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+Project Gutenberg's Poems of The First Period, by Frederich Schiller
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+Title: Poems of The First Period
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+Author: Frederich Schiller
+
+Release Date: October 26, 2006 [EBook #6794]
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+Language: English
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+*** START OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK POEMS OF THE FIRST PERIOD ***
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+
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+Produced by Tapio Riikonen and David Widger
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+
+             SCHILLER'S POEMS
+
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+
+ POEMS OF THE FIRST PERIOD
+
+   Hector and Andromache
+   Amalia
+   A Funeral Fantasie
+   Fantasie--To Laura
+   To Laura at the Harpsichord
+   Group from Tartarus
+   Rapture--To Laura
+   To Laura (The Mystery of Reminiscence)
+   Melancholy--To Laura
+   The Infanticide
+   The Greatness of the World
+   Fortune and Wisdom
+   Elegy on the Death of a Young Man
+   The Battle
+   Rousseau
+   Friendship
+   Elysium
+   The Fugitive
+   To Minna
+   The Flowers
+   The Triumph of Love (A Hymn)
+   To a Moralist
+   Count Eberhard, the Groaner of Wurtemburg
+   To the Spring
+   Semele
+
+
+
+
+               POEMS OF SCHILLER.
+
+
+
+           POEMS OF THE FIRST PERIOD.
+
+
+
+
+        HECTOR AND ANDROMACHE.
+
+   [This and the following poem are, with some alterations, introduced
+   in the Play of "The Robbers."]
+
+   ANDROMACHE.
+   Will Hector leave me for the fatal plain,
+   Where, fierce with vengeance for Patroclus slain,
+          Stalks Peleus' ruthless son?
+   Who, when thou glid'st amid the dark abodes,
+   To hurl the spear and to revere the gods,
+          Shall teach thine orphan one?
+
+   HECTOR.
+   Woman and wife beloved--cease thy tears;
+   My soul is nerved--the war-clang in my ears!
+          Be mine in life to stand
+   Troy's bulwark!--fighting for our hearths, to go
+   In death, exulting to the streams below,
+          Slain for my fatherland!
+
+   ANDROMACHE.
+   No more I hear thy martial footsteps fall--
+   Thine arms shall hang, dull trophies, on the wall--
+          Fallen the stem of Troy!
+   Thou goest where slow Cocytus wanders--where
+   Love sinks in Lethe, and the sunless air
+          Is dark to light and joy!
+
+   HECTOR.
+   Longing and thought--yes, all I feel and think
+   May in the silent sloth of Lethe sink,
+          But my love not!
+   Hark, the wild swarm is at the walls!--I hear!
+   Gird on my sword--Beloved one, dry the tear--
+          Lethe for love is not!
+
+
+
+
+          AMALIA.
+
+   Angel-fair, Walhalla's charms displaying,
+    Fairer than all mortal youths was he;
+   Mild his look, as May-day sunbeams straying
+    Gently o'er the blue and glassy sea.
+
+   And his kisses!--what ecstatic feeling!
+   Like two flames that lovingly entwine,
+   Like the harp's soft tones together stealing
+    Into one sweet harmony divine,--
+
+   Soul and soul embraced, commingled, blended,
+    Lips and cheeks with trembling passion burned,
+   Heaven and earth, in pristine chaos ended,
+    Round the blissful lovers madly turn'd.
+
+   He is gone--and, ah! with bitter anguish
+    Vainly now I breathe my mournful sighs;
+   He is gone--in hopeless grief I languish
+    Earthly joys I ne'er again can prize!
+
+
+
+
+        A FUNERAL FANTASIE.
+
+   Pale, at its ghastly noon,
+   Pauses above the death-still wood--the moon;
+   The night-sprite, sighing, through the dim air stirs;
+    The clouds descend in rain;
+    Mourning, the wan stars wane,
+   Flickering like dying lamps in sepulchres!
+   Haggard as spectres--vision-like and dumb,
+    Dark with the pomp of death, and moving slow,
+   Towards that sad lair the pale procession come
+    Where the grave closes on the night below.
+
+   With dim, deep-sunken eye,
+   Crutched on his staff, who trembles tottering by?
+   As wrung from out the shattered heart, one groan
+   Breaks the deep hush alone!
+   Crushed by the iron fate, he seems to gather
+    All life's last strength to stagger to the bier,
+   And hearken--Do these cold lips murmur "Father?"
+    The sharp rain, drizzling through that place of fear,
+   Pierces the bones gnawed fleshless by despair,
+   And the heart's horror stirs the silver hair.
+
+   Fresh bleed the fiery wounds
+    Through all that agonizing heart undone--
+   Still on the voiceless lips "my Father" sounds,
+    And still the childless Father murmurs "Son!"
+   Ice-cold--ice-cold, in that white shroud he lies--
+    Thy sweet and golden dreams all vanished there--
+   The sweet and golden name of "Father" dies
+   Into thy curse,--ice-cold--ice-cold--he lies!
+    Dead, what thy life's delight and Eden were!
+
+   Mild, as when, fresh from the arms of Aurora,
+    While the air like Elysium is smiling above,
+   Steeped in rose-breathing odors, the darling of Flora
+    Wantons over the blooms on his winglets of love.
+   So gay, o'er the meads, went his footsteps in bliss,
+    The silver wave mirrored the smile of his face;
+   Delight, like a flame, kindled up at his kiss,
+    And the heart of the maid was the prey of his chase.
+
+   Boldly he sprang to the strife of the world,
+    As a deer to the mountain-top carelessly springs;
+   As an eagle whose plumes to the sun are unfurled,
+    Swept his hope round the heaven on its limitless wings.
+   Proud as a war-horse that chafes at the rein,
+    That, kingly, exults in the storm of the brave;
+   That throws to the wind the wild stream of its mane,
+    Strode he forth by the prince and the slave!
+
+   Life like a spring day, serene and divine,
+    In the star of the morning went by as a trance;
+   His murmurs he drowned in the gold of the wine,
+    And his sorrows were borne on the wave of the dance.
+
+   Worlds lay concealed in the hopes of his youth!--
+    When once he shall ripen to manhood and fame!
+   Fond father exult!--In the germs of his youth
+    What harvests are destined for manhood and fame!
+
+   Not to be was that manhood!--The death-bell is knelling,
+    The hinge of the death-vault creaks harsh on the ears--
+   How dismal, O Death, is the place of thy dwelling!
+    Not to be was that manhood!--Flow on, bitter tears!
+   Go, beloved, thy path to the sun,
+    Rise, world upon world, with the perfect to rest;
+   Go--quaff the delight which thy spirit has won,
+    And escape from our grief in the Halls of the Blest.
+
+   Again (in that thought what a healing is found!)
+    To meet in the Eden to which thou art fled!--
+   Hark, the coffin sinks down with a dull, sullen sound,
+    And the ropes rattle over the sleep of the dead.
+   And we cling to each other!--O Grave, he is thine!
+    The eye tells the woe that is mute to the ears--
+   And we dare to resent what we grudge to resign,
+    Till the heart's sinful murmur is choked in its tears.
+   Pale at its ghastly noon,
+   Pauses above the death-still wood--the moon!
+   The night-sprite, sighing, through the dim air stirs:
+    The clouds descend in rain;
+    Mourning, the wan stars wane,
+   Flickering like dying lamps in sepulchres.
+   The dull clods swell into the sullen mound;
+    Earth, one look yet upon the prey we gave!
+   The grave locks up the treasure it has found;
+   Higher and higher swells the sullen mound--
+    Never gives back the grave!
+
+
+
+
+        FANTASIE--TO LAURA.
+
+   Name, my Laura, name the whirl-compelling
+    Bodies to unite in one blest whole--
+   Name, my Laura, name the wondrous magic
+    By which soul rejoins its kindred soul!
+
+   See! it teaches yonder roving planets
+    Round the sun to fly in endless race;
+   And as children play around their mother,
+    Checkered circles round the orb to trace.
+
+   Every rolling star, by thirst tormented,
+    Drinks with joy its bright and golden rain--
+   Drinks refreshment from its fiery chalice,
+    As the limbs are nourished by the brain.
+
+   'Tis through Love that atom pairs with atom,
+    In a harmony eternal, sure;
+   And 'tis Love that links the spheres together--
+    Through her only, systems can endure.
+
+   Were she but effaced from Nature's clockwork,
+   Into dust would fly the mighty world;
+   O'er thy systems thou wouldst weep, great Newton,
+    When with giant force to chaos hurled!
+
+   Blot the goddess from the spirit order,
+    It would sink in death, and ne'er arise.
+   Were love absent, spring would glad us never;
+    Were love absent, none their God would prize!
+
+   What is that, which, when my Laura kisses,
+    Dyes my cheek with flames of purple hue,
+   Bids my bosom bound with swifter motion,
+    Like a fever wild my veins runs through?
+
+   Every nerve from out its barriers rises,
+    O'er its banks, the blood begins to flow;
+   Body seeks to join itself to body,
+    Spirits kindle in one blissful glow.
+
+   Powerful as in the dead creations
+    That eternal impulses obey,
+   O'er the web Arachne-like of Nature,--
+    Living Nature,--Love exerts her sway.
+
+   Laura, see how joyousness embraces
+    E'en the overflow of sorrows wild!
+   How e'en rigid desperation kindles
+    On the loving breast of Hope so mild.
+
+   Sisterly and blissful rapture softens
+    Gloomy Melancholy's fearful night,
+   And, deliver'd of its golden children,
+    Lo, the eye pours forth its radiance bright!
+
+   Does not awful Sympathy rule over
+    E'en the realms that Evil calls its own?
+   For 'tis Hell our crimes are ever wooing,
+    While they bear a grudge 'gainst Heaven alone!
+
+   Shame, Repentance, pair Eumenides-like,
+    Weave round sin their fearful serpent-coils:
+   While around the eagle-wings of Greatness
+    Treach'rous danger winds its dreaded toils.
+
+   Ruin oft with Pride is wont to trifle,
+    Envy upon Fortune loves to cling;
+   On her brother, Death, with arms extended,
+    Lust, his sister, oft is wont to spring.
+
+   On the wings of Love the future hastens
+    In the arms of ages past to lie;
+   And Saturnus, as he onward speeds him,
+    Long hath sought his bride--Eternity!
+
+   Soon Saturnus will his bride discover,--
+    So the mighty oracle hath said;
+   Blazing worlds will turn to marriage torches
+    When Eternity with Time shall wed!
+
+   Then a fairer, far more beauteous morning,
+    Laura, on our love shall also shine,
+   Long as their blest bridal-night enduring:--
+    So rejoice thee, Laura--Laura mine!
+
+
+
+
+     TO LAURA AT THE HARPSICHORD.
+
+   When o'er the chords thy fingers stray,
+   My spirit leaves its mortal clay,
+    A statue there I stand;
+   Thy spell controls e'en life and death,
+   As when the nerves a living breath
+    Receive by Love's command! [1]
+
+   More gently zephyr sighs along
+   To listen to thy magic song;
+   The systems formed by heavenly love
+   To sing forever as they move,
+   Pause in their endless-whirling round
+   To catch the rapture-teeming sound;
+   'Tis for thy strains they worship thee,--
+   Thy look, enchantress, fetters me!
+
+   From yonder chords fast-thronging come
+    Soul-breathing notes with rapturous speed,
+   As when from out their heavenly home
+    The new-born seraphim proceed;
+   The strains pour forth their magic might,
+   As glittering suns burst through the night,
+   When, by Creation's storm awoke,
+   From chaos' giant-arm they broke.
+
+    Now sweet, as when the silv'ry wave
+    Delights the pebbly beach to lave;
+    And now majestic as the sound
+    Of rolling thunder gathering round;
+   Now pealing more loudly, as when from yon height
+   Descends the mad mountain-stream, foaming and bright;
+      Now in a song of love
+       Dying away,
+      As through the aspen grove
+       Soft zephyrs play:
+   Now heavier and more mournful seems the strain,
+   As when across the desert, death-like plain,
+   Whence whispers dread and yells despairing rise,
+   Cocytus' sluggish, wailing current sighs.
+
+    Maiden fair, oh, answer me!
+    Are not spirits leagued with thee?
+    Speak they in the realms of bliss
+    Other language e'er than this?
+
+
+
+
+        GROUP FROM TARTARUS.
+
+   Hark! like the sea in wrath the heavens assailing,
+   Or like a brook through rocky basin wailing,
+   Comes from below, in groaning agony,
+   A heavy, vacant torment-breathing sigh!
+   Their faces marks of bitter torture wear,
+   While from their lips burst curses of despair;
+    Their eyes are hollow, and full of woe,
+     And their looks with heartfelt anguish
+    Seek Cocytus' stream that runs wailing below,
+     For the bridge o'er its waters they languish.
+
+   And they say to each other in accents of fear,
+   "Oh, when will the time of fulfilment appear?"
+   High over them boundless eternity quivers,
+   And the scythe of Saturnus all-ruthlessly, shivers!
+
+
+
+
+       RAPTURE--TO LAURA.
+
+   From earth I seem to wing my flight,
+   And sun myself in Heaven's pure light,
+    When thy sweet gaze meets mine
+   I dream I quaff ethereal dew,
+   When my own form I mirrored view
+    In those blue eyes divine!
+
+   Blest notes from Paradise afar,
+   Or strains from some benignant star
+    Enchant my ravished ear:
+   My Muse feels then the shepherd's hour
+   When silvery tones of magic power
+    Escape those lips so dear!
+
+   Young Loves around thee fan their wings--
+   Behind, the maddened fir-tree springs,
+    As when by Orpheus fired:
+   The poles whirl round with swifter motion,
+   When in the dance, like waves o'er Ocean,
+    Thy footsteps float untired!
+
+   Thy look, if it but beam with love,
+   Could make the lifeless marble move,
+    And hearts in rocks enshrine:
+   My visions to reality
+   Will turn, if, Laura, in thine eye
+    I read--that thou art mine!
+
+
+
+
+     TO LAURA. (THE MYSTERY OF REMINISCENCE.) [2]
+
+   Who and what gave to me the wish to woo thee--
+   Still, lip to lip, to cling for aye unto thee?
+   Who made thy glances to my soul the link--
+   Who bade me burn thy very breath to drink--
+      My life in thine to sink?
+   As from the conqueror's unresisted glaive,
+   Flies, without strife subdued, the ready slave--
+   So, when to life's unguarded fort, I see
+   Thy gaze draw near and near triumphantly--
+      Yields not my soul to thee?
+   Why from its lord doth thus my soul depart?--
+   Is it because its native home thou art?
+   Or were they brothers in the days of yore,
+   Twin-bound both souls, and in the link they bore
+      Sigh to be bound once more?
+   Were once our beings blent and intertwining,
+   And therefore still my heart for thine is pining?
+   Knew we the light of some extinguished sun--
+   The joys remote of some bright realm undone,
+      Where once our souls were ONE?
+   Yes, it is so!--And thou wert bound to me
+   In the long-vanish'd Eld eternally!
+   In the dark troubled tablets which enroll
+   The Past--my Muse beheld this blessed scroll--
+      "One with thy love my soul!"
+   Oh yes, I learned in awe, when gazing there,
+   How once one bright inseparate life we were,
+   How once, one glorious essence as a God,
+   Unmeasured space our chainless footsteps trod--
+      All Nature our abode!
+   Round us, in waters of delight, forever
+   Voluptuous flowed the heavenly Nectar river;
+   We were the master of the seal of things,
+   And where the sunshine bathed Truth's mountain-springs
+      Quivered our glancing wings.
+   Weep for the godlike life we lost afar--
+   Weep!--thou and I its scattered fragments are;
+   And still the unconquered yearning we retain--
+   Sigh to restore the rapture and the reign,
+      And grow divine again.
+   And therefore came to me the wish to woo thee--
+   Still, lip to lip, to cling for aye unto thee;
+   This made thy glances to my soul the link--
+   This made me burn thy very breath to drink--
+      My life in thine to sink;
+   And therefore, as before the conqueror's glaive,
+   Flies, without strife subdued, the ready slave,
+   So, when to life's unguarded fort, I see
+   Thy gaze draw near and near triumphantly--
+      Yieldeth my soul to thee!
+   Therefore my soul doth from its lord depart,
+   Because, beloved, its native home thou art;
+   Because the twins recall the links they bore,
+   And soul with soul, in the sweet kiss of yore,
+      Meets and unites once more!
+   Thou, too--Ah, there thy gaze upon me dwells,
+   And thy young blush the tender answer tells;
+   Yes! with the dear relation still we thrill,
+   Both lives--though exiles from the homeward hill--
+      One life--all glowing still!
+
+
+
+
+      MELANCHOLY--TO LAURA.
+
+   Laura! a sunrise seems to break
+    Where'er thy happy looks may glow.
+   Joy sheds its roses o'er thy cheek,
+   Thy tears themselves do but bespeak
+    The rapture whence they flow;
+   Blest youth to whom those tears are given--
+   The tears that change his earth to heaven;
+   His best reward those melting eyes--
+   For him new suns are in the skies!
+
+   Thy soul--a crystal river passing,
+   Silver-clear, and sunbeam-glassing,
+   Mays into bloom sad Autumn by thee;
+   Night and desert, if they spy thee,
+   To gardens laugh--with daylight shine,
+   Lit by those happy smiles of thine!
+   Dark with cloud the future far
+   Goldens itself beneath thy star.
+   Smilest thou to see the harmony
+    Of charm the laws of Nature keep?
+   Alas! to me the harmony
+    Brings only cause to weep!
+
+   Holds not Hades its domain
+    Underneath this earth of ours?
+   Under palace, under fame,
+    Underneath the cloud-capped towers?
+   Stately cities soar and spread
+   O'er your mouldering bones, ye dead!
+   From corruption, from decay,
+    Springs yon clove-pink's fragrant bloom;
+   Yon gay waters wind their way
+    From the hollows of a tomb.
+
+   From the planets thou mayest know
+   All the change that shifts below,
+   Fled--beneath that zone of rays,
+   Fled to night a thousand Mays;
+   Thrones a thousand--rising--sinking,
+   Earth from thousand slaughters drinking
+   Blood profusely poured as water;--
+   Of the sceptre--of the slaughter--
+   Wouldst thou know what trace remaineth?
+   Seek them where the dark king reigneth!
+
+   Scarce thine eye can ope and close
+   Ere life's dying sunset glows;
+   Sinking sudden from its pride
+   Into death--the Lethe tide.
+   Ask'st thou whence thy beauties rise?
+   Boastest thou those radiant eyes?--
+   Or that cheek in roses dyed?
+   All their beauty (thought of sorrow!)
+   From the brittle mould they borrow.
+   Heavy interest in the tomb
+   For the brief loan of the bloom,
+   For the beauty of the day,
+   Death the usurer, thou must pay,
+    In the long to-morrow!
+
+   Maiden!--Death's too strong for scorn;
+    In the cheek the fairest, He
+    But the fairest throne doth see
+   Though the roses of the morn
+   Weave the veil by beauty worn--
+   Aye, beneath that broidered curtain,
+   Stands the Archer stern and certain!
+   Maid--thy Visionary hear--
+   Trust the wild one as the sear,
+   When he tells thee that thine eye,
+    While it beckons to the wooer,
+   Only lureth yet more nigh
+    Death, the dark undoer!
+
+   Every ray shed from thy beauty
+    Wastes the life-lamp while it beams,
+   And the pulse's playful duty,
+    And the blue veins' merry streams,
+   Sport and run into the pall--
+   Creatures of the Tyrant, all!
+   As the wind the rainbow shatters,
+   Death thy bright smiles rends and scatters,
+   Smile and rainbow leave no traces;--
+   From the spring-time's laughing graces,
+   From all life, as from its germ,
+   Grows the revel of the worm!
+
+   Woe, I see the wild wind wreak
+    Its wrath upon thy rosy bloom,
+   Winter plough thy rounded cheek,
+    Cloud and darkness close in gloom;
+   Blackening over, and forever,
+   Youth's serene and silver river!
+   Love alike and beauty o'er,
+   Lovely and beloved no more!
+
+   Maiden, an oak that soars on high,
+    And scorns the whirlwind's breath
+   Behold thy Poet's youth defy
+    The blunted dart of Death!
+   His gaze as ardent as the light
+    That shoots athwart the heaven,
+   His soul yet fiercer than the light
+    In the eternal heaven,
+   Of Him, in whom as in an ocean-surge
+   Creation ebbs and flows--and worlds arise and merge!
+   Through Nature steers the poet's thought to find
+   No fear but this--one barrier to the mind?
+
+   And dost thou glory so to think?
+    And heaves thy bosom?--Woe!
+   This cup, which lures him to the brink,
+   As if divinity to drink--
+    Has poison in its flow!
+   Wretched, oh, wretched, they who trust
+   To strike the God-spark from the dust!
+   The mightiest tone the music knows,
+    But breaks the harp-string with the sound;
+   And genius, still the more it glows,
+   But wastes the lamp whose life bestows
+    The light it sheds around.
+   Soon from existence dragged away,
+   The watchful jailer grasps his prey:
+   Vowed on the altar of the abused fire,
+   The spirits I raised against myself conspire!
+   Let--yes, I feel it two short springs away
+    Pass on their rapid flight;
+   And life's faint spark shall, fleeting from the clay,
+    Merge in the Fount of Light!
+
+   And weep'st thou, Laura?--be thy tears forbid;
+   Would'st thou my lot, life's dreariest years amid,
+    Protract and doom?--No: sinner, dry thy tears:
+   Would'st thou, whose eyes beheld the eagle wing
+   Of my bold youth through air's dominion spring,
+   Mark my sad age (life's tale of glory done)--
+   Crawl on the sod and tremble in the sun?
+   Hear the dull frozen heart condemn the flame
+   That as from heaven to youth's blithe bosom came;
+   And see the blind eyes loathing turn from all
+   The lovely sins age curses to recall?
+    Let me die young!--sweet sinner, dry thy tears!
+   Yes, let the flower be gathered in its bloom!
+   And thou, young genius, with the brows of gloom,
+    Quench thou life's torch, while yet the flame is strong!
+   Even as the curtain falls; while still the scene
+   Most thrills the hearts which have its audience been;
+   As fleet the shadows from the stage--and long
+    When all is o'er, lingers the breathless throng!
+
+
+
+
+        THE INFANTICIDE.
+
+   Hark where the bells toll, chiming, dull and steady,
+    The clock's slow hand hath reached the appointed time.
+   Well, be it so--prepare, my soul is ready,
+    Companions of the grave--the rest for crime!
+   Now take, O world! my last farewell--receiving
+    My parting kisses--in these tears they dwell!
+   Sweet are thy poisons while we taste believing,
+    Now we are quits--heart-poisoner, fare-thee-well!
+
+   Farewell, ye suns that once to joy invited,
+   Changed for the mould beneath the funeral shade;
+   Farewell, farewell, thou rosy time delighted,
+   Luring to soft desire the careless maid,
+   Pale gossamers of gold, farewell, sweet dreaming
+   Fancies--the children that an Eden bore!
+   Blossoms that died while dawn itself was gleaming,
+   Opening in happy sunlight never more.
+
+   Swanlike the robe which innocence bestowing,
+    Decked with the virgin favors, rosy fair,
+   In the gay time when many a young rose glowing,
+    Blushed through the loose train of the amber hair.
+   Woe, woe! as white the robe that decks me now--
+    The shroud-like robe hell's destined victim wears;
+   Still shall the fillet bind this burning brow--
+    That sable braid the Doomsman's hand prepares!
+
+   Weep ye, who never fell-for whom, unerring,
+    The soul's white lilies keep their virgin hue,
+   Ye who when thoughts so danger-sweet are stirring,
+    Take the stern strength that Nature gives the few!
+   Woe, for too human was this fond heart's feeling--
+    Feeling!--my sin's avenger [3] doomed to be;
+   Woe--for the false man's arm around me stealing,
+    Stole the lulled virtue, charmed to sleep, from me.
+
+   Ah, he perhaps shall, round another sighing
+    (Forgot the serpents stinging at my breast),
+   Gayly, when I in the dumb grave am lying,
+    Pour the warm wish or speed the wanton jest,
+   Or play, perchance, with his new maiden's tresses,
+    Answer the kiss her lip enamored brings,
+   When the dread block the head he cradled presses,
+    And high the blood his kiss once fevered springs.
+
+   Thee, Francis, Francis [4], league on league, shall follow
+    The death-dirge of the Lucy once so dear;
+   From yonder steeple dismal, dull, and hollow,
+    Shall knell the warning horror on thy ear.
+   On thy fresh leman's lips when love is dawning,
+    And the lisped music glides from that sweet well--
+   Lo, in that breast a red wound shall be yawning,
+    And, in the midst of rapture, warn of hell!
+
+   Betrayer, what! thy soul relentless closing
+    To grief--the woman-shame no art can heal--
+   To that small life beneath my heart reposing!
+    Man, man, the wild beast for its young can feel!
+   Proud flew the sails--receding from the land,
+    I watched them waning from the wistful eye,
+   Round the gay maids on Seine's voluptuous strand,
+    Breathes the false incense of his fatal sigh.
+
+   And there the babe! there, on the mother's bosom,
+    Lulled in its sweet and golden rest it lay,
+   Fresh in life's morning as a rosy blossom,
+    It smiled, poor harmless one, my tears away.
+   Deathlike yet lovely, every feature speaking
+    In such dear calm and beauty to my sadness,
+   And cradled still the mother's heart, in breaking,
+    The softening love and the despairing madness.
+
+   "Woman, where is my father?" freezing through me,
+    Lisped the mute innocence with thunder-sound;
+   "Woman, where is thy husband?"--called unto me,
+    In every look, word, whisper, busying round!
+   Alas, for thee, there is no father's kiss;--
+    He fondleth other children on his knee.
+   How thou wilt curse our momentary bliss,
+    When bastard on thy name shall branded be!
+
+   Thy mother--oh, a hell her heart concealeth,
+    Lone-sitting, lone in social nature's all!
+   Thirsting for that glad fount thy love revealeth,
+    While still thy look the glad fount turns to gall.
+   In every infant cry my soul is hearkening,
+    The haunting happiness forever o'er,
+   And all the bitterness of death is darkening
+    The heavenly looks that smiled mine eyes before.
+
+   Hell, if my sight those looks a moment misses--
+    Hell, when my sight upon those looks is turned--
+   The avenging furies madden in thy kisses,
+    That slept in his what time my lips they burned.
+   Out from their graves his oaths spoke back in thunder!
+    The perjury stalked like murder in the sun--
+   Forever--God!--sense, reason, soul, sunk under--
+    The deed was done!
+
+   Francis, O Francis! league on league shall chase thee
+    The shadows hurrying grimly on thy flight--
+   Still with their icy arms they shall embrace thee,
+    And mutter thunder in thy dream's delight!
+
+   Down from the soft stars, in their tranquil glory,
+    Shall look thy dead child with a ghastly stare;
+   That shape shall haunt thee in its cerements gory,
+    And scourge thee back from heaven--its home is there!
+
+   Lifeless--how lifeless!--see, oh see, before me
+    It lies cold--stiff--O God!--and with that blood
+   I feel, as swoops the dizzy darkness o'er me
+    Mine own life mingled--ebbing in the flood--
+
+   Hark, at the door they knock--more loud within me--
+    More awful still--its sound the dread heart gave!
+   Gladly I welcome the cold arms that win me--
+    Fire, quench thy tortures in the icy grave!
+
+   Francis--a God that pardons dwells in heaven--
+    Francis, the sinner--yes--she pardons thee--
+   So let my wrongs unto the earth be given
+    Flame seize the wood!--it burns--it kindles--see!
+   There--there his letters cast--behold are ashes--
+    His vows--the conquering fire consumes them here
+   His kisses--see--see--all are only ashes--
+    All, all--the all that once on earth were dear!
+
+   Trust not the roses which your youth enjoyeth,
+    Sisters, to man's faith, changeful as the moon!
+   Beauty to me brought guilt--its bloom destroyeth
+    Lo, in the judgment court I curse the boon
+   Tears in the headsman's gaze--what tears?--'tis spoken!
+    Quick, bind mine eyes--all soon shall be forgot--
+   Doomsman--the lily hast thou never broken?
+    Pale Doomsman--tremble not!
+
+
+
+
+       THE GREATNESS OF THE WORLD.
+
+   Through the world which the Spirit creative and kind
+   First formed out of chaos, I fly like the wind,
+        Until on the strand
+        Of its billows I land,
+   My anchor cast forth where the breeze blows no more,
+   And Creation's last boundary stands on the shore.
+   I saw infant stars into being arise,
+   For thousands of years to roll on through the skies;
+        I saw them in play
+        Seek their goal far away,--
+   For a moment my fugitive gaze wandered on,--
+   I looked round me, and lo!--all those bright stars had flown!
+
+   Madly yearning to reach the dark kingdom of night.
+   I boldly steer on with the speed of the light;
+        All misty and drear
+        The dim heavens appear,
+   While embryo systems and seas at their source
+   Are whirling around the sun-wanderer's course.
+
+   When sudden a pilgrim I see drawing near
+   Along the lone path,--"Stay! What seekest thou here?"
+        "My bark, tempest-tossed,
+   I sail toward the land where the breeze blows no more,
+   And Creation's last boundary stands on the shore."
+
+   "Stay, thou sailest in vain! 'Tis INFINITY yonder!"--
+   "'Tis INFINITY, too, where thou, pilgrim, wouldst wander!
+        Eagle-thoughts that aspire,
+        Let your proud pinions tire!
+   For 'tis here that sweet phantasy, bold to the last,
+   Her anchor in hopeless dejection must cast!"
+
+
+
+
+      FORTUNE AND WISDOM.
+
+   Enraged against a quondam friend,
+    To Wisdom once proud Fortune said
+   "I'll give thee treasures without end,
+    If thou wilt be my friend instead."
+
+   "My choicest gifts to him I gave,
+    And ever blest him with my smile;
+   And yet he ceases not to crave,
+    And calls me niggard all the while."
+
+   "Come, sister, let us friendship vow!
+    So take the money, nothing loth;
+   Why always labor at the plough?
+    Here is enough I'm sure for both!"
+
+   Sage wisdom laughed,--the prudent elf!--
+    And wiped her brow, with moisture hot:
+   "There runs thy friend to hang himself,--
+    Be reconciled--I need thee not!"
+
+
+
+
+   ELEGY ON THE DEATH OF A YOUNG MAN. [5]
+
+   Mournful groans, as when a tempest lowers,
+    Echo from the dreary house of woe;
+   Death-notes rise from yonder minster's towers!
+    Bearing out a youth, they slowly go;
+   Yes! a youth--unripe yet for the bier,
+    Gathered in the spring-time of his days,
+   Thrilling yet with pulses strong and clear,
+    With the flame that in his bright eye plays--
+   Yes, a son--the idol of his mother,
+    (Oh, her mournful sigh shows that too well!)
+   Yes! my bosom-friend,--alas my brother!--
+    Up! each man the sad procession swell!
+
+   Do ye boast, ye pines, so gray and old,
+    Storms to brave, with thunderbolts to sport?
+   And, ye hills, that ye the heavens uphold?
+    And, ye heavens, that ye the suns support!
+   Boasts the graybeard, who on haughty deeds
+    As on billows, seeks perfection's height?
+   Boasts the hero, whom his prowess leads
+    Up to future glory's temple bright!
+   If the gnawing worms the floweret blast,
+    Who can madly think he'll ne'er decay?
+   Who above, below, can hope to last,
+    If the young man's life thus fleets away?
+
+   Joyously his days of youth so glad
+   Danced along, in rosy garb beclad,
+    And the world, the world was then so sweet!
+   And how kindly, how enchantingly
+   Smiled the future,--with what golden eye
+    Did life's paradise his moments greet!
+   While the tear his mother's eye escaped,
+   Under him the realm of shadows gaped
+    And the fates his thread began to sever,--
+   Earth and Heaven then vanished from his sight.
+   From the grave-thought shrank he in affright--
+    Sweet the world is to the dying ever!
+
+   Dumb and deaf 'tis in that narrow place,
+    Deep the slumbers of the buried one!
+   Brother! Ah, in ever-slackening race
+    All thy hopes their circuit cease to run!
+   Sunbeams oft thy native hill still lave,
+    But their glow thou never more canst feel;
+   O'er its flowers the zephyr's pinions wave,
+    O'er thine ear its murmur ne'er can steal;
+   Love will never tinge thine eye with gold,
+    Never wilt thou embrace thy blooming bride,
+   Not e'en though our tears in torrents rolled--
+    Death must now thine eye forever hide!
+
+   Yet 'tis well!--for precious is the rest,
+    In that narrow house the sleep is calm;
+   There, with rapture sorrow leaves the breast,--
+    Man's afflictions there no longer harm.
+   Slander now may wildly rave o'er thee,
+    And temptation vomit poison fell,
+   O'er the wrangle on the Pharisee,
+    Murderous bigots banish thee to hell!
+   Rogues beneath apostle-masks may leer,
+    And the bastard child of justice play,
+   As it were with dice, with mankind here,
+    And so on, until the judgment day!
+
+   O'er thee fortune still may juggle on,
+    For her minions blindly look around,--
+   Man now totter on his staggering throne,
+    And in dreary puddles now be found!
+   Blest art thou, within thy narrow cell!
+    To this stir of tragi-comedy,
+   To these fortune-waves that madly swell,
+    To this vain and childish lottery,
+   To this busy crowd effecting naught,
+    To this rest with labor teeming o'er,
+   Brother!--to this heaven with devils--fraught,
+    Now thine eyes have closed forevermore.
+
+   Fare thee well, oh, thou to memory dear,
+    By our blessings lulled to slumbers sweet!
+   Sleep on calmly in thy prison drear,--
+    Sleep on calmly till again we meet!
+   Till the loud Almighty trumpet sounds,
+    Echoing through these corpse-encumbered hills,
+   Till God's storm-wind, bursting through the bounds
+    Placed by death, with life those corpses fills--
+   Till, impregnate with Jehovah's blast,
+    Graves bring forth, and at His menace dread,
+   In the smoke of planets melting fast,
+    Once again the tombs give up their dead!
+
+   Not in worlds, as dreamed of by the wise,
+    Not in heavens, as sung in poet's song,
+   Not in e'en the people's paradise--
+    Yet we shall o'ertake thee, and ere long.
+   Is that true which cheered the pilgrim's gloom?
+    Is it true that thoughts can yonder be
+   True, that virtue guides us o'er the tomb?
+    That 'tis more than empty phantasy?
+   All these riddles are to thee unveiled!
+    Truth thy soul ecstatic now drinks up,
+   Truth in radiance thousandfold exhaled
+    From the mighty Father's blissful cup.
+
+   Dark and silent bearers draw, then, nigh!
+    To the slayer serve the feast the while!
+   Cease, ye mourners, cease your wailing cry!
+    Dust on dust upon the body pile!
+   Where's the man who God to tempt presumes?
+    Where the eye that through the gulf can see?
+   Holy, holy, holy art thou, God of tombs!
+    We, with awful trembling, worship Thee!
+   Dust may back to native dust be ground,
+    From its crumbling house the spirit fly,
+   And the storm its ashes strew around,--
+    But its love, its love shall never die!
+
+
+
+
+          THE BATTLE.
+
+        Heavy and solemn,
+        A cloudy column,
+     Through the green plain they marching came!
+   Measure less spread, like a table dread,
+   For the wild grim dice of the iron game.
+   The looks are bent on the shaking ground,
+   And the heart beats loud with a knelling sound;
+   Swift by the breasts that must bear the brunt,
+   Gallops the major along the front--
+               "Halt!"
+   And fettered they stand at the stark command,
+   And the warriors, silent, halt!
+
+   Proud in the blush of morning glowing,
+   What on the hill-top shines in flowing,
+   "See you the foeman's banners waving?"
+   "We see the foeman's banners waving!"
+   "God be with ye--children and wife!"
+   Hark to the music--the trump and the fife,
+   How they ring through the ranks which they rouse to the strife!
+   Thrilling they sound with their glorious tone,
+   Thrilling they go through the marrow and bone!
+   Brothers, God grant when this life is o'er,
+   In the life to come that we meet once more!
+
+   See the smoke how the lightning is cleaving asunder!
+   Hark the guns, peal on peal, how they boom in their thunder!
+   From host to host, with kindling sound,
+   The shouting signal circles round,
+   Ay, shout it forth to life or death--
+   Freer already breathes the breath!
+   The war is waging, slaughter raging,
+   And heavy through the reeking pall,
+   The iron death-dice fall!
+   Nearer they close--foes upon foes
+   "Ready!"--From square to square it goes,
+   Down on the knee they sank,
+   And fire comes sharp from the foremost rank.
+   Many a man to the earth it sent,
+   Many a gap by the balls is rent--
+   O'er the corpse before springs the hinder man,
+   That the line may not fail to the fearless van,
+   To the right, to the left, and around and around,
+   Death whirls in its dance on the bloody ground.
+   God's sunlight is quenched in the fiery fight,
+   Over the hosts falls a brooding night!
+   Brothers, God grant when this life is o'er
+   In the life to come that we meet once more!
+
+   The dead men lie bathed in the weltering blood
+   And the living are blent in the slippery flood,
+   And the feet, as they reeling and sliding go,
+   Stumble still on the corpses that sleep below.
+   "What, Francis!" "Give Charlotte my last farewell."
+   As the dying man murmurs, the thunders swell--
+   "I'll give--Oh God! are their guns so near?
+   Ho! comrades!--yon volley!--look sharp to the rear!--
+   I'll give thy Charlotte thy last farewell,
+   Sleep soft! where death thickest descendeth in rain,
+   The friend thou forsakest thy side shall regain!"
+   Hitherward--thitherward reels the fight,
+   Dark and more darkly day glooms into night--
+   Brothers, God grant when this life is o'er
+   In the life to come that we meet once more!
+
+   Hark to the hoofs that galloping go!
+    The adjutant flying,--
+   The horsemen press hard on the panting foe,
+    Their thunder booms in dying--
+             Victory!
+   The terror has seized on the dastards all,
+    And their colors fall!
+             Victory!
+   Closed is the brunt of the glorious fight
+   And the day, like a conqueror, bursts on the night,
+   Trumpet and fife swelling choral along,
+   The triumph already sweeps marching in song.
+   Farewell, fallen brothers, though this life be o'er,
+   There's another, in which we shall meet you once more!
+
+
+
+
+        ROUSSEAU.
+
+   Monument of our own age's shame,
+   On thy country casting endless blame,
+    Rousseau's grave, how dear thou art to me
+   Calm repose be to thy ashes blest!
+   In thy life thou vainly sought'st for rest,
+    But at length 'twas here obtained by thee!
+
+   When will ancient wounds be covered o'er?
+   Wise men died in heathen days of yore;
+    Now 'tis lighter--yet they die again.
+   Socrates was killed by sophists vile,
+   Rousseau meets his death through Christians' wile,--
+    Rousseau--who would fain make Christians men!
+
+
+
+
+   FRIENDSHIP.
+
+   [From "Letters of Julius to Raphael," an unpublished Novel.]
+
+   Friend!--the Great Ruler, easily content,
+    Needs not the laws it has laborious been
+   The task of small professors to invent;
+    A single wheel impels the whole machine
+   Matter and spirit;--yea, that simple law,
+   Pervading nature, which our Newton saw.
+
+   This taught the spheres, slaves to one golden rein,
+    Their radiant labyrinths to weave around
+   Creation's mighty hearts: this made the chain,
+    Which into interwoven systems bound
+   All spirits streaming to the spiritual sun
+   As brooks that ever into ocean run!
+
+   Did not the same strong mainspring urge and guide
+    Our hearts to meet in love's eternal bond?
+   Linked to thine arm, O Raphael, by thy side
+    Might I aspire to reach to souls beyond
+   Our earth, and bid the bright ambition go
+   To that perfection which the angels know!
+
+   Happy, O happy--I have found thee--I
+    Have out of millions found thee, and embraced;
+   Thou, out of millions, mine!--Let earth and sky
+    Return to darkness, and the antique waste--
+   To chaos shocked, let warring atoms be,
+   Still shall each heart unto the other flee!
+
+   Do I not find within thy radiant eyes
+    Fairer reflections of all joys most fair?
+   In thee I marvel at myself--the dyes
+    Of lovely earth seem lovelier painted there,
+   And in the bright looks of the friend is given
+   A heavenlier mirror even of the heaven!
+
+   Sadness casts off its load, and gayly goes
+    From the intolerant storm to rest awhile,
+   In love's true heart, sure haven of repose;
+    Does not pain's veriest transports learn to smile
+   From that bright eloquence affection gave
+   To friendly looks?--there, finds not pain a grave?
+
+   In all creation did I stand alone,
+    Still to the rocks my dreams a soul should find,
+   Mine arms should wreathe themselves around the stone,
+    My griefs should feel a listener in the wind;
+   My joy--its echo in the caves should be!
+   Fool, if ye will--Fool, for sweet sympathy!
+
+   We are dead groups of matter when we hate;
+    But when we love we are as gods!--Unto
+   The gentle fetters yearning, through each state
+    And shade of being multiform, and through
+   All countless spirits (save of all the sire)--
+   Moves, breathes, and blends, the one divine desire.
+
+   Lo! arm in arm, through every upward grade,
+    From the rude mongrel to the starry Greek,
+   Who the fine link between the mortal made,
+    And heaven's last seraph--everywhere we seek
+   Union and bond--till in one sea sublime
+   Of love be merged all measure and all time!
+
+   Friendless ruled God His solitary sky;
+    He felt the want, and therefore souls were made,
+   The blessed mirrors of his bliss!--His eye
+    No equal in His loftiest works surveyed;
+   And from the source whence souls are quickened, He
+   Called His companion forth--ETERNITY!
+
+
+
+
+          ELYSIUM.
+
+   Past the despairing wail--
+   And the bright banquets of the Elysian vale
+    Melt every care away!
+   Delight, that breathes and moves forever,
+   Glides through sweet fields like some sweet river!
+    Elysian life survey!
+   There, fresh with youth, o'er jocund meads,
+   His merry west-winds blithely leads
+    The ever-blooming May!
+   Through gold-woven dreams goes the dance of the hours,
+   In space without bounds swell the soul and its powers,
+    And truth, with no veil, gives her face to the day.
+   And joy to-day and joy to-morrow,
+    But wafts the airy soul aloft;
+   The very name is lost to sorrow,
+    And pain is rapture tuned more exquisitely soft.
+
+   Here the pilgrim reposes the world-weary limb,
+   And forgets in the shadow, cool-breathing and dim,
+    The load he shall bear never more;
+   Here the mower, his sickle at rest, by the streams,
+   Lulled with harp-strings, reviews, in the calm of his dreams,
+   The fields, when the harvest is o'er.
+   Here, he, whose ears drank in the battle roar,
+   Whose banners streamed upon the startled wind
+    A thunder-storm,--before whose thunder tread
+   The mountains trembled,--in soft sleep reclined,
+    By the sweet brook that o'er its pebbly bed
+   In silver plays, and murmurs to the shore,
+   Hears the stern clangor of wild spears no more!
+   Here the true spouse the lost-beloved regains,
+   And on the enamelled couch of summer-plains
+    Mingles sweet kisses with the zephyr's breath.
+   Here, crowned at last, love never knows decay,
+   Living through ages its one bridal day,
+    Safe from the stroke of death!
+
+
+
+
+          THE FUGITIVE.
+
+   The air is perfumed with the morning's fresh breeze,
+    From the bush peer the sunbeams all purple and bright,
+   While they gleam through the clefts of the dark-waving trees,
+    And the cloud-crested mountains are golden with light.
+
+   With joyful, melodious, ravishing, strain,
+    The lark, as he wakens, salutes the glad sun,
+   Who glows in the arms of Aurora again,
+    And blissfully smiling, his race 'gins to run.
+
+        All hail, light of day!
+        Thy sweet gushing ray
+   Pours down its soft warmth over pasture and field;
+        With hues silver-tinged
+        The meadows are fringed,
+   And numberless suns in the dewdrop revealed.
+
+        Young Nature invades
+        The whispering shades,
+     Displaying each ravishing charm;
+        The soft zephyr blows,
+        And kisses the rose,
+     The plain is sweet-scented with balm.
+
+   How high from yon city the smoke-clouds ascend!
+   Their neighing, and snorting, and bellowing blend
+        The horses and cattle;
+        The chariot-wheels rattle,
+   As down to the valley they take their mad way;
+     And even the forest where life seems to move,
+     The eagle, and falcon, and hawk soar above,
+   And flutter their pinions, in heaven's bright ray.
+
+        In search of repose
+        From my heart-rending woes,
+     Oh, where shall my sad spirit flee?
+        The earth's smiling face,
+        With its sweet youthful grace,
+     A tomb must, alas, be for me!
+
+   Arise, then, thou sunlight of morning, and fling
+    O'er plain and o'er forest thy purple-dyed beams!
+   Thou twilight of evening, all noiselessly sing
+    In melody soft to the world as it dreams!
+
+   Ah, sunlight of morning, to me thou but flingest
+    Thy purple-dyed beams o'er the grave of the past!
+   Ah, twilight of evening, thy strains thou but singest
+    To one whose deep slumbers forever must last!
+
+
+
+
+          TO MINNA.
+
+   Do I dream? can I trust to my eye?
+    My sight sure some vapor must cover?
+   Or, there, did my Minna pass by--
+    My Minna--and knew not her lover?
+   On the arm of the coxcomb she crossed,
+    Well the fan might its zephyr bestow;
+   Herself in her vanity lost,
+    That wanton my Minna?--Ah, no!
+
+   In the gifts of my love she was dressed,
+    My plumes o'er her summer hat quiver;
+   The ribbons that flaunt in her breast
+    Might bid her--remember the giver!
+   And still do they bloom on thy bosom,
+    The flowerets I gathered for thee!
+   Still as fresh is the leaf of each blossom,
+    'Tis the heart that has faded from me!
+
+   Go and take, then, the incense they tender;
+   Go, the one that adored thee forget!
+   Go, thy charms to the feigner surrender,
+   In my scorn is my comforter yet!
+   Go, for thee with what trust and belief
+   There beat not ignobly a heart
+   That has strength yet to strive with the grief
+   To have worshipped the trifler thou art!
+
+   Thy beauty thy heart hath betrayed--
+    Thy beauty--shame, Minna, to thee!
+   To-morrow its glory will fade,
+    And its roses all withered will be!
+   The swallows that swarm in the sun
+    Will fly when the north winds awaken,
+   The false ones thine autumn will shun,
+    For whom thou the true hast forsaken!
+
+   'Mid the wrecks of the charms in December,
+    I see thee alone in decay,
+   And each spring shall but bid thee remember
+    How brief for thyself was the May!
+   Then they who so wantonly flock
+    To the rapture thy kiss can impart,
+   Shall scoff at thy winter, and mock
+    Thy beauty as wrecked as thy heart!
+
+   Thy beauty thy heart hath betrayed--
+    Thy beauty--shame, Minna, to thee
+   To-morrow its glory will fade--
+    And its roses all withered will be!
+   O, what scorn for thy desolate years
+    Shall I feel!--God forbid it in me!
+   How bitter will then be the tears
+    Shed, Minna, O Minna, for thee!
+
+
+
+
+          THE FLOWERS.
+
+   Ye offspring of the morning sun,
+    Ye flowers that deck the smiling plain,
+   Your lives, in joy and bliss begun,
+    In Nature's love unchanged remain.
+   With hues of bright and godlike splendor
+   Sweet Flora graced your forms so tender,
+    And clothed ye in a garb of light;
+   Spring's lovely children weep forever,
+   For living souls she gave ye never,
+    And ye must dwell in endless night?
+
+   The nightingale and lark still sing
+    In your tranced ears the bliss of love;
+   The toying sylphs, on airy wing,
+    Around your fragrant bosoms rove,
+   Of yore, Dione's daughter [6] twining
+   In garlands sweet your cup-so shining,
+    A pillow formed where love might rest!
+   Spring's gentle children, mourn forever,
+   The joys of love she gave ye never,
+    Ne'er let ye know that feeling blest!
+
+   But when ye're gathered by my hand,
+    A token of my love to be,
+   Now that her mother's harsh command
+    From Nanny's [7] sight has banished me--
+   E'en from that passing touch ye borrow
+   Those heralds mute of pleasing sorrow,
+    Life, language, hearts and souls divine;
+   And to your silent leaves 'tis given,
+   By Him who mightiest is in heaven,
+    His glorious Godhead to enshrine.
+
+
+
+
+        THE TRIUMPH OF LOVE.
+
+           A HYMN.
+
+   By love are blest the gods on high,
+   Frail man becomes a deity
+    When love to him is given;
+   'Tis love that makes the heavens shine
+   With hues more radiant, more divine,
+    And turns dull earth to heaven!
+
+   In Pyrrha's rear (so poets sang
+    In ages past and gone),
+   The world from rocky fragments sprang--
+    Mankind from lifeless stone.
+
+   Their soul was but a thing of night,
+    Like stone and rock their heart;
+   The flaming torch of heaven so bright
+    Its glow could ne'er impart.
+
+   Young loves, all gently hovering round,
+   Their souls as yet had never bound
+    In soft and rosy chains;
+   No feeling muse had sought to raise
+   Their bosoms with ennobling lays,
+    Or sweet, harmonious strains.
+
+   Around each other lovingly
+    No garlands then entwined;
+   The sorrowing springs fled toward the sky,
+    And left the earth behind.
+
+   From out the sea Aurora rose
+    With none to hail her then;
+   The sun unhailed, at daylight's close,
+    In ocean sank again.
+
+   In forests wild, man went astray,
+   Misled by Luna's cloudy ray--
+    He bore an iron yoke;
+   He pined not for the stars on high,
+   With yearning for a deity
+    No tears in torrents broke.
+
+     .   .   .   .   .
+
+   But see! from out the deep-blue ocean
+   Fair Venus springs with gentle motion
+   The graceful Naiad's smiling band
+   Conveys her to the gladdened strand,
+
+   A May-like, youthful, magic power
+   Entwines, like morning's twilight hour,
+   Around that form of godlike birth,
+   The charms of air, sea, heaven, and earth.
+
+   The day's sweet eye begins to bloom
+   Across the forest's midnight gloom;
+    Narcissuses, their balm distilling,
+    The path her footstep treads are filling.
+
+   A song of love, sweet Philomel,
+    Soon carolled through the grove;
+   The streamlet, as it murmuring fell,
+    Discoursed of naught but love,
+
+   Pygmalion! Happy one! Behold!
+   Life's glow pervades thy marble cold!
+   Oh, LOVE, thou conqueror all-divine,
+   Embrace each happy child of thine!
+
+     .   .   .   .   .
+
+   By love are blest the gods on high,--
+   Frail man becomes a deity
+    When love to him is given;
+   'Tis love that makes the heavens shine
+   With hues more radiant, more divine,
+    And turns dull earth to heaven!
+
+     .   .   .   .   .
+
+   The gods their days forever spend
+   In banquets bright that have no end,
+   In one voluptuous morning-dream,
+   And quaff the nectar's golden stream.
+
+   Enthroned in awful majesty
+   Kronion wields the bolt on high:
+   In abject fear Olympus rocks
+   When wrathfully he shakes his locks.
+
+   To other gods he leaves his throne,
+   And fills, disguised as earth's frail son,
+    The grove with mournful numbers;
+   The thunders rest beneath his feet,
+   And lulled by Leda's kisses sweet,
+    The Giant-Slayer slumbers.
+
+   Through the boundless realms of light
+   Phoebus' golden reins, so bright,
+   Guide his horses white as snow,
+   While his darts lay nations low.
+   But when love and harmony
+   Fill his breast, how willingly
+   Ceases Phoebus then to heed
+   Rattling dart and snow-white steed!
+
+   See! Before Kronion's spouse
+   Every great immortal bows;
+   Proudly soar the peacock pair
+   As her chariot throne they bear,
+   While she decks with crown of might
+   Her ambrosial tresses bright,
+
+   Beauteous princess, ah! with fear
+    Quakes before thy splendor, love,
+   Seeking, as he ventures near,
+    With his power thy breast to move!
+   Soon from her immortal throne
+    Heaven's great queen must fain descend,
+   And in prayer for beauty's zone,
+    To the heart-enchainer bend!
+
+     .   .   .   .   .
+
+   By love are blest the gods on high,
+   Frail man becomes a deity
+    When love to him is given;
+   'Tis love that makes the heavens shine
+   With hues more radiant, more divine,
+    And turns dull earth to heaven!
+
+     .   .   .   .   .
+
+   'Tis love illumes the realms of night,
+   For Orcus dark obeys his might,
+   And bows before his magic spell
+   All-kindly looks the king of hell
+   At Ceres' daughter's smile so bright,--
+   Yes--love illumes the realms of night!
+
+   In hell were heard, with heavenly sound,
+   Holding in chains its warder bound,
+   Thy lays, O Thracian one!
+   A gentler doom dread Minos passed,
+   While down his cheeks the tears coursed fast
+   And e'en around Megaera's face
+   The serpents twined in fond embrace,
+   The lashes' work seemed done.
+
+   Driven by Orpheus' lyre away,
+   The vulture left his giant-prey [8];
+   With gentler motion rolled along
+    Dark Lethe and Cocytus' river,
+   Enraptured Thracian, by thy song,--
+    And love its burden was forever!
+
+   By love are blest the gods on high,
+   Frail man becomes a deity
+    When love to him is given;
+   'Tis love that makes the heavens shine
+   With hues more radiant, more divine,
+    And turns dull earth to heaven!
+
+     .   .   .   .   .
+
+   Wherever Nature's sway extends,
+   The fragrant balm of love descends,
+    His golden pinions quiver;
+   If 'twere not Venus' eye that gleams
+   Upon me in the moon's soft beams,
+    In sunlit hill or river,--
+   If 'twere not Venus smiles on me
+   From yonder bright and starry sea,
+
+   Not stars, not sun, not moonbeams sweet,
+   Could make my heart with rapture beat.
+   'Tis love alone that smilingly
+   Peers forth from Nature's blissful eye,
+    As from a mirror ever!
+
+   Love bids the silvery streamlet roll
+    More gently as it sighs along,
+   And breathes a living, feeling soul
+    In Philomel's sweet plaintive song;
+   'Tis love alone that fills the air
+   With streams from Nature's lute so fair.
+
+   Thou wisdom with the glance of fire,
+   Thou mighty goddess, now retire,
+    Love's power thou now must feel!
+   To victor proud, to monarch high,
+   Thou ne'er hast knelt in slavery,--
+    To love thou now must kneel!
+
+   Who taught thee boldly how to climb
+   The steep, but starry path sublime,
+    And reach the seats immortal?
+   Who rent the mystic veil in twain,
+   And showed thee the Elysian plain
+    Beyond death's gloomy portal?
+   If love had beckoned not from high,
+   Had we gained immortality?
+   If love had not inflamed each thought,
+   Had we the master spirit sought?
+   'Tis love that guides the soul along
+   To Nature's Father's heavenly throne
+
+   By love are blest the gods on high,
+   Frail man becomes a deity
+    When love to him is given;
+   'Tis love that makes the heavens shine
+   With hues more radiant, more divine,
+    And turns dull earth to heaven!
+
+
+
+
+        TO A MORALIST.
+
+   Are the sports of our youth so displeasing?
+    Is love but the folly you say?
+   Benumbed with the winter, and freezing,
+    You scold at the revels of May.
+
+   For you once a nymph had her charms,
+    And Oh! when the waltz you were wreathing,
+   All Olympus embraced in your arms--
+    All its nectar in Julia's breathing.
+
+   If Jove at that moment had hurled
+    The earth in some other rotation,
+   Along with your Julia whirled,
+    You had felt not the shock of creation.
+
+   Learn this--that philosophy beats
+    Sure time with the pulse,--quick or slow
+   As the blood from the heyday retreats,--
+    But it cannot make gods of us--No!
+
+   It is well icy reason should thaw
+    In the warm blood of mirth now and then,
+   The gods for themselves have a law
+    Which they never intended for men.
+
+   The spirit is bound by the ties
+    Of its gaoler, the flesh;--if I can
+   Not reach as an angel the skies,
+    Let me feel on the earth as a man!
+
+
+
+
+   COUNT EBERHARD, THE GROANER OF WURTEMBERG.
+
+        A WAR SONG.
+
+   Now hearken, ye who take delight
+    In boasting of your worth!
+   To many a man, to many a knight,
+   Beloved in peace and brave in fight,
+    The Swabian land gives birth.
+
+   Of Charles and Edward, Louis, Guy,
+    And Frederick, ye may boast;
+   Charles, Edward, Louis, Frederick, Guy--
+   None with Sir Eberhard can vie--
+    Himself a mighty host!
+
+   And then young Ulerick, his son,
+    Ha! how he loved the fray!
+   Young Ulerick, the Count's bold son,
+   When once the battle had begun,
+    No foot's-breadth e'er gave way.
+
+   The Reutlingers, with gnashing teeth,
+    Saw our bright ranks revealed
+   And, panting for the victor's wreath,
+   They drew the sword from out the sheath,
+    And sought the battle-field.
+
+   He charged the foe,--but fruitlessly,--
+    Then, mail-clad, homeward sped;
+   Stern anger filled his father's eye,
+   And made the youthful warrior fly,
+    And tears of anguish shed.
+
+   Now, rascals, quake!--This grieved him sore,
+    And rankled in his brain;
+   And by his father's beard he swore,
+   With many a craven townsman's gore
+    To wash out this foul stain.
+
+   Ere long the feud raged fierce and loud,--
+    Then hastened steed and man
+   To Doeffingen in thronging crowd,
+   While joy inspired the youngster proud,--
+    And soon the strife began.
+
+   Our army's signal-word that day
+    Was the disastrous fight;
+   It spurred us on like lightning's ray,
+   And plunged us deep in bloody fray,
+    And in the spears' black night.
+
+   The youthful Count his ponderous mace
+    With lion's rage swung round;
+   Destruction stalked before his face,
+   While groans and howlings filled the place
+    And hundreds bit the ground.
+
+   Woe! Woe! A heavy sabre-stroke
+    Upon his neck descended;
+   The sight each warrior's pity woke--
+   In vain! In vain! No word he spoke--
+    His course on earth was ended.
+
+   Loud wept both friend and foeman then,
+    Checked was the victor's glow;
+   The count cheered thus his knights again--
+   "My son is like all other men,--
+    March, children, 'gainst the foe!"
+
+   With greater fury whizzed each lance,
+    Revenge inflamed the blood;
+   O'er corpses moved the fearful dance
+   The townsmen fled in random chance
+    O'er mountain, vale, and flood.
+
+   Then back to camp, with trumpet's bray,
+    We hied in joyful haste;
+   And wife and child, with roundelay,
+   With clanging cup and waltzes gay,
+    Our glorious triumph graced.
+
+   And our old Count,--what now does he?
+    His son lies dead before him;
+   Within his tent all woefully
+   He sits alone in agony,
+    And drops one hot tear o'er him.
+
+   And so, with true affection warm,
+    The Count our lord we love;
+   Himself a mighty hero-swarm--
+   The thunders rest within his arm--
+    He shines like star above!
+
+   Farewell, then, ye who take delight
+    In boasting of your worth!
+   To many a man, to many a knight,
+   Beloved in peace, and brave in fight,
+    The Swabian land gives birth!
+
+
+
+
+     TO THE SPRING.
+
+   Welcome, gentle Stripling,
+    Nature's darling thou!
+   With thy basket full of blossoms,
+    A happy welcome now!
+   Aha!--and thou returnest,
+    Heartily we greet thee--
+   The loving and the fair one,
+    Merrily we meet thee!
+   Think'st thou of my maiden
+    In thy heart of glee?
+
+   I love her yet, the maiden--
+    And the maiden yet loves me!
+   For the maiden, many a blossom
+    I begged--and not in vain!
+   I came again a-begging,
+    And thou--thou givest again:
+   Welcome, gentle Stripling,
+    Nature's darling thou--
+   With thy basket full of blossoms,
+    A happy welcome now!
+
+
+
+
+          SEMELE:
+
+         IN TWO SCENES.
+
+       Dramatis Personae.
+
+     JUNO.
+     SEMELE, Princess of Thebes.
+     JUPITER.
+     MERCURY.
+
+   SCENE--The Palace of Cadmus at Thebes.
+
+
+
+          SCENE I.
+
+   JUNO. (Descending from her chariot, enveloped in a cloud.)
+   Away, ye peacocks, with my winged car!
+   Upon Cithaeron's cloud-capped summit wait!
+         [The chariot and cloud vanish.
+   Hail, hail, thou house of my undying anger!
+   A fearful hail to thee, thou hostile roof,
+   Ye hated walls!--This, this, then, is the place
+   Where Jupiter pollutes his marriage-bed
+   Even before the face of modest day!
+   'Tis here, then, that a woman, a frail mortal,
+   A dust-created being, dares to lure
+   The mighty Thunderer from out mine arms,
+   And hold him prisoner against her lips!
+
+   Juno! Juno! thought of madness!
+   Thou all lonely and in sadness,
+    Standest now on heaven's bright throne!
+   Though the votive smoke ascendeth,
+   Though each knee in homage bendeth,
+    What are they when love has flown?
+
+   To humble, alas, each too-haughty emotion
+   That swelled my proud breast, from the foam of the ocean
+    Fair Venus arose, to enchant gods and men!
+   And the Fates my still deeper abasement decreeing,
+   Her offspring Hermione brought into being,
+    And the bliss once mine own can ne'er glad me again!
+
+   Amongst the gods do I not reign the queen?
+   Am I not sister of the Thunderer?
+   Am I not wife of Zeus, the lord of all?
+   Groans not the mighty axis of the heavens
+   At my command? Gleams not Olympus' crown
+   Upon my head? Ha! now I feel myself!
+   In my immortal veins is Kronos' blood,
+   Right royally now swells my godlike heart.
+   Revenge! revenge!
+   Shall she unpunished ridicule my might?
+   Unpunished, discord roll amongst the gods,
+   Inviting Eris to invade the courts,
+   The joyous courts of heaven? Vain, thoughtless one!
+   Perish, and learn upon the Stygian stream
+   The difference 'twixt divine and earthly dust!
+   The giant-armor, may it weigh thee down--
+   Thy passion for a god to atoms crush thee!
+   Armed with revenge, as with a coat of mail,
+   I have descended from Olympus' heights,
+   Devising sweet, ensnaring, flattering words;
+   But in those words, death and destruction lurk.
+   Hark! 'tis her footstep! she approaches now--
+   Approaches ruin and a certain death!
+   Veil thyself, goddess, in a mortal form!   [Exit.
+
+   SEMELE. (Calling behind the scenes.)
+   The sun is fast declining! Maidens, haste,
+   Scatter ambrosial fragrance through the hall,
+   Strew roses and narcissus flowers around,
+   Forgetting not the gold-embroidered pillow.
+   He comes not yet--the sun is fast declining--
+
+   JUNO. (hastily entering in the form of an old woman.)
+   Praised be the deities, my dearest daughter!
+
+   SEMELE.
+   Ha! Do I dream? Am I awake? Gods! Beroe!
+
+   JUNO.
+   Is't possible that Semele can e'er
+   Forget her nurse?
+
+   SEMELE.      'Tis Beroe! By Zeus!
+   Oh, let thy daughter clasp thee to her heart!
+   Thou livest still? What can have brought thee here
+   From Epidaurus? Tell me all thy tale!
+   Thou art my mother as of old?
+
+   JUNO.             Thy mother!
+   Time was thou call'dst me so.
+
+   SEMELE.            Thou art so still,
+   And wilt remain so, till I drink full deep
+   Of Lethe's maddening draught.
+   JUNO.             Soon Beroe
+   Will drink oblivion from the waves of Lethe;
+   But Cadmus' daughter ne'er will taste that draught.
+
+   SEMELE.
+   How, my good nurse? Thy language ne'er was wont
+   To be mysterious or of hidden meaning;
+   The spirit of gray hairs 'tis speaks in thee;
+   Thou sayest I ne'er shall taste of Lethe's draught?
+
+   JUNO.
+   I said so, yes! But wherefore ridicule
+   Gray hairs? 'Tis true that they, unlike fair tresses,
+   Have ne'er been able to ensnare a god!
+
+   SEMELE.
+   Pardon poor thoughtless me! What cause have I
+   To ridicule gray hairs? Can I suppose
+   That mine forever fair will grace my neck?
+   But what was that I heard thee muttering
+   Between thy teeth? A god?
+
+   JUNO.           Said I a god?
+   The deities in truth dwell everywhere!
+   'Tis good for earth's frail children to implore them.
+   The gods are found where thou art--Semele!
+   What wouldst thou ask?
+
+   SEMELE.         Malicious heart! But say
+   What brings thee to this spot from Epidaurus?
+   'Tis not because the gods delight to dwell
+   near Semele?
+
+   JUNO.     By Jupiter, naught else!--
+   What fire was that which mounted to thy cheeks
+   When I pronounced the name of Jupiter?
+   Naught else, my daughter! Fearfully the plague
+   At Epidaurus rages; every blast
+   Is deadly poison, every breath destroys;
+   The son his mother burns, his bride the bridegroom;
+   The funeral piles rear up their flaming heads,
+   Converting even midnight to bright day,
+   While howls of anguish ceaseless rend the air;
+   Full to overflowing is the cup of woe!--
+   In anger, Zeus looks down on our poor nation;
+   In vain the victim's blood is shed, in vain
+   Before the altar bows the priest his knee;
+   Deaf is his ear to all our supplications--
+   Therefore my sorrow-stricken country now
+   Has sent me here to Cadmus' regal daughter,
+   In hopes that I may move her to avert
+   His anger from us--"Beroe, the nurse,
+   Has influence," thus they said, "with Semele,
+   And Semele with Zeus"--I know no more,
+   And understand still less what means the saying,
+   That Semele such influence has with Zeus.
+
+   SEMELE. (Eagerly and thoughtlessly.)
+   The plague shall cease to-morrow! Tell them so
+   Zeus loves me! Say so! It shall cease to-day!
+
+   JUNO. (Starting up in astonishment.)
+   Ha! Is it true what fame with thousand tongues
+   Has spread abroad from Ida to Mount Haemus?
+   Zeus loves thee? Zeus salutes thee in the glory
+   Wherein the denizens of heaven regard him,
+   When in Saturnia's arms he sinks to rest?
+   Let, O ye gods, my gray hairs now descend
+   To Orcus' shades, for I have lived enough!
+   In godlike splendor Kronos' mighty son
+   Comes down to her,--to her, who on this breast
+   Once suckled--yes! to her--
+
+   SEMELE.           Oh, Beroe!
+   In youthful form he came, in lovelier guise
+   Than they who from Aurora's lap arise;
+   Fairer than Hesper, breathing incense dim,--
+   In floods of ether steeped appeared each limb;
+   He moved with graceful and majestic motion,
+   Like silvery billows heaving o'er the ocean,
+   Or as Hyperion, whose bright shoulders ever
+   His bow and arrow bear, and clanging quiver;
+   His robe of light behind him gracefully
+   Danced in the breeze, his voice breathed melody,
+   Like crystal streams with silvery murmur falling,
+   More ravishing than Orpheus' strains enthralling.
+
+   JUNO.
+   My daughter! Inspiration spurs thee on,
+   Raising thy heart to flights of Helicon!
+   If thus in strains of Delphic ecstasy
+   Ascends the short-lived blissful memory
+   Of his bright charms,--Oh, how divine must be
+   His own sweet voice,--his look how heavenly!
+   But why of that great attribute
+   Kronion joys in most, be mute,--
+   The majesty that hurls the thunder,
+   And tears the fleeting clouds asunder?
+   Wilt thou say naught of that alone?
+   Prometheus and Deucalion
+   May lend the fairest charms of love,
+   But none can wield the bolt save Jove!
+   The thunderbolt it is alone
+   Which he before thy feet laid down
+   That proves thy right to beauty's crown.
+
+   SEMELE.
+   What sayest thou? What are thunder-bolts to me?
+
+   JUNO. (Smiling.)
+   Ah, Semele! A jest becomes thee well!
+
+   SEMELE.
+   Deucalion has no offspring so divine
+   As is my Zeus--of thunder naught I know.
+
+   JUNO.
+   Mere envy! Fie!
+
+   SEMELE.     No, Beroe! By Zeus!
+
+   JUNO.
+   Thou swearest?
+
+   SEMELE.     By Zeus! by mine own Zeus!
+
+   JUNO. (Shrieking.)             Thou swearest?
+   Unhappy one!
+
+   SEMELE. (In alarm.) What meanest thou, Beroe?
+
+   JUNO.
+   Repeat the word that dooms thee to become
+   the wretchedest of all on earth's wide face!--
+   Alas, lost creature! 'Twas not Zeus!
+
+   SEMELE.                Not Zeus?
+   Oh, fearful thought!
+
+   JUNO.         A cunning traitor 'twas
+   From Attica, who 'neath a godlike form,
+   Robbed thee of honor, shame, and innocence!--
+           [SEMELE sinks to the ground.
+   Well mayest thou fall! Ne'er mayest thou rise again!
+   May endless night enshroud thine eyes in darkness,
+   May endless silence round thine ears encamp!
+   Remain forever here a lifeless mass!
+   Oh, infamy! Enough to hurl chaste day
+   Back into Hecate's gloomy arms once more!
+   Ye gods! And is it thus that Beroe
+   Finds Cadmus' daughter, after sixteen years
+   Of bitter separation! Full of joy
+   I came from Epidaurus; but with shame
+   To Epidaurus must retrace my steps.--
+   Despair I take with me. Alas, my people!
+   E'en to the second Deluge now the plague
+   May rage at will, may pile mount Oeta high
+   With corpses upon corpses, and may turn
+   All Greece into one mighty charnel-house,
+   Ere Semele can bend the angry gods.
+   I, thou, and Greece, and all, have been betrayed!
+
+   SEMELE. (Trembling as she rises, and extending an arm towards her.)
+   Oh, Beroe!
+
+   JUNO.    Take courage, my dear heart!
+   Perchance 'tis Zeus! although it scarce can be!
+   Perchance 'tis really Zeus! This we must learn!
+   He must disclose himself to thee, or thou
+   Must fly his sight forever, and devote
+   The monster to the death-revenge of Thebes.
+   Look up, dear daughter--look upon the face
+   Of thine own Beroe, who looks on thee
+   With sympathizing eyes--my Semele,
+   Were it not well to try him?
+
+   SEMELE.            No, by heaven!
+   I should not find him then--
+
+   JUNO.             What! Wilt thou be
+   Perchance less wretched, if thou pinest on
+   In mournful doubt?--and if 'tis really he,--
+
+   SEMELE. (Hiding her face in Juno's lap.)
+   Ah! 'tis not he!
+
+   JUNO.       And if he came to thee
+   Arrayed in all the majesty wherein
+   Olympus sees him? Semele! What then?
+   Wouldst thou repent thee then of having tried him?
+
+   SEMELE. (Springing up.)
+   Ha! be it so! He must unveil himself!
+
+   JUNO. (Hastily.)
+   Thou must not let him sink into thine arms.
+   Till he unveils himself--so hearken, child,
+   To what thy faithful nurse now counsels thee,--
+   To what affection whispers in mine ear,
+   And will accomplish!--Say! will he soon come?
+
+   SEMELE.
+   Before Hyperion sinks in Thetis' bed,
+   He promised to appear.
+
+   JUNO. (Forgetting herself hastily.) Is't so, indeed?
+   He promised? Ha! To-day? (Recovering herself.) Let him approach,
+   And when he would attempt, inflamed with love,
+   To clasp his arms around thee, then do thou,--
+   Observe me well,--as if by lightning struck,
+   Start back in haste. Ha! picture his surprise!
+   Leave him not long in wonderment, my child;
+   Continue to repulse him with a look
+   As cold as ice--more wildly, with more ardor
+   He'll press thee then--the coyness of the fair
+   Is but a dam, that for awhile keeps back
+   The torrent, only to increase the flood
+   With greater fury. Then begin to weep
+   'Gainst giants he might stand,--look calmly on
+   When Typheus, hundred-armed, in fury hurled
+   Mount Ossa and Olympus 'gainst his throne:
+   But Zeus is soon subdued by beauty's tears.
+   Thou smilest?--Be it so! Is, then, the scholar
+   Wiser, perchance, than she who teaches her?--
+   Then thou must pray the god one little, little
+   Most innocent request to grant to thee--
+   One that may seal his love and godhead too.
+   He'll swear by Styx. The Styx he must obey!
+   That oath he dares not break! Then speak these words:
+   "Thou shalt not touch this body, till thou comest
+   To Cadmus' daughter clothed in all the might
+   Wherein thou art embraced by Kronos' daughter!"
+   Be not thou terrified, my Semele,
+   If he, in order to escape thy wish,
+   As bugbears paints the horrors of his presence--
+   Describes the flames that round about him roar,
+   The thunder round him rolling when he comes:
+   These, Semele, are naught but empty fears--
+   The gods dislike to show to us frail mortals
+   These the most glorious of their attributes;
+   Be thou but obstinate in thy request,
+   And Juno's self will gaze on thee with envy.
+
+   SEMELE.
+   The frightful ox-eyed one! How often he
+   Complains, in the blest moments of our love,
+   Of her tormenting him with her black gall--
+
+   JUNO. (Aside, furiously, but with embarrassment.)
+   Ha! creature! Thou shalt die for this contempt!
+
+   SEMELE.
+   My Beroe! What art thou murmuring there?
+
+   JUNO. (In confusion.)
+   Nothing, my Semele! Black gall torments
+   Me also--Yes! a sharp, reproachful look
+   With lovers often passes as black gall--
+   Yet ox-eyes, after all, are not so ugly.
+
+   SEMELE.
+   Oh, Beroe, for shame! they're quite the worst
+   That any head can possibly contain!
+   And then her cheeks of green and yellow hues,
+   The obvious penalty of poisonous envy--
+   Zeus oft complains to me that that same shrew
+   Each night torments him with her nauseous love,
+   And with her jealous whims,--enough, I'm sure,
+   Into Ixion's wheel to turn all heaven.
+
+   JUNO. (Raving up and down in extreme confusion.)
+   No more of this!
+
+   SEMELE.      What, Beroe! So angry?
+   Have I said more than what is true? Said more
+   Than what is wise?
+
+   JUNO.        Thou hast said more, young woman,
+   Than what is true--said more than what is wise!
+   Deem thyself truly blest, if thy blue eyes
+   Smile thee not into Charon's bark too soon!
+   Saturnia has her altars and her temples,
+   And wanders amongst mortals--that great goddess
+   Avenges naught so bitterly as scorn
+
+   SEMELE.
+   Here let her wander, and give birth to scorn!
+   What is't to me?--My Jupiter protects
+   My every hair,--what harm can Juno do?
+   But now, enough of this, my Beroe!
+   Zeus must appear to-day in all his glory;
+   And if Saturnia should on that account
+   Find out the path to Orcus--
+
+   JUNO. (Aside.)        That same path
+   Another probably will find before her,
+   If but Kronion's lightning hits the mark!--
+                      (To Semele.)
+   Yes, Semele, she well may burst with envy
+   When Cadmus' daughter, in the sight of Greece,
+   Ascends in triumph to Olympus' heights!--
+
+   SEMELE. (Smiling gently.)
+   Thinkest thou they'll hear in Greece of Cadmus' daughter?
+
+   JUNO. From Sidon to Athens the trumpet of fame
+   Shall ring with no other but Semele's name!
+   The gods from the heavens shall even descend,
+   And before thee their knees in deep homage shall bend,
+   While mortals in silent submission abide
+   The will of the giant-destroyer's loved bride;
+   And when distant years shall see
+   Thy last hour--
+
+   SEMELE. (Springing up, and falling on her neck.)
+           Oh, Beroe!
+
+   JUNO. Then a tablet white shall bear
+      This inscription graven there:
+      Here is worshipped Semele!
+      Who on earth so fair as she?
+      She who from Olympus' throne
+      Lured the thunder-hurler down!
+      She who, with her kisses sweet,
+      Laid him prostrate at her feet!
+   And when fame on her thousand wings bears it around,
+   The echo from valley and hill shall resound.
+
+   SEMELE. (Beside herself.)
+     Pythia! Apollo! Hear!
+     When, oh when will he appear?
+
+   JUNO. And on smoking altars they
+      Rites divine to thee shall pay--
+
+   SEMELE. (Inspired.)
+      I will harken to their prayer,
+      And will drive away their care,--
+   Quench with my tears the lightning of great Jove,
+   His breast to pity with entreaty move!
+
+   JUNO. (Aside.)
+   Poor thing! that wilt thou ne'er have power to do. (Meditating.)
+   Ere long will melt . . . yet--yet--she called me ugly!--
+   No pity only when in Tartarus!
+                         (To Semele.)
+   Fly now, my love! Make haste to leave this spot,
+   That Zeus may not observe thee--Let him wait
+   Long for thy coming, that he with more fire
+   May languish for thee--
+
+   SEMELE.         Beroe! The heavens
+   Have chosen thee their mouthpiece! Happy I!
+   The gods from Olympus shall even descend,
+   And before me their knees in deep homage shall bend,
+   While mortals in silent submission abide--
+   But hold!--'tis time for me to haste away!
+                     [Exit hurriedly.
+
+   JUNO. (Looking after her with exultation.)
+   Weak, proud, and easily-deluded woman!
+   His tender looks shall be consuming fire--
+   His kiss, annihilation--his embrace,
+   A raging tempest to thee! Human frames
+   Are powerless to endure the dreaded presence
+   Of him who wields the thunderbolt on high!
+                  (With raving ecstasy.)
+   Ha! when her waxen mortal body melts
+   Within the arms of him, the fire-distilling,
+   As melts the fleecy snow before the heat
+   Of the bright sun--and when the perjured one
+   In place of his soft tender bride, embraces
+   A form of terror--with what ecstasy
+   Shall I gaze downwards from Cithaeron's height,
+   Exclaiming, so that in his hand the bolt
+   Shall quake: "For shame, Saturnius! Fie, for shame!
+   What need is there for thee to clasp so roughly?"
+                       [Exit hastily.
+             (A Symphony.)
+
+
+
+          SCENE II.
+
+      The Hall as before.--Sudden brightness.
+   ZEUS in the shape of a youth.--MERCURY in the distance.
+
+   ZEUS.
+   Thou son of Maia!
+
+   MERCURY. (Kneeling, with his head bowed reverentially.)
+            Zeus!
+
+   ZEUS.           Up! Hasten! Turn
+   Thy pinions' flight toward far Scamander's bank!
+   A shepherd there is weeping o'er the grave
+   Of his loved shepherdess. No one shall weep
+   When Zeus is loving: Call the dead to life!
+
+   MERCURY. (Rising.)
+   Let but thy head a nod almighty give,
+   And in an instant I am there,--am back
+   In the same instant--
+
+   ZEUS.         Stay! As I o'er Argos
+   Was flying, from my temples curling rose
+   The sacrificial smoke: it gave me joy
+   That thus the people worship me--so fly
+   To Ceres, to my sister,--thus speaks Zeus:
+   "Ten-thousandfold for fifty years to come
+   Let her reward the Argive husbandmen!"--
+
+   MERCURY.
+   With trembling haste I execute thy wrath,--
+   With joyous speed thy messages of grace,
+   Father of all! For to the deities
+   'Tis bliss to make man happy; to destroy him
+   Is anguish to the gods. Thy will be done!
+   Where shall I pour into thine ears their thanks,--
+   Below in dust, or at thy throne on high?
+
+   ZEUS.
+   Here at my throne on earth--within the palace,
+   Of Semele! Away!        [Exit Mercury.
+            Does she not come,
+   As is her wont, Olympus' mighty king
+   To clasp against her rapture-swelling breast?
+   Why hastens not my Semele to meet me?
+   A vacant, deathlike, fearful silence reigns
+   On every side around the lonely palace,
+   So wont to ring with wild bacchantic shouts--
+   No breath is stirring--on Cithaeron's height
+   Exulting Juno stands. Will Semele
+   Never again make haste to meet her Zeus?
+         (A pause, after which he continues.)
+   Ha! Can yon impious one perchance have dared
+   To set her foot in my love's sanctuary?--
+   Saturnia--Mount Cithaeron--her rejoicings
+   Fearful foreboding!--Semele--yet peace!--
+   Take courage!--I'm thy Zeus! the scattered heavens
+   Shall learn, my Semele, that I'm thy Zeus!
+   Where is the breath of air that dares presume
+   Roughly to blow on her whom Zeus calls His?
+   I scoff at all her malice.--Where art thou,
+   O Semele? I long have pined to rest
+   My world-tormented head upon thy breast,--
+   To lull my wearied senses to repose
+   From the wild storm of earthly joys and woes,--
+   To dream away the emblems of my might,
+   My reins, my tiller, and my chariot bright,
+   And live for naught beyond the joys of love!
+   Oh heavenly inspiration, that can move
+   Even the Gods divine! What is the blood
+   Of mighty Uranus--what all the flood
+   Of nectar and ambrosia--what the throne
+   Of high Olympus--what the power I own,
+   The golden sceptre of the starry skies--
+   What the omnipotence that never dies,
+   What might eternal, immortality--
+   What e'en a god, oh love, if reft of thee?
+   The shepherd who, beside the murmuring brooks,
+   Leans on his true love's breast, nor cares to look
+   After his straying lambs, in that sweet hour
+   Envies me not my thunderbolt of power!
+   She comes--she hastens nigh! Pearl of my works,
+   Woman! the artist who created thee
+   Should be adored. 'Twas I--myself I worship
+   Zeus worships Zeus, for Zeus created thee.
+   Ha! Who will now, in all the being-realm,
+   Condemn me? How unseen, yes, how despised
+   Dwindle away my worlds, my constellations
+   So ray-diffusing, all my dancing systems,
+   What wise men call the music of my spheres!--
+   How dead are all when weighed against a soul!
+        (Semele approaches, without looking up.)
+   My pride! my throne on earth! Oh Semele!
+        (He rushes towards her; she seeks to fly.)
+   Thou flyest?--art mute?--Ha! Semele! thou flyest?
+
+   SEMELE. (Repulsing him.)
+   Away!
+
+   ZEUS. (After a pause of astonishment.)
+      Is Jupiter asleep? Will Nature
+   Rush to her fall?--Can Semele speak thus?
+   What, not an answer? Eagerly mine arms
+   Toward thee are stretched--my bosom never throbbed
+   Responsive to Agenor's daughter,--never
+   Throbbed against Leda's breast,--my lips ne'er burned
+   For the sweet kiss of prisoned Danae,
+   As now--
+
+   SEMELE.  Peace, traitor! Peace!
+
+   ZEUS. (With displeasure, but tenderly.) My Semele!
+
+   SEMELE.
+   Out of my sight!
+
+   ZEUS. (Looking at her with majesty.)
+            Know, I am Zeus!
+
+   SEMELE.               Thou Zeus?
+   Tremble, Salmoneus, for he fearfully
+   Will soon demand again the stolen charms
+   That thou hast robbed him of--thou art not Zeus!
+
+   ZEUS. (With dignity.)
+   The mighty universe around me whirls,
+   And calls me so--
+
+   SEMELE.     Ha! Fearful blasphemy!
+
+   ZEUS. (More gently.)
+   How, my divine one? Wherefore such a tone?
+   What reptile dares to steal thine heart from me?
+
+   SEMELE.
+   My heart was vowed to him whose ape thou art!
+   Men ofttimes come beneath a godlike form
+   To snare a woman. Hence! thou art not Zeus!
+
+   ZEUS.
+   Thou doubtest? What! Can Semele still doubt
+   My godhead?
+
+   SEMELE. (Mournfully.)
+         Would that thou wert Zeus! No son
+   Of morrow-nothingness shall touch this mouth;
+   This heart is vowed to Zeus! Would thou wert he!
+
+   ZEUS. Thou weepest? Zeus is here,--weeps Semele?
+               (Falling down before her.)
+   Speak! But command! and then shall slavish nature
+   Lie trembling at the feet of Cadmus' daughter!
+   Command! and streams shall instantly make halt--
+   And Helicon, and Caucasus, and Cynthus,
+   And Athos, Mycale, and Rhodope, and Pindus,
+   Shall burst their bonds when I order it so,
+   And kiss the valleys and plains below,
+   And dance in the breeze like flakes of snow.
+   Command! and the winds from the east and the north,
+   And the fierce tornado shall sally forth,
+   While Poseidon's trident their power shall own,
+   When they shake to its base his watery throne;
+   The billows in angry fury shall rise,
+   And every sea-mark and dam despise;
+   The lightning shall gleam through the firmament black
+   While the poles of earth and of heaven shall crack,
+   The ocean the heights of Olympus explore,
+   From thousandfold jaws with wild deafening roar
+   The thunder shall howl, while with mad jubilee
+   The hurricane fierce sings in triumph to thee.
+   Command--
+
+   SEMELE,  I'm but a woman, a frail woman
+   How can the potter bend before his pot?
+   How can the artist kneel before his statue?
+
+   ZEUS.
+   Pygmalion bowed before his masterpiece--
+   And Zeus now worships his own Semele!
+
+   SEMELE. (Weeping bitterly.)
+   Arise--arise! Alas for us poor maidens!
+   Zeus has my heart, gods only can I love,
+   The gods deride me, Zeus despises me!
+
+   ZEUS. Zeus who is now before thy feet--
+
+   SEMELE.                Arise!
+   Zeus reigns on high, above the thunderbolts,
+   And, clasped in Juno's arms, a reptile scorns.
+
+   ZEUS. (Hastily.)
+   Ha! Semele and Juno!--which the reptile!
+
+   SEMELE.
+   How blessed beyond all utterance would be
+   Cadmus' daughter--wert thou Zeus! Alas!
+   Thou art not Zeus!
+
+   ZEUS. (Arises.)  I am!
+   (He extends his hand, and a rainbow fills the hall; music
+   accompanies its appearance.)
+                Knowest thou me now?
+
+   SEMELE.
+   Strong is that mortal's arm whom gods protect,--
+   Saturnius loves thee--none can I e'er love
+   But deities--
+
+   ZEUS.     What! art thou doubting still
+   Whether my might is lent me by the gods
+   And not god-born? The gods, my Semele,
+   In charity oft lend their strength to man;
+   Ne'er do the deities their terrors lend--
+   Death and destruction is the godhead's seal--
+   Bearer of death to thee were Zeus unveiled!
+   (He extends his hand. Thunder, fire, smoke, and earthquake.
+   Music accompanies the spell here and subsequently.)
+
+   SEMELE.
+   Withdraw, withdraw thy hand!--Oh, mercy, mercy,
+   For the poor nation! Yes, thou art the child
+   Of great Saturnius--
+
+   ZEUS.         Ha! thou thoughtless one!
+   Shall Zeus, to please a woman's stubbornness,
+   Bid planets whirl, and bid the suns stand still?
+   Zeus will do so!--oft has a god's descendant
+   Ripped up the fire-impregnate womb of rocks,
+   And yet his might's confined to Tellus' bounds
+   Zeus only can do this!
+   (He extends his hand--the sun vanishes, and it becomes
+   suddenly night.)
+
+   SEMELE. (Falling down before him.)
+              Almighty one!
+   Couldst thou but love!         [Day reappears.
+
+   ZEUS.          Ha! Cadmus' daughter asks
+   Kronion if Kronion e'er can love!
+   One word and he throws off divinity--
+   Is flesh and blood, and dies, and is beloved!
+
+   SEMELE.
+   Would Zeus do that?
+   ZEUS.        Speak, Semele! What more?
+   Apollo's self confesses that 'tis bliss
+   To be a man 'mongst men--a sign from thee,
+   And I'm a man!
+
+   SEMELE. (Falling on his neck.)
+          Oh Jupiter, the Epidaurus women
+   Thy Semele a foolish maiden call,
+   Because, though by the Thunderer beloved,
+   She can obtain naught from him--
+
+   ZEUS. (Eagerly.)  They shall blush,
+   Those Epidaurus women! Ask!--but ask!
+   And by the dreaded Styx--whose boundless might
+   Binds e'en the gods like slaves--if Zeus deny thee,
+   Then shall the gods, e'en in that self-same moment,
+   Hurl me despairing to annihilation!
+
+   SEMELE. (Springing up joyfully.)
+   By this I know that thou'rt my Jupiter!
+   Thou swearest--and the Styx has heard thine oath!
+   Let me embrace thee, then, in the same guise
+   In which--
+
+   ZEUS. (Shrieking with alarm.)
+         Unhappy one! Oh stay! oh stay!
+
+   SEMELE. Saturnia--
+
+   ZEUS. (Attempting to stop her mouth.)
+             Be thou dumb!
+
+   SEMELE.              Embraces thee.
+
+   ZEUS. (Pale, and turning away.)
+   Too late! The sound escaped!--The Styx!--'Tis death
+   Thou, Semele, hast gained!
+
+   SEMELE.           Ha! Loves Zeus thus?
+
+   ZEUS.
+   All heaven I would have given, had I only
+   Loved thee but less! (Gazing at her with cold
+   horror.)       Thou'rt lost--
+
+   SEMELE.                Oh, Jupiter!
+
+   ZEUS. (Speaking furiously to himself,)
+   Ah! Now I mark thine exultation, Juno!
+   Accursed jealousy! This rose must die!
+   Too fair--alas! too sweet for Acheron!
+
+   SEMELE.
+   Methinks thou'rt niggard of thy majesty!
+
+   ZEUS.
+   Accursed be my majesty, that now
+   Has blinded thee! Accursed be my greatness,
+   That must destroy thee! Cursed be I myself
+   For having built my bliss on crumbling dust!
+
+   SEMELE.
+   These are but empty terrors, Zeus! In truth
+   I do not dread thy threats!
+   ZEUS.            Deluded child!
+   Go! take a last farewell forever more
+   Of all thy friends beloved--naught, naught has power
+   To save thee, Semele! I am thy Zeus!
+   Yet that no more--Go--
+
+   SEMELE.        Jealous one! the Styx!--
+   Think not that thou'lt be able to escape me.  [Exit.
+
+   ZEUS.
+   No! Juno shall not triumph.--She shall tremble--
+   Aye, and by virtue of the deadly might
+   That makes the earth and makes the heavens my footstool,
+   Upon the sharpest rock in Thracia's land
+   With adamantine chains I'll bind her fast.
+   But, oh, this oath--
+            [Mercury appears in the distance.
+             What means thy hasty flight?
+
+   MERCURY.
+   I bring the fiery, winged, and weeping thanks
+   Of those whom thou hast blessed--
+
+   ZEUS.              Again destroy them!
+
+   MERCURY. (In amazement.)
+   Zeus!
+
+   ZEUS. None shall now be blessed! She dies--
+                     [The curtain falls.
+
+
+
+
+FOOTNOTES:
+
+[1]  The allusion in the original is to the seemingly magical power
+possessed by a Jew conjuror, named Philadelphia, which would not be
+understood in English.
+
+[2]  This most exquisite love poem is founded on the platonic notion, that
+souls were united in a pre-existent state, that love is the yearning
+of the spirit to reunite with the spirit with which it formerly made
+one--and which it discovers on earth. The idea has often been made
+subservient to poetry, but never with so earnest and elaborate a beauty.
+
+[3]  "Und Empfindung soll mein Richtschwert seyn."  A line of great
+vigor in the original, but which, if literally translated, would seem
+extravagant in English.
+
+[4]  Joseph, in the original.
+
+[5]  The youth's name was John Christian Weckherlin.
+
+[6]  Venus.
+
+[7]  Originally Laura, this having been one of the "Laura-Poems," as
+the Germans call them of which so many appeared in the Anthology (see
+Preface).  English readers will probably not think that the change is
+for the better.
+
+[8]  Tityus.
+
+
+
+
+
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