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not the Supreme Being itself. The belief which some
5. superstitious persons whom I have brought upon the And from that hour did I with earnest thought stage entertain of the Deity, as injurious to the character Beap knowledge from forbidden mines of lore, of his benevolence, is widely different from my own. Yet nothing that my tyrants knew or taught lo recommending also a great and important change I cared to learn, but from that secret store in the spirit which animates the social institutions of
Wrought linked armour for my soul, before mankind, I have avoided all flattery to those violent and It might walk forth to war among mankind; malignant passions of our nature, which are ever on Thus power and hope were strengthen'd more and the watch to mingle with and to alloy the most bene
more ficial innovations. There is no quarter given to Revenge, Within me, till there came upon my mind or Envy, or Prejudice. Love is celebrated every where A sense of loneliness, a thirst with which I pined. as the sole law which should govern the moral world.
Alas, that love should be a blight and snare
To those who seek all sympathies in one!-
The shadow of a starless night, was thrown
Over the world in which I moved alone:-
Yet never found I one not false to me,
Hard hearts, and cold, like weights of icy stone
Which crushed and withered mine, that could not be
Aught but a lifeless clog, until revived by thee.
Thou Friend, whose presence on my wintry heart So now my summer-task is ended, Mary,
Fell, like bright Spring upon some herbless plain; And I return to thee, mine own heart's home;
How beautiful and calm and free thou wert As to his Queen some victor Knight of Facry,
In thy young wisdom, when the mortal chain Earning bright spoils for her enchanted dome;
Of Custom thou didst burst and rend in twain, Nor thou disdain, that ere my fame become
And walked as free as light the clouds among,
Which many an envious slave then breathed in vain
From his dim dungeon, and my spirit sprung Its doubtful promise thus I would unite
To meet thee from the woes which had begirt it long. With thy beloved name, thou Child of love and light.
8. The toil which stole from thee so many an hour, No more alone through the world's wilderness, Is ended,—and the fruit is at thy feet!
Although I trod the paths of high intent, No longer where the woods to frame a bower
I journey'd now: no more companionless, With interlaced branches mix and meet,
Where solitude is like despair, I went. Or where with sound like many voices sweet,
There is the wisdom of a stern content Water-falls leap among wild islands green,
When Poverty can blight the just and good, Which framed for my lone boat a lone retreat
When Infamy dares mock the innocent, Of moss-grown trees and weeds, shall I be seen:
And cherish'd friends turn with the multitude But beside thee, where still my heart has ever been. To trample: this was ours, and we unshaken slood ! 3.
9. Thoughts of great deeds were mine, dear Friend, when
Now has descended a serener hour, first
And with inconstant fortune, friends return; The clouds which wrap this world from youth did pass.
Though suffering leaves the knowledge and the power I do remember well the hour which burst
Which says :--Let scorn be not repaid with scorn. My spirit's sleep: a fresh May-dawn it was,
And from thy side two gentle babes are born When I walked forth upon the glittering grass,
To fill our home with smiles, and thus are we And wept, I knew not why; until there rose
Most fortunate bencath life's beaming morn; From the near school-room, voices, that, alas!
And these delights, and thou have been to me Were but one echo from a world of woes
The parents of the Song I consecrate to thee.
Soon pause in silence, ne'er to sound again,
Though it might shake the Anarch Custom's reign, Such power, for I grow weary to behold
And charm the minds of men to Truth's own sway The selfish and the strong still tyrannise
Holier than was Amphion's? I would fain Without reproach or check.» I then controll'd Reply in hope-but I am worn away, My tears, my heart grew calm, and I was meek and bold. And Death and Love are yet contending for their prey.
And what art thou? I know, but dare not speak :
And through thinc eyes, even in thy soul I see
The forests and the floods, and all around
Into their caves to shriek, come forth, to spy
They say that thou wert lovely from thy birth,
Which shake these latter days; and thou canst claim
That fearful darkness, the blue sky was seen
Most delicately, and the ocean green, The music of his home :-unwonted fears
Beneath that opening spot of blue serene, Fell on the pale oppressors of our race,
Quiver'd like burning emerald : calm was spread And Faith, and Custom, and low-thoughted cares, On all below; but far on high, between Like thunder-stricken dragons, for a space
Earth and the upper air, the vast clouds fled, Left the torn human heart, their food and dwelling-place. Countless and swift as leaves on autumn's tempest shed.
v. Truth's deathless voice pauses among mankind! For ever, as the war became more fierce If there must be no response to my cry
Between the whirlwinds and the rack on high, If men must rise and stamp with fury blind
That spot grew more serene; blue light did pierce On his pure name who loves them -- thou and I, The woof of those white clouds, which seem'd to lie Sweet friend! can look from our tranquillity
Far, deep, and motionless; while through the sky Like lamps into the world's tempestuous night, - The pallid semicircle of the moon Two tranquil stars, while clouds are passing by Past on, in slow and moving majesty;
Which wrap them from the foundering seaman's sight, Its upper horn array'd in mists, which soon
Suddenly stain'd with shadow did appear;
A speck, a cloud, a shape, approaching grew,
Like a great ship in the sun's sinking sphere
Even like a bark, which from a chasm of mountains, When the last hope of trampled France had fail'd Dark, vast, and overhanging, on a river Like a brief dream of unremaining glory,
Which there collects the strength of all its fountains, From visions of despair I rose, and scaled
Comes forth, whilst with the speed its frame doth The peak of an aerial promontory,
quiver, Whose cavern'd base with the vext surge was hoary; Sails, oars, and stream, tending to one endeavour; And saw the golden dawn break forth, and waken So, from that chasm of light a winged Form Each cloud, and every wave :--but transitory
On all the winds of heaven approaching ever The calm : for sudden, the firm earth was shaken, Floated, dilating as it came: the storm As if by the last wreck its frame were os ertaken. Pursued it with fierce blasts, and lightnings swift and
VIII. A course precipitous, of dizzy speed, Suspending thought and breath ; a monstrous sight! For in the air do I behold indeed An Eagle and a Serpent wreathed in fight :And now relaxing its impetuous flight, Before the aerial rock on which I stood, The Eagle, hovering, wheel'd to left and right,
And hung with lingering wings over the tlood, And startled with its yells the wide air's solitude.
XIV. Wile baffled wile, and strength encounter'd strength, Thus long, but unprevailing :- the event Of that portentous fight appear'd at length : Until the lamp of day was almost spent It had endured, when lifeless, stark, and ren Hung high that mighty Serpent, and at last Fell to the sea, while o'er the continent,
With clang of wings and scream the Eagle past, Heavily borne away on the exhausted blast.
XV. And with it fled the tempest, so that ocean And earth and sky shone through the atmosphereOnly, 't was strange to see the red commotion Of waves like mountains o'er the sinking sphere Of sun-set sweep, and their fierce roar to hear Amid the calm: down the steep path I wound To the sea-shore-the evening was most clear
And beautiful, and there the sea I found Calm as a cradled child in dreamless slumber bound.
Sustain'd a crested head, which warily
The wreathed Serpent, who did ever seek
Like sparks into the darkness;-as they sweep, Blood stains the snowy foam of the tumultuous deep.
XVI. There was a Woman, beautiful as morning, Silting beneath the rocks, upon the sand Of the waste sea-fair as one flower adorning An icy wilderness--cachi delicate hand Lay crossed upon her hosom, and the band Of her dark hair had fall'n, and so she sale Looking upon the waves ; on the bare strand
Upon the sea-mark a small boat did wait, Fair as herself, like Love by llope left desolate.
XVII. It seem'd that this fair Shape had look'd upon That unimaginable fight, and now That her sweet eyes were weary of the sun, As brightly it illustrated her woe; For in the tears which silently to flow Paused not, its lustre hung: she watching aye The foam-wreaths which the faint tide wove below
Upon the spangled sands, groaned heavily, And after every groan looked up over the sea.
XII. Swift chances in that combat-many a check, And many a change, a dark and wild turmoil ; Sometimes the Snake around his enemy's neck Lock'd in stiff rings his adamantine coil, Until the Eagle, faint with pain and toil, Remitted his strong flight, and near the sea Languidly flutter'd, hopeless so to foil
llis adversary, who then rear'd on high Flis red and burning crest, radiant with victory.
That open'd to the ocean, caught it there,
XIII. Then on the white edge of the bursting surge, Where they had sank together, would the Snake Relax his suffocating grasp,
and scourge The wind with his wild writhing's ; for to break That chain of torment, the vast bird would shake The strength of his unconquerable wings As in despair, and with his sinewy neck,
Dissolve in sudden shock those linked rings, Thien soar-as swift as smoke from a volcano springs.
XIX. She spake in language whose strange melody Might not belong to earth. I heard, alone, What made its music more melodious be, The pity and the love of every tone; But to the Snake those accents swect were known llis native tongue and liers ; nor did he beat The hoar spray idly then, but winding on
Through the green shadows of the waves that meet Near to the shore, did pause beside her
Though in the likeness of a loathsome worm, know then, that from the depth of ages
Sprang from the billows of the formless flood, Two Powers o'er mortal things dominion hold
Which shrank and fled; and with that fiend of blood Ruling the world with a divided lot,
Renew'd the doubtful war-thrones then first shook, Immortal, all pervading, manifold,
And carth's immense and trampled multitude, Twin Genii, equal Gods--when life and thought In hope on their own powers began to look, Sprang forth, they burst the womb of inessential Nought. And Fcar, the demon pale, his sanguine shrine forsook.
XXXVIII. Then Greece arose, and to its bards and sages,
Thus the dark tale which history doth unfold, In dream, the golden pinioned Genii came,
I knew, but not, methinks, as others know, Even where they slept amid the night of ages,
For they weep not; and Wisdom had unroll'd
The clouds which hide the gulf of mortal woe:
For I loved all things with intense devotion;
So that when Hope's deep source in fullest flow,
Like earthquake did uplift the stagnant ocean
Kindled a thought in sense, great France sprang
forth, And in each bosom of the multitude
And scized, as if to break, the ponderous chains Justice and truth, with custom's hydra brood,
Which bind in woe the nations of the earth.
And to the clouds and waves in tameless gladness,
Was pour'd upon my heart, a soft and thrilling sadness.
Deep slumber fell on me:—my dreams were fire, Thou didst return, steep not its hearth in tears;
Soft and delightful thoughts did rest and hover
Like shadows o'er my brain; and strange desire,
The tempest of a passion, raging over
My tranquil soul, its depths with light did cover, He will dividing give.—The victor Fiend
Which past; and calm, and darkness, sweeter far
Came-then I loved; but not a human lover!
For when I rose from sleep, the Morning Star
XLI. List, stranger list ! mine is a human form,
'T was like an eye which scem’d to smile on me. Like that thou wearest-touch me-shriek not now! My hand thou feel'st is not a ghost's, bul warm
I watch'd, till by the sun made pale, it sank With human blood.—’T was many years ago,
Under the billows of the heaving sea;
But from its beams deep love my spirit drank,
And to my brain the boundless world now shrank
Into one thought-one image-yes, for ever! Which could not be mine own--and thought did
Even like the day-spring, pourd on vapours dank,
The beams of that one Star did shoot and quiver keep In dream, unnatural watch beside an infant's sleep.
Through my benighted mind-and were extinguish'd
The day past thus: at night, methought in dream
A shape of speechless beauty did appear:
It stood like light on a carecring stream
Of golden clouds which shook the atmosphere;
A winged youth, his radiant brow did wear
The Morning Star: a wild dissolving bliss
Over my frame he breathed, approaching near,
And bent his eyes of kindling tenderness I wept, sweet tears, yet too tumultuously
Near mine, and on my lips impress'd a lingering kiss. for peace, and clasp'd my hands aloft in ecstacy.
And said: a Spirit loves thee, mortal maiden,
How wilt thou prove thy worth? Then joy and sleep A woman's heart beat in my virgin breast,
Together tled, my soul was deeply laden, It had been nurtured in divinest lore:
And to the shore I went to muse and weep; A dying poct gave me books, and blest
But as I moved, over my heart did creep With wild but holy talk the sweet unrest
A joy less soft, but more profound and strong In which I watch'd him as he died away
Than iny sweet dream; and it forbade to keep
The path of the sca-shore: that Spirit's tongue