On the clear brow of Immortality, Calm, yet profound. Soft rays illume that mien, As a pure veil of waters. O rich sleep! X.-THE POETRY OF THE PSALMS. NOBLY thy song, O minstrel! rush'd to meet DESPONDENCY AND ASPIRATION.1 "Per correr miglior acqua alza le vele, Omai la navicella del mio Intelletto." DANTE. My soul was mantled with dark shadows, born Its phantoms hung around the star of morn, Through the long day they dimm'd the autumn gold O'er its rich isles of vaporous glory throwing And when the solemn Night Of stormy oracles from caves unknown, Prophetic murmurs pass'd, Wakening or answering some deep Sibyl tone, Far buried in my breast, yet prompt to rise With every gusty wail that o'er the wind-harp flies. 1 1 Partly composed during the Author's last illness. "Fold, fold thy wings," they cried, "and strive no more, Faint spirit, strive no more!-for thee too strong Are outward ill and wrong, And inward wasting fires!-Thou canst not soar Free on a starry way Beyond their blighting sway, At Heaven's high gate serenely to adore! How shouldst thou hope Earth's fetters to unbind? O passionate, yet weak! O trembler to the wind! "Never shall aught but broken music flow Their vague wild symphony: No power is theirs, and no abiding-place In human hearts; their sweetness leaves no trace— Born only so to die! "Never shall aught but perfume, faint and vain, On the fleet pinion of the changeful hour, From thy bruised life again A moment's essence breathe; Of household charities no longer bound, "So fade, fade on! thy gift of love shall cling, A coiling sadness, round thy heart and brain, A silent, fruitless, yet undying thing, All sensitive to pain! And still the shadow of vain dreams shall fall O'er thy mind's world, a daily darkening pall. Fold, then, thy wounded wing, and sink subdued, In cold and unrepining quietude!" Then my soul yielded; spells of numbing breath When silently it seem'd As if a soft mist gleam'd Before my passive sight, and, slowly curling, Of vision'd beauty grew, Like a wrought banner, fold by fold unfurling. Unrolling then swept by, With dreamy motion! Silvery seas were there And then a glorious mountain-chain uprose, A soaring solitude of woods and snows, While as it pass'd, those regal peaks unveiling, From lyres that quiver'd through ten thousand strings: Or as if waters forth to music leaping, From many a cave, the Alpine Echo's hall, On their bold way victoriously were sweeping, Link'd in majestic anthems! while through all That billowy swell and fall, Voices, like ringing crystal, fill'd the air My being's core; then, moulding into word Return no more, vain bodings of the night! A happier oracle within my soul Hath swell'd to power;-a clear unwavering light Mounts through the battling clouds that round me roll, And to a new control Nature's full harp gives forth rejoicing tones, The accordant rush of elemental sound To one consummate harmony profound; |