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And his voice o'er all rang clear and high<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Pealing for ever Truth's battle-cry;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Saturn came with his blazing ring,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Like a crown round the brows of a Titan king,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Circled by many a satellite,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">That made his pathway through heaven bright;<br /></span> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_194" id="Page_194">[Pg 194]</a></span> +<span class="i0">The star of eve like a maiden sphere,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Gleaming with beauty and grace, drew near,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Sweeping along 'mid heaven's panoply,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The sweetest and fairest child of the sky;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Onward they came in myriad lines<br /></span> +<span class="i0">From space whereon the sun never shines,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">But fades away like a twinkling star<br /></span> +<span class="i0">'Neath orbs whose glory is greater far;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Many a beautiful world appear'd,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Such as not even Fancy hath rear'd,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Sinless and happy as Heaven will be,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And stamp'd with the seal of Eternity.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">But sadly we sank to Earth again,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And heard the discord and strife of men,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Like a harp that jars from a sudden fall,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And turns to discord tones musical.<br /></span> +</div></div> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_195" id="Page_195">[Pg 195]</a></span></p> +<h2><a name="WHY_DO_I_LOVE_THEE" id="WHY_DO_I_LOVE_THEE"></a>WHY DO I LOVE THEE?</h2> + + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">'Tis not because thou art so fair,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">So beautiful unto the sight;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">'Tis not because thy silken hair<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Curls o'er a neck of spotless white;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">'Tis not because thy speaking eye<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Claims kindred with the deep blue sky,<br /></span> +<span class="i4">Alone I love thee!<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">No! 'tis because around thee gleams<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The light of innocence and truth,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Adorning with its radiant beams,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And pure reflex the charms of youth;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Because thine every word and thought<br /></span> +<span class="i0">With thy soul's gentleness is fraught,<br /></span> +<span class="i4">Therefore I love thee!<br /></span> +</div></div> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_196" id="Page_196">[Pg 196]</a></span></p> +<h2><a name="LADY_ANNABEL" id="LADY_ANNABEL"></a>LADY ANNABEL.</h2> + + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">She had suitors many, many,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The fair Lady Annabel,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">But she loved him more than any,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">For she knew he loved her well.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">She was rich, but he was lowly,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Lowly in the world's esteem,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">But that made her love more holy,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">As the darkness gilds the beam;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">For she knew his manly honour,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">All the beauties of his mind,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And they sweetly stole upon her<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Like the scent borne on the wind;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">So she loved him ere she knew it,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Ere she thought to close her heart<br /></span> +<span class="i0">'Gainst the tender spells that drew it<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Evermore to take his part<br /></span> +<span class="i0">When in idlesse or in malice<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Others lightly spoke of him,<br /></span> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_197" id="Page_197">[Pg 197]</a></span> +<span class="i0">Careless that in his life's chalice<br /></span> +<span class="i0">They poured sadness to the brim;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">For he was a dreamer throughly,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Feeding on sweet Poesie,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And few knew his spirit truly,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And none prized it well as she;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">But upon the thymy mosses,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">With wild flowers by his side,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Blossoms that the summer glosses<br /></span> +<span class="i0">For the brow of fairy bride,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">He would lie and weave bright fancies<br /></span> +<span class="i0">From the maze within his heart,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Which her gentle smiles and glances<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Kindled with an angel's art;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">For a firmament of beauty<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Hung like heaven o'er his mind,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And it seem'd a sacred duty<br /></span> +<span class="i0">To hymn all the fair it shrined;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">So he praised her golden tresses,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And he thought them fair and soft<br /></span> +<span class="i0">As the locks the sun caresses<br /></span> +<span class="i0">On bright angels far aloft;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And her eyes so blue and tender,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Made for love to glisten through,<br /></span> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_198" id="Page_198">[Pg 198]</a></span> +<span class="i0">That their gentleness might render<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Love as welcome as the dew;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And her cheeks with roses blushing,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And her lips with sunshine drest,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Her white bosom gently hushing<br /></span> +<span class="i0">With its swells all ill to rest,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">All came to him in his dreaming<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Like things from another sphere,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Till bewildered by their gleaming<br /></span> +<span class="i0">He felt only they were dear.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Must he perish, must he languish<br /></span> +<span class="i0">For the love of one so fair,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Till the cruel sting of anguish<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Change a blessing to despair?<br /></span> +<span class="i0">He is poor, and favour never<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Smiles on one so weak as he,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Poverty still comes to sever<br /></span> +<span class="i0">All hopes of felicity.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">But she loves him, and communion<br /></span> +<span class="i0">With his soul gives strength to hers,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">So they blend their lives in union<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Careless of cold fashion's slurs;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">She resigns what earth calls treasure,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Titled suitors, wealthy-dower,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">That is <i>commerce</i>, she seeks pleasure,<br /></span> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_199" id="Page_199">[Pg 199]</a></span> +<span class="i0">For she knows life's but an hour,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Far too short and full of sadness,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Far too full of grief and pain,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">For the heart to barter gladness<br /></span> +<span class="i0">For a shadow or for gain;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">So she fondly stood beside him,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And she placed her hand in his<br /></span> +<span class="i0">With a smile that seem'd to chide him<br /></span> +<span class="i0">For the shade that veil'd his bliss,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">As he thought how he could duly<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Make return for all her love,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Only could he serve her truly,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Love her as the light above;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And she said "We will live gaily<br /></span> +<span class="i0">In some sylvan hermitage,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Worshipping all beauty daily,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Till my foolish heart grow sage;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">We will have sweet flowers about us,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Birds to sing from every tree<br /></span> +<span class="i0">No suspicious friends to doubt us,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">So we must live merrily!"<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Thus they went, and of their marriage<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Jesting spake the giddy world;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Nobles, pillow'd in their carriage,<br /></span> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_200" id="Page_200">[Pg 200]</a></span> +<span class="i0">Laugh'd aloud with proud lips curled,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And fair ladies smiled their pity,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">With a sigh for mortal folly,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Whilst rich merchants in the city<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Frown'd, and called it, "Melancholy."<br /></span> +<span class="i0">What they said, or what they ponder'd<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Little reck'd fair Annabel,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">As with joyous hearts they wander'd<br /></span> +<span class="i0">By green vale and shady dell;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And she cried "O! life was never<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Made to be ambition's fool,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Bound in fashion's chains, and ever<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Banish'd from the Beautiful!"<br /></span> +</div></div> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_201" id="Page_201">[Pg 201]</a></span></p> +<h2><a name="TO_JENNY_LIND" id="TO_JENNY_LIND"></a>TO JENNY LIND.</h2> + +<h4>ON HER RE-APPEARANCE IN ENGLAND<br /><br /> +MAY 4th. 1848.</h4> + + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Summer hath come, led on by sunny May<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The blue-eyed, round whose brow the first pure ray<br /></span> +<span class="i0">That trembles from the opening gates of dawn<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Still seems to circle, and the mossy lawn,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">As they glide gently onward, ever breathes<br /></span> +<span class="i0">A beauty and a fragrance, which enwreathes<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Within the being until every thought<br /></span> +<span class="i0">With a strange mystery of joy is fraught.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And where the hazel forms a leafy screen<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Of verdant matting, the cuckoo, unseen,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Chaunts forth her woodnotes through the stilly air,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Whose silent motions far the accents bear.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And thou hast come, sweet Nightingale! once more<br /></span> +<span class="i0">O'er our entrancëd spirits to outpour<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Thy liquid warblings! 'Mid the flow'rets' scent<br /></span> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_202" id="Page_202">[Pg 202]</a></span> +<span class="i0">And summer's gladness rises interblent<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Thy loving welcome! Not the bird that sighs<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Her thrilling love-tale through the moonlit skies<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Of Italy, as erst to Juliet's ear<br /></span> +<span class="i0">From the pomegranate tree 'twas wafted near,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Seizes the soul with ravishment more sweet<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Than thy soft tones, stealing unto the seat<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Of passion, waking echoes in the breast<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Of love, and purity, and quiet rest,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Murmuring through the windings of the soul,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Till interpenetrated is the whole<br /></span> +<span class="i0">With holy harmonies, and blissful sense<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Of joyance, and straightway is refted thence<br /></span> +<span class="i0">All baser feeling, and all earthly leaven,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">By the dear magic of that voice from heaven.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Fair Priestess of the Beautiful! that bringest<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Missions of sweetness from above, and flingest<br /></span> +<span class="i0">In a rich flood of song—now faint, yet clear<br /></span> +<span class="i0">As Helicon's own murmurs to the ear,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Now swelling till around our being floats<br /></span> +<span class="i0">In thrilling cadences thy bell-like notes,—<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The poetry of poetry, the deep<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Mysterious essences whose wavings steep<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Life in the bliss of angels, and the real<br /></span> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_203" id="Page_203">[Pg 203]</a></span> +<span class="i0">In the ethereal hues of the ideal;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">A welcome to thee! heartfelt as the lay<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Hymn'd by the panting lark to the young day,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Joyous and loving as the sunny beam<br /></span> +<span class="i0">That greets the early primrose, when the dream<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Of flowery revels through the noontide hours<br /></span> +<span class="i0">First steals upon it. Such a joy is ours<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Now, as with falt'ring tones our spirits hail<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Thy glad return, O sweetest Nightingale!<br /></span> +</div></div> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_204" id="Page_204">[Pg 204]</a></span></p> +<h2><a name="THE_GOLD_SEEKERS" id="THE_GOLD_SEEKERS"></a>THE GOLD SEEKERS.</h2> + + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Ever onward sweep the Nations, marching with a mighty train,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Prince and peasant, youth and maiden, toiling, struggling o'er Life's plain;<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Turning from the land that bore them, from the loving ties of old,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Still to wander, weary pilgrims, o'er the wide world after gold.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Little reck they of the dangers, little reck they of the woes,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Urged along by strong endeavour, heedless both of friends and foes;<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Gazing on the shadow moving at their sides till sun hath set,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Ever whisp'ring to their spirit, "Courage! we will grasp it yet!"<br /></span> +</div><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_205" id="Page_205">[Pg 205]</a></span> +<div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Over plain and over mountain, rocks their zeal cannot resist,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Up the rugged heights they clamber till they perish in the mist;<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Down the precipital hollows blindly falling as they speed,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Calling still with dying accents on their fellows to take heed;<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Over stream, and trackless ocean, with the storm-cloud hatching nigh,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Ever waiting there to thunder at the bidding of the sky;<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Tossing on the angry billow, heart and soul beset with fear,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Yet with longing all unshaken, onward through the blast they steer;<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Over marsh, and sandy desert, sinking 'neath the scorching sun,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Hopeless, weary, madly thirsting, slowly dying one by one;<br /></span> +</div><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_206" id="Page_206">[Pg 206]</a></span> +<div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Leaving many a bone to whiten by the wayside, and to tell<br /></span> +<span class="i0">By mortality's drear tide-marks, how its surges rose and fell;<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Through the spring, and through the summer, when the flowers are on the lea;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Through the Autumn when the blossoms fade and wither drearily;<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Through the chill and ghostly Winter when the year is in its shroud,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And corruption preys on Nature, stooping fiercely from its cloud;<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Through the light and through the darkness, through the rain and through the snow,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Striving onward without resting seeking it above, below,<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">In the earth, and in the water, in the rock, and in the clay,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Gathering up the sandy beaches, searching, sifting them away;<br /></span> +</div><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_207" id="Page_207">[Pg 207]</a></span> +<div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Never resting, but with spirits eager, breathless to attain,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Evermore they hurry forward to their purpose o'er life's plain,<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">With their garments waxen olden, and their sandals wearing out,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And the sinews growing weaker that once bore them up so stout,<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">With the vision ever dimmer to discern the cherish'd prize,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Till at length upon the highway, at each step some pilgrim dies,<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">His glazed eyes still feebly turning e'en in death unto the goal<br /></span> +<span class="i0">That yet glimmers far beyond him, the life haven of his soul.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">But a stalwart phalanx presseth onward still with hearts serene,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Strong in faith and stedfast courage, meeting toil with dauntless mien;<br /></span> +</div><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_208" id="Page_208">[Pg 208]</a></span> +<div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Working out their primal mission through the calm and through the blast,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Gath'ring fitness for the Future from the Present, and the Past.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Thus enduring, thus pursuing upheld by a mighty hand<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Through all dangers of the travel, come they to the Golden Land,<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Find the treasures they are seeking richly pour'd into their breast;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Toil and danger ever finish'd, now they sweetly take their rest,<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">With the light of glory shining from the Godhead on their souls,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Whilst above them the broad banner of Eternity unrolls.<br /></span> +</div></div> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_209" id="Page_209">[Pg 209]</a></span></p> +<h2><a name="TO_WOMAN" id="TO_WOMAN"></a>TO WOMAN.</h2> + + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Beautiful Spirit! Angel of the Earth!<br /></span> +<span class="i0">That glidest through the storm-tost world,<br /></span> +<span class="i6">And bearest<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Blessings of peace and rest unto the weak,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Giddy and faint within its vortex whirled;<br /></span> +<span class="i6">O! fairest,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Sweetest Pilot of the wavering soul<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Through the wide-yawning gulfs and shoals of crime,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Whence issue siren-spells that seek<br /></span> +<span class="i0">To sink the wayward in their noxious slime;<br /></span> +<span class="i6">Emblem of Purity!<br /></span> +<span class="i0">That like the star of Bethlehem dost lume<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The wise of heart through this life's deepest gloom<br /></span> +<span class="i0">To hope, and joy, and blessedness,<br /></span> +<span class="i6">Hail to thee!<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Thou art the Priestess of all Holiness!<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Standing midway betwixt the earth and heaven,<br /></span> +<span class="i6">Part shared of either,<br /></span> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_210" id="Page_210">[Pg 210]</a></span> +<span class="i0">Mortality inwrought with purer leaven,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Good sympathies, sweet thoughts, and stainless love,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">That like distillëd perfume float above<br /></span> +<span class="i4">To charm the breather!<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">O vision of soft eyes and flowing hair,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Mild gentle eyes that chasten as they glance,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And on their dewy brightness ever bear<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The heart's warm language writ in radiance!<br /></span> +<span class="i0">O blessed smiles! heaven's golden sunrays shed<br /></span> +<span class="i4">On life's cold stream,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Renewëd summer when the old is fled<br /></span> +<span class="i6">Like a dream!<br /></span> +<span class="i0">O voice tinct with the spirit's sweetness,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Last tone of heaven's clear harmonies<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Ere in the silence of wide space it dies,<br /></span> +<span class="i4">Music's completeness!<br /></span> +<span class="i0">O gentle laughters! rising from the crystal spring<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Of joyance and free-hearted sympathy,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Pure rills to trickle sunnily<br /></span> +<span class="i0">From eyes and rosy lips in liquid warbling,<br /></span> +<span class="i4">Sweetly ye win us<br /></span> +<span class="i0">To shrine the blest spirit of Beauty<br /></span> +<span class="i6">Within us!<br /></span> +</div><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_211" id="Page_211">[Pg 211]</a></span> +<div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">O tender heart! Love's everlasting dwelling,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Beautiful fountain of all generous thoughts,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">From whose unsealëd fulness, ever welling,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Come to mankind their purest pleasure draughts;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">O gentle heart! Grief's only sanctuary,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Safe refuge from the rude assaults of woe,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Throbbing with mild compassion constantly,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">That never change nor withering can know;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">From the pure spring of virgin slumbers<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Peace falls upon the soul when thou art by,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Lulling it sweeter than Philomel's numbers,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Lapping it deep within felicity.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">O brightest! dearest! still there floats to thee<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The incense of pure minds eternally,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Thoughts sown of loveliness, that bud and bloom,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And through the summer-time of after years<br /></span> +<span class="i6">Shed sweet perfume,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Love-imaginings that rise through tears<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Like rainbows, and soft dreams<br /></span> +<span class="i4">That are the heaven-gleams,<br /></span> +<span class="i5">Caught from the deep<br /></span> +<span class="i6">Of Elysian sleep!<br /></span> +</div></div> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_212" id="Page_212">[Pg 212]</a></span></p> +<h2><a name="THE_POET" id="THE_POET"></a>THE POET.</h2> + + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">You might think, to look upon them with their arms around each other,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And the tale that he is breathing softly crimsoned on her cheek,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">That a sweeter spell enwound them than the love she bears a brother,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And that sweeter words are spoken than the words that brothers speak.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">For, fair one, she loves him dearly, dearly as a woman's spirit<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Full of gentleness and beauty loves all pure and holy things,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Just as though some blessëd angel, screened from sight, were floating near it,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Fanning every tender feeling into motion with its wings.<br /></span> +</div><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_213" id="Page_213">[Pg 213]</a></span> +<div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">So she hears with echoed rapture hopes that in his breast are swelling,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Of the glory and the honour that have sunned his poet's dream,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Charmed him by their bright illusion madly from his quiet dwelling<br /></span> +<span class="i0">To immerse him in life's ocean, there to lose him like a stream.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Ay! look in her eyes, poor poet, kiss the tears that tremble brightly<br /></span> +<span class="i0">On their fringes till thou deem'st them her pure soul distill'd for thee,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">They are true ones, they are fond ones, and that vision, coming nightly,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">May refresh thee like a fountain rising 'mid sterility.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Backward from her upturned beauty did he smooth the golden tresses,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">That Madonna-like fell clust'ring round the softness of her cheek;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">'Twas a frank one, and a fair one, with the grace that truth impresses<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Beaming o'er it without shadow, so he gazed but did not speak.<br /></span> +</div><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_214" id="Page_214">[Pg 214]</a></span> +<div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Then he whispered, "Bright May, dear May, in the world where I am going,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Going, it may be unwisely, but some magic draws me on,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">There to win the fame and honour with whose fire my soul is glowing,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Thou shalt be my guiding angel, thou shalt be my helicon.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">I will paint thee in my verses, thee, so beautiful and tender,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Till that world shall thrill with pleasure, and pure hearts shall cherish thee;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Bright May, dear May, they will love thee, and thy gentleness shall render<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Earth again a sunny Eden dedicate to Poesy.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">They will crown me for <i>thy</i> beauty, they will love me for <i>thy</i> sweetness,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">They will shrine my name in glory, hear it like a household thing,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">They will feel the spell of beauty, think of heaven for thy meetness,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Thus I'll do the poet's mission, thou an angel's ministring."<br /></span> +</div><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_215" id="Page_215">[Pg 215]</a></span> +<div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">So he went into the wide world with bright hopes around him playing,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Youth to make his footsteps buoyant, and firm trust to nerve his heart,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Fame and glory clear before him like a sun the path arraying,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Witless that the golden vision of his dreams could ere depart.<br /></span> +</div></div> + +<h4>II.</h4> +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">There are thousands in the highways buffeting the waves beside them,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Struggling onward without respite in pursuit of sandbuilt gain;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">There are thousands sinking daily, but the selfish crowd deride them,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Only hurry on the swifter—there's no time to pity pain.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Ah! what hope for thee, poor poet! in the race that they are running,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">When the jar of stormy passions makes thy temples wildly beat;<br /></span> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_216" id="Page_216">[Pg 216]</a></span> +<span class="i0">Can'st thou wrestle with the torrent, can'st thou stand against their cunning,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Who will crush thee without mercy, like a flower beneath their feet.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Wherefore did'st thou leave thy dwelling 'mid the calm and pleasant places,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Where no sorrow came to rouse thee from the heaven of thy dreams,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Where the wood-birds gave thee music, and the path the wild bee traces<br /></span> +<span class="i0">For its sweetness thou could'st follow, or repose by gentle streams.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">O poor world! immersed in folly, O dull world! that will not hearken<br /></span> +<span class="i0">To the music of a Poet singing of the Beautiful,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Close your heart against its teaching, though it be so sweet, and darken<br /></span> +<span class="i0">All the sunshine of the spirit by the coldness of your rule.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * <br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Who would bid us draw the curtain that conceals the poet's sorrow,<br /></span> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_217" id="Page_217">[Pg 217]</a></span> +<span class="i0">Who would need to <i>hear</i> his anguish when they look upon his brow,—<br /></span> +<span class="i0">It is written there in tracings far more true than tongue could borrow,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">It is brimming in his glances, once so bright, so woeful now.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Gaze upon him! dost thou know him? to his long-left home returning,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">For his step is very feeble, and his cheek is very pale,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And amid it like a sunset is the hectic plague-spot burning,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Ye who know no shatter'd hope-dreams, gaze upon him—there's the tale!<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">O the holy love of woman! O the gentle love of woman!<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Breathing like a balmy zephyr on the fever'd brows of care,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Centrate sweetness of all sweetness, only in its sorrow human,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Joy without you were a phantom, grief without you were despair!<br /></span> +</div><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_218" id="Page_218">[Pg 218]</a></span> +<div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">See! how tenderly she leads him with her arm around him pressing,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">As to shield him from the rough world that had wrought him so much woe,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And his eyes are filled with moisture, scarcely can he breathe his blessing,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">But she feels it in the throbbing of his full heart as they go.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Gaze again into her kind eyes, gaze into them, weary poet,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Fill thy soul with holy calmness from the fountain of her love,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">If there's peace for thy poor spirit in this earth they will bestow it,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">For she is a gentle angel sent to bless thee from above.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">And she said, as she bent o'er him, half in language, half in glances,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">For there is a hidden meaning far too deep for words to tell,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">"We will dwell," she said, "with nature, nourishing all gentle fancies,<br /></span> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_219" id="Page_219">[Pg 219]</a></span> +<span class="i0">And the lark shall be our minstrel, and the flowers shall love us well."<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">So he smiled upon her gently with a glance more sad than weeping,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">That a bitter thrill ran through her like a harp struck suddenly,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And she thought upon the summer with cold shadows o'er it creeping,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And she thought upon the flowers fading on the mossy lea.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">But she turn'd her till the paleness, and the tears that would be flowing<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Faded from her that they might not be the mirrors of his own;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Smiling comfort on him ever, evermore as they were going,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">For she said "Ah! there are none to smile on him but I alone."<br /></span> +</div></div> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_220" id="Page_220">[Pg 220]</a></span></p> +<h4>III.</h4> +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">He is lying in the sunshine with the blithe birds round him singing,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">There are flowers beside his pillow, there are flowers beneath his feet,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Summer pours her treasures round him, like a gentle maiden flinging<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Fragrant blossoms from her bosom o'er a path to make it sweet.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">She is kneeling in the sunshine with the radiant glory o'er her,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And his palm is on her tresses, her's are folded on her breast;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">He were very calm and happy, only for the love he bore her,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Which was far too sweet a feeling to resign it e'en for rest.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"Bright May! dear May! draw still nearer, nearer, dear May! till my spirit<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Sun itself within your brightness, as the lark doth in the day;<br /></span> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_221" id="Page_221">[Pg 221]</a></span> +<span class="i0">Soon the air will be so lumined that my weakness will not bear it,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">So I'll gather new strength from thee to support me on my way.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"There are tears within your eyes, May, let me kiss them from your eyes, May,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">They will taste as sweet to me as do the dews upon the rose;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Dear eyes how I love them! they oft tell me of the skies, May,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Tell me secrets of the Blessed more than mortal spirit knows.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"Ah! I knew not in the old time half the sweetness that doth linger<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Round the simple things of Nature which the proud heart passes by,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Now I see there's not a wildflower but doth point with warning finger,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">To the unobservant passer, truths of immortality.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"Bright May, thou shalt be my beadsman, and thy golden tresses drooping<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Round thee shall be all the vesture that my loving soul shall seek;<br /></span> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_222" id="Page_222">[Pg 222]</a></span> +<span class="i0">Thou shalt be a meet confessor for a lowly poet stooping<br /></span> +<span class="i0">To breathe forth his secret failings, and read pardon on thy cheek.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"Bright May! I have been a strayer from the narrow path that wanders<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Through this world to lead the traveller to a glad eternity,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">I have been an erring madman, for the blind heart never ponders<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Till the fancied light it follows lead it from felicity.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"I have been most false and perjured, false to all a poet's duty,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Even whilst my heart was boasting proudly of a poet's creed,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">I have loudly claimed the title of a worshipper of beauty,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Yet could gaze upon a flower till I thought it but a weed.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"Yes! I dwelt amid the woodlands with bright streamlets singing round me,<br /></span> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_223" id="Page_223">[Pg 223]</a></span> +<span class="i0">Sunny dells, moss-paven alleys, and cool shades to ramble in;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">All was happy, all was peaceful, yet e'en there ambition found me,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Charm'd me forth into the rough world to engulph me in its din.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"Yes! I wearied of the woodlands, of the streams and sunny places<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Where I lay me in the summer to dream all the noontide o'er,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Like the child of a sweet mother lapt within her fond embraces<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Drawing fitness from her beauty to lisp forth in poet's lore.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">But the time is drawing nigh; now, when my soul sublimed from folly<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Shall see all things in their trueness, with no sun-veil drawn between;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Know that glory is mere weakness and that aim alone is holy<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Which, wrought out in life with patience, fits man for a higher scene.<br /></span> +</div></div> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_224" id="Page_224">[Pg 224]</a></span></p> +<h2><a name="EVENING" id="EVENING"></a>EVENING.</h2> + + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Far away in Western ether<br /></span> +<span class="i1">Day and Night at length have met,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Like old friends that come together,<br /></span> +<span class="i1">And their eyes with tears are wet.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">In the heart, too, joy and sorrow<br /></span> +<span class="i1">Meet together without pain,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Loving friends who, on the morrow,<br /></span> +<span class="i1">At the dawning, part again.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">'Tis the time for sweet contentment,<br /></span> +<span class="i1">Thoughts all dedicate to love,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Soften'd down from all resentment,<br /></span> +<span class="i1">Chasten'd as the light above.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">'Tis the time to breathe a blessing<br /></span> +<span class="i1">Forth on all things good and fair,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">That make life so sweet, repressing<br /></span> +<span class="i1">Like a charm the strokes of care.<br /></span> +</div><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_225" id="Page_225">[Pg 225]</a></span> +<div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Tis the time when those who love us<br /></span> +<span class="i1">Rise like stars in Fancy's sky,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Shining steadily above us,<br /></span> +<span class="i1">Though afar, in seeming nigh.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Sure our life is but a gloaming<br /></span> +<span class="i1">Deep'ning slowly unto Night,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">To give rest unto the roaming,<br /></span> +<span class="i1">To the sad, dreams of delight.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Should not <i>life</i>, then, be contentment,<br /></span> +<span class="i1">Only dedicate to love,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Softened down from all resentment,<br /></span> +<span class="i1">Holy as the light above.<br /></span> +</div></div> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_226" id="Page_226">[Pg 226]</a></span></p> +<h2><a name="LIFE" id="LIFE"></a>LIFE.</h2> + + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Many a bright and pleasant vision<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Hath the heart in youth,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Visions that the wizard Fancy<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Conjures by sweet Necromancy,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Ever robed in hues Elysian,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">From the world of Truth;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Many a bright and pleasant vision<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Cheers the heart of youth!<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Just as though the curtain parted<br /></span> +<span class="i2">From the Life Unseen,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And a portion of its gladness,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Unalloy'd by any sadness,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">O'er the ripening spirit darted<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Like the morning's sheen,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Making us awhile pure-hearted<br /></span> +<span class="i2">And our sky serene.<br /></span> +</div><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_227" id="Page_227">[Pg 227]</a></span> +<div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Many a pleasure from the real<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Hath our manly prime,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Though the mystic light is shaded,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And the rosy dreams have faded;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">For our strengthen'd spirits see all<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Things matured by Time,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Growing out of the ideal<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Unto truth sublime;<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Blossom unto fruitage golden,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Hope to certainty;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">All things by divine transition<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Keeping pace with life's ambition,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">New joys springing from the olden<br /></span> +<span class="i2">As we pass them by<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Climbing still, by faith upholden,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Onward to the sky.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Many a pleasant recollection<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Hath the heart of Age,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">That life's tide hath staunchly breasted,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Wrought, achieved and nobly rested,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Musing with calm retrospection<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Their past pilgrimage;<br /></span> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_228" id="Page_228">[Pg 228]</a></span> +<span class="i0">Many a sweet and wise reflection<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Hath the heart of Age;<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Looking forward, dreaming ever<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Of the Better Land;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Waiting for the promised glory,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">That shall bind their temples hoary<br /></span> +<span class="i0">With a brightness fading never<br /></span> +<span class="i2">On that holy strand,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Crowning life's devout Endeavour<br /></span> +<span class="i2">With a bounteous hand.<br /></span> +</div></div> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_229" id="Page_229">[Pg 229]</a></span></p> +<h2><a name="SORROW" id="SORROW"></a>SORROW.</h2> + + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Through the Earth a Spirit goeth<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Onward still from morn till night,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Silent as the Time-stream floweth<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Out of darkness into light.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">And her heart is very tender,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Full of love and kindliness,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Yearning evermore to render<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Goodness fuller, error less.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Through the Earth the spirit wendeth,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And full many a little child<br /></span> +<span class="i0">With light heart her course attendeth,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">By her gentle eyes beguiled;<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Turning to her fond embraces,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Playing round her as she goes,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">With no shade on their glad faces<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Deeper than the budding rose.<br /></span> +</div><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_230" id="Page_230">[Pg 230]</a></span> +<div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">A maiden dreaming of her lover<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Like a star amid the night,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Felt the spirit bend above her,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">In between her and the light;<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">And she quivered back in terror<br /></span> +<span class="i0">From the spirit's offered kiss;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Ah! how often, thus, doth error<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Backward fright our souls from bliss!<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Then the spirit "Ah! thou dearest,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Wilt thou close thy heart from me?<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Through the shadow that thou fearest<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Heaven's own light will shine on thee.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"Like the streams that most refresh us<br /></span> +<span class="i0">In the desert parch'd and drear,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Sorrow renders love more precious,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Makes the cherish'd one more dear."<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">On—the spirit circled gently,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Kindly round a Poet's heart,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Gazing through the veil intently<br /></span> +<span class="i0">After life's diviner part;<br /></span> +</div><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_231" id="Page_231">[Pg 231]</a></span> +<div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">And the poet bent to meet her,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">For he said "The truth will be<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Made through Sorrow ever sweeter,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Ever clearer unto me.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"We are blinded by the sunlight<br /></span> +<span class="i0">From the heaven's <i>unclouded</i> blue,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">But through mist we eye the One-light<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Till we read it through and through."<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">To the beautiful the Spirit<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Open'd wide her loving breast,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Wooed their souls to nestle near it<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And from life's excitement rest,<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Whispering, "Sleep on Sorrow's bosom,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Dear ones, and your souls will rise<br /></span> +<span class="i0">With fresh sweetness on their blossom,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Richer perfume, brighter dyes."<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Most shrunk from her, but some weeping<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Yielded to her soft controul;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And whilst on that bosom sleeping<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Heaven-dew fell upon each soul.<br /></span> +</div><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_232" id="Page_232">[Pg 232]</a></span> +<div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Young and old fled from her ever<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Waving off her proffered grace,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Thwarting each divine endeavour,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Trembling still before her face;<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">And she said "Ah! ye are blinded,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Seeing not the things that are,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">For unto the earnest-minded<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Sorrow is life's guiding star;<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"Not delusive, not unsparing,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Richer fraught with good than pain,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Unto life sweet blessings bearing<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Though she scatter them in rain."<br /></span> +</div></div> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_233" id="Page_233">[Pg 233]</a></span></p> +<h4><a name="I" id="I"></a>I.<br /><br /> +<span class="smcap">Written at Ulleswater.</span></h4> + +<div class="poem"> +<span class="i0">The tide is rippling to my very feet,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The mountains are before me, and around,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Stretching in misty grandeur till they meet<br /></span> +<span class="i0">In one dim bourne, their hoary summits crown'd<br /></span> +<span class="i0">With cloudy chaplets, such as might have bound<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The new-born Thunderer when Saturn fell,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">All wonder-stricken, from his mighty throne.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The sun is shining upon wooded slopes,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And distant headlands, with faint shadows thrown<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Amid its brightness like the shatter'd hopes<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Of a young noontide, and its golden light<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Crests the upheaving waters till each swell<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Is tremulous with glory, and the sight<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Pictures strange fancies which no tongue can tell.<br /></span> +</div> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_234" id="Page_234">[Pg 234]</a></span></p> +<h4><a name="II" id="II"></a>II.</h4> + +<div class="poem"> +<span class="i0">There is a spell by which the panting soul<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Shakes from its stainless pinions all the gyves<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Wherewith our frail mortality still strives<br /></span> +<span class="i0">To bind it downward 'neath its stern controul;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">When springing from the earth like the sweet lark<br /></span> +<span class="i0">That wings its flight in music to the sky,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Amid the spheres it wanders, where the eye<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Trembles to blindness, and the last faint spark<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Of Earth's far gleaming flickers and expires;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Thine is the charm, dear Poesy, which sets<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The cagëd spirit on its heavenward flight,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And fills its being with those pure desires,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And holy aspirations, which like light<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Shower on the world in distillations bright.<br /></span> +</div> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_235" id="Page_235">[Pg 235]</a></span></p> +<h4><a name="III" id="III"></a>III.</h4> + +<div class="poem"> +<span class="i0">We wander on through life as pilgrims do<br /></span> +<span class="i0">O'er trackless deserts to a distant shrine,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Weary and parch'd, and to our longing view<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Springs many a false mirage of joy divine,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">That fades before us as we fain pursue<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The empty picture which our fancy drew.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">O thou, my heart! seek not the empty shows<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And gilded nothings of this little Time,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">But let thine endless effort be to climb<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Above Earth's petty vanities and woes<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Unto a nobler range of feelings, joys,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Which no false leaven of decay alloys,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">But whose substantial sweetness may increase,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And make thy journey pleasure, and thy slumber peace.<br /></span> +</div> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_236" id="Page_236">[Pg 236]</a></span></p> +<h4><a name="IV" id="IV"></a>IV.</h4> + +<div class="poem"> +<span class="i0">Sweet spirits of the Beautiful! where'er ye dwell,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Whether upon the misty mountain tops<br /></span> +<span class="i0">With mantling crags about ye, or in dell<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And sunny valley, by the hazel copse<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Wherein the ring-dove nestles, or by streams<br /></span> +<span class="i0">That wander amid woodlands, with the sheen<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Of noontide trembling through the leafy screen<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Down to their mossy banks in fitful gleams,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">That murmur with the linnets and at e'en<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Sigh with the plaintive nightingale, and oft<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Mirror your bright eyes in the sparkling dew,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Circle me ever with your joyous crew,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Bring inspirations to me bland and soft,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And sun my slumbers still with happy dreams.<br /></span> +</div> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_237" id="Page_237">[Pg 237]</a></span></p> +<h4><a name="V" id="V"></a>V.</h4> + +<div class="poem"> +<span class="i0">We are ambitious overmuch in life,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Straining at ends of hard accomplishment,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And goaded onward by poor discontent,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">We build our little Babels up through strife,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And bitterness of soul, and motions rife<br /></span> +<span class="i0">With passions that oft slay the innocent,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Like Priests of Lust plunging the cruel knife<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Into the victims of their wilderment.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Not thus do thou, but with a patient hand<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Place thou thine acorn in the fertile soil,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Labouring ever with unhurtful toil,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And cheerful hope until the seed expand,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Grow with the strength of truth, and ripening Time,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And stand at last in majesty sublime.<br /></span> +</div> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_238" id="Page_238">[Pg 238]</a></span></p> +<h4><a name="VI" id="VI"></a>VI.</h4> + +<div class="poem"> +<span class="i0">Mountains! and huge hills! wrap your mighty forms<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Close with mantle of eternal cloud;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Gather around ye the fierce band of storms;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And let the stainless snow-drift be your shroud.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Back from your rugged steeps, and caverns hoar<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Bellow in hoarse disdain the tempest's roar;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Laugh at the rolling thunder; let the flash<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Of its fierce lightning lumine but your scorn;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Down your deep-furrow'd slopes let torrents dash,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And on the winds their hollow rage be borne.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Ye mighty ones! Why should ye bow your pride,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And doff your venerable crowns, or dress<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Your wrinkled brows in smiles, or lay aside<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The dread insignias of your mightiness!<br /></span> +</div> + + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_239" id="Page_239">[Pg 239]</a></span></p> +<h4><a name="VII" id="VII"></a>VII.<br /><br /> +<span class="smcap">To Ella.</span></h4> + +<div class="poem"> +<span class="i0">Ofttimes I gaze upon thine eyes, fair child,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Till sense forgets all but the beautiful,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And my entranced and raptured heart is full<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Of blissful visions, pure, and bland, and mild<br /></span> +<span class="i0">In their o'erstealing, as the rosy sleep<br /></span> +<span class="i0">That falls upon an infant, wafting it<br /></span> +<span class="i0">In balmy dreams to heaven. Within the deep<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The thrilling sea of their blue loveliness,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">By sun-reflected gleams of heaven uplit,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">My spirit bathes in sweet unconsciousness<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Of aught material, and oft doth drink<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Of beauty there, whose freshness never dies,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Till, pleasure-lapt, it feels as it could sink<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Beneath the waves, and enter paradise.<br /></span> +</div> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_240" id="Page_240">[Pg 240]</a></span></p> +<h4><a name="VIII" id="VIII"></a>VIII.</h4> + +<div class="poem"> +<span class="i0">I traverse oft in thought the battle-plain<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Of my past life, 'mid many a shatter'd dream<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Of pleasure, and of hope, which youth in vain<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Based on the shifting sands of Time's swift stream,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Fond bulwarks 'gainst the strong assaults of pain;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And 'mid their ruins, like an exiled man<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Gazing on scenes where he can dwell no more,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">I stand and mourn their sweet enchantment o'er,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Where both life's pleasures and its cares began.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Earth crumbles 'neath our feet as we walk on,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And leaves a gulf behind none can retrace;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Its pleasures flash a moment and are gone;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">But if we treasure in our soul <i>love's</i> grace,<br /></span> +<span class="i0"><i>That</i> will refresh and gladden all our race.<br /></span> +</div> + + +<hr style="width: 35%;" /> +<h3>C. 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