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V. * But one was mute, her cheeks and lips most fair, We reach'd the port--alas! from many spirits Changing their hue like lilies newly blown, The wisdom which had waked that cry, was fled, Beneath a bright acacia's shadowy hair,

Like the brief glory which dark Heaven inherits Waved by the wind amid the sunny noon,

From the false dawn, which fades ere it is spread,
Show'd that her soul was quivering; and full soon Upon the night's devouring darkness shed :
That youth arose, and breathlessly did look Yet soon bright day will burst-even like a chasm
On her and me, as for some speechless boon : Of fire, to burn the shrouds outworn and dead,

I smiled, and both their hands in mine I took, Which wrap the world; a wide enthusiasm,
And selt a soft delight from what their spirits shook. To cleanse the sever'd world as with an earthquake's



“I walk'd through the great City then, but free
From shame or fear; those toil-worn Mariners
And happy Maidens did encompass me;

And like a subterranean wind that stirs

Some forest among caves, the hopes and fears
From every human soul, a murmur strange
Made as I past; and many wept, with tears

Of joy and awe, and winged thoughts did range,
And half-extinguish'd words, which prophesied of

change. I.

VII. « That night we anchor'd in a woody bay, “For, with strong speech I tore the veil that hid And sleep no more around us dared to hover Nature, and Truth, and Liberty, and Love, Than, when all doubt and fear has past away, As one who from some mountain's pyramid, It shades the couch of some unresting lover,

Points to the unrisen sun the shades approve Whose heart is now at rest : thus night past over His truth, and flee from every stream and grove. In mutual joy :-around, a forest grew

Thus, gentle thoughts did many a bosom fill,Of poplars and dark oaks, whose shade did cover Wisdom, the mail of tried affections wove

The waning stars prankt in the waters blue, For many a heart, and tameless scorn of ill,
And trembled in the wind which from the morning flew. Thrice steep'd in molten steel the unconquerable will.

** The joyous mariners, and each free maiden, * Some said I was a maniac wild and lost ;
Now brought from the deep forest many a bough, Some, that I scarce had risen from the grave
With woodland spoil most innocently laden ; The Prophet's virgin bride, a heavenly ghost :-
Soon wreaths of budding foliage seem'd to flow Some said, I was a fiend from my weird cave,
Over the mast and sails, the stern and prow Who had stolen human shape, and o'er the wave,
Were canopied with blooming boughs,—the while The forest, and the mountain came ;-some said
On the slant sun's path o'er the waves we go

I was the child of God, sent down to save Rejoicing, like the dwellers of an isle

Women from bonds and death, and on my head Doom'd to pursue those waves that cannot cease to The burthen of their sins would frightfully be laid.


“ But soon my human words found sympathy * The many ships spotting the dark blue deep In human hearts: the purest and the best, With snowy sails, fed fast as ours came nigh, As friend with friend, made common cause with me, In fear and wonder; and on every steep

And they were few, but resolute ;-the rest, Thousands did gaze, they heard the startling cry,

Ere yet success the enterprise had blest, Like earth's own voice lifted unconquerably Leagued with me in their hearts ;--their meals, To all her children, the unbounded mirih,

their slumber, The glorious joy of thy name—Liberty!

Their hourly occupations were possest They heard -As o'er the mountains of the earth

By hopes which I had arm'd to overnumber, From peak to peak leapon the beams of morning's birth: Those hosts of meaner cares, which life's strong wings




X. "So from that cry over the boundless hills, “But chiefly women, whom my voice did waken Sudden was caught one universal sound,

From their cold, careless, willing slavery, Like a volcano's voice, whose thunder fills

Sought me: one truth their dreary prison has Remotest skies,—such glorious madness found

shaken, A path through human hearts with strearn which They look'd around, and lo! they became free! drown'd

Their many tyrants sitting desolately Its struggling fears and cares, dark custom's brood. In slave-deserted halls, could none restrain ; They knew not whence it came, but felt around For wrath's red fire had wither'd in the eye,

A wide contagion pour'd—they call'd aloud Whose lightning once was death,—nor fear, nor gain On Liberty-that name lived on the sunny flood. Could tempt one captive now to lock another's chain.


XVII. “Those who were sent to bind me, wept, and felt " And gold was scatter'd through the streets, and Their minds outsoar the bonds which clasp'd them

wine round,

Flow'd at a hundred feasts within the wall. Even as a waxen shape may waste and melt In vain! the steady towers in Heaven did shine In the white furnace; and a vision'd swound, As they were wont, nor at the priestly call, A pause of hope and awe the City bound,

Left Plague her banquet in the Æthiop's hall, Which, like the silence of a tempest's birth, Nor famine from the rich man's portal came, When in its awful shadow it has wound

Where at her ease she ever preys on all The sun, the wind, the ocean, and the earth, Who throng to kneel for food : nor fear nor shame, Hung terrible, ere yet the lightnings have leapt forth. Nor faith, nor discord, dimm'd hope's newly.kindled

flame. XU.

XVIII. “ Like clouds inwoven in the silent sky,

« For gold was as a god whose faith began By winds from distant regions meeting there, To fade, so that its worshippers were few, In the high name of truth and liberty

And Faith itself, which in the heart of man Around the City millions gather'd were,

Gives shape, voice, name, to spectral Terror, knew By hopes which sprang from many a hidden lair; Its downfall, as the altars lonelier grew, Words, which the lore of truth in hues of grace Till the Priests stood alone within the fane; Array'd, thine own wild songs which in the air The shafts of falsehood unpolluting flew, Like homeless odors floated, and the name

And the cold sneers of calumny were vain Of thee, and many a tongue which thou hadst dipp'd The union of the free with discord's brand to stan in flame. XIII.

XIX. “ The Tyrant knew his power was gone, but Fear, « The rest thou knowest-Lo! we two are here The nurse of Vengeance, bade him wait the event We have survived a ruin wide and deepThat perfidy and custom, gold and prayer,

Strange thoughts are mine.- I cannot grieve a fear, And whatsoe'er, when force is impotent,

Sitting with thee upon this lonely steep To fraud the sceptre of the world has lent,

I smile, though human love should make me weep Might, as he judged, confirm his failing sway. We have survived a joy that knows no sorrow, Therefore throughout the streets the Priests he sent And I do feel a mighty calmness creep

To curse the rebels.- To their gods did they Over my heart, which can no longer borrow For Earthquake, Plague, and Want, kneel in the Its hues from chance or change, dark children of public way.

to-morrow. XIV.

XX. “ And grave and hoary men were bribed to tell “We know not what will come-yet Lamn, deareste From seats where law is made the slave of wrong, Cythna shall be the prophetess of lave, How glorious Athens in her splendor fell,

Her lips shall rob thee of the grace thou wearest

, Because her sons were free, and that among To hide thy heart, and clothe the shapes which rove Mankind, the many to the few belong,

Within the homeless future's wintry grove : By Heaven, and Nature, and Necessity.

For I now, sitting thus beside thee, seem They said, that age was truth, and that the young Even with thy breath and blood to live and more,

Marr'd with wild hopes the peace of slavery, And violence and wrong are as a dream With which old times and men had quell'd the vain Which rolls from stedfast truth an upreturning stream and free. XV.

XXI. And with the falsehood of their poisonous lips “The blasts of Autumn drive the winged seeds They breathed on the enduring memory

Over the earth,-next come the snows, and rais Of sages and of bards a brief eclipse ;

And frost, and storms, which dreary Winter leads There was one teacher, who, necessity

Out of his Scythian cave, a savage train. Had arm’d, with strength and wrong against man. Behold! Spring sweeps over the world again, kind,

Shedding soft dews from her ethereal wings His slave and his avenger aye to be ;

Flowers on the mountains, fruits over the plain. That we were weak and sinful, frail and blind, And music on the waves and woods she flings

And that the will of one was peace, and we And love on all that lives, and calm on lifeless things Should seek for naught on earth but toil and misery.


XXII. « • For thus we might avoid the hell hereafter.' “O Spring! of hope, and love, and youth, and gladness So spake the hypocrites, who cursed and lied; Wind-winged emblem! brightest, best and fairent! Alas, their sway was past, and tears and laughter Whence comest thou, when, with dark Winter's Clung to their hoary hair, withering the pride

sadness Which in their hollow hearts dared still abide ; And yet obscener slaves with smoother brow,

The tears that fade in sunny smiles thou sharest!

Sister of joy! thou art the child who wearest And sneers on their strait lips, thin, blue and Thy mother's dying smile, tender and sweet ;

wide, Said, that the rule of men was over now,

Thy mother Autumn, for whose grave thou bearest And hence, the subject world to woman's will must

Fresh flowers, and beams like flowers, with gentle

feet, | Disturbing not the leaves which are her winding-sheet

bow ;



XXIX. * Virtue, and Hope, and Love, like light and Heaven, “ So be the turf heap'd over our remains Surround the world.—We are their chosen slaves. Even in our happy youth, and that strange lot, Has not the whirlwind of our spirit driven Whate'er it be, when in these mingling veins Truth's deathless germs to thought's remotest caves? The blood is still, be ours; let sense and thought Lo, Winter comes the grief of many graves, Pass from our being, or be number'd not The frost of death, the tempest of the sword, Among the things that are ; let those who come The flood of tyranny, whose sanguine waves Behind, for whom our stedfast will has brought Stagnate like ice at Faith, the enchanter's word, A calm inheritance, a glorious doom, And bind all human hearts in its repose abhorr’d. Insult, with careless tread, our undivided tomb. XXIV.

XXX. * The seeds are sleeping in the soil : meanwhile “Our many thoughts and deeds, our life and love, The tyrant peoples dungeons with his prey, Our happiness, and all that we have been, Pale victims on the guarded scaffold smile Immortally must live, and burn and move, Because they cannot speak; and, day by day, When we shall be no more ;—the world has seen The moon of wasting Science wanes away A type of peace; and as some most serene Among her stars, and in that darkness vast

And lovely spot to a poor maniac's eye, The sons of earth to their foul idols pray,

After long years, some sweet and moving scene And gray Priests triumph, and like blight or blast Of youthful hope returning suddenly, A shade of selfish care o'er human looks is cast. Quells his long madness—thus man shall remember

thee. XXV. "This is the winter of the world and here

XXXI. We die, even as the winds of Autumn fade, And Calumny meanwhile shall feed on us, Expiring in the frore and foggy air.

As worms devour the dead, and near the throne Behold! Spring comes, though we must pass, who And at the altar, most accepted thus made

Shall sneers and curses be ;-what we have done The promise of its birth,-even as the shade None shall dare vouch, though it be truly known; Which from our death, as from a mountain, flings That record shall remain, when they must pass The future, a broad sunrise ; thus array'd

Who built their pride on its oblivion ; As with the plumes of overshadowing wings, And fame, in human hope which sculptured was, From its dark gulfofchains, Earth like an eaglesprings. Survive the perish'd scrolls of unenduring brass.

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XXXII. "O dearest love! we shall be dead and cold “The while we two, beloved, must depart, Before this morn may on the world arise ;

And Sense and Reason, those enchanters fair, Wouldst thou the glory of its dawn behold ? Whose wand of power is hope, would bid the heart Alas! gaze not on me, but turn thine eyes That gazed beyond the wormy grave despair : On thine own heart-it is a paradise

These eyes, these lips, this blood, seem darkly there Which everlasting Spring has made its own, To fade in hideous ruin; no calm sleep, And while drear Winter fills the naked skies, Peopling with golden dreams the stagnant air, Sweet streams of sunny thought, and flowers fresh Seems our obscure and rotting eyes to steep blown,

In joy ;-but senseless death—a ruin dark and deep! Are there, and weave their sounds and odors into one.


• These are blind fancies—reason cannot know
"In their own hearts the earnest of the hope What sense can neither feel, nor thought conceive;
Which made them great, the good will ever find; There is delusion in the world-and woe,
And though some envious shade may interlope And fear, and pain-we know not whence we live,
Between the effect and it, one comes behind, Or why, or how, or what mute Power may give
Who aye the future to the past will bind- Their being to each plant, and star, and beast,
Necessity, whose sightless strength for ever Or even these thoughts:—Come near me! I do weave
Evil with evil, good with good must wind

A chain I cannot break-I am possest In bands of union, which no power may sever: With thoughts too swift and strong for one lone They must bring forth their kind, and be divided never!

human breast.


* The good and mighty of departed ages
Are in their graves, the innocent and free,
Heroes, and Poets, and prevailing Sages,
Who leave the vesture of their majesty
To adorn and clothe this naked world ;-and we
Are like to them—such perish, but they leave
All hope, or love, or truth, or liberty,
Whose forms their mighty spirits could conceive
To be a rule and law to ages that survive.

“ Yes, yes—thy kiss is sweet, thy lips are warm-
0! willingly beloved, would these eyes,
Might they no more drink being from thy form,
Even as to sleep whence we again arise,
Close their faint orbs in death : I fear nor prize
Aught that can now betide, unshared by thee-
Yes, Love when wisdom fails makes Cythna wise .

Darkness and death, if death be true, must be
Dearer than life and hope, if unenjoy'd with thee.




IV. Alas, our thoughts flow on with stream, whose For, from the utmost realms of earth, care pouring waters

The banded slaves whom every despot sent Return not to their fountain-Earth and Heaven, At that throned traitor's summons; like the roaring The Ocean and the Sun, the clouds their daughters,

Of fire, whose floods the wild deer circumveni Winter, and Spring, and Morn, and Noon, and Even,

In the scorch'd pastures of the South; so bent All that we are or know, is darkly driven

The armies of the leagued kings around Towards one gulf-Lo! what a change is come Their files of steel and flame ;--the continent Since I first spake-hut time shall be forgiven, Trembled, as with a zone of ruin bound, Though it change all but thee!"-She ceased : Beneath their feet, the sea shook with their Navies' night's gloom

Meanwhile had fallen on earth from the sky's sun-
less dome.


From every nation of the earth they came,

The multitude of moving heartless things, Though she had ceased, her countenance uplifted

Whom slaves call men : obediently they came, To Heaven, still spake, with solemn glory bright;

Like sheep whom from the fold the shepherd brings Her dark deep eyes, her lips, whose motions gifted

To the stall, red with blood; their many kings The air they breathed with love, her locks undight;

Led them, thus erring, from their native home; “Fair star of life and love!" I cried, “my soul's

Tartar and Frank, and millions whom the wings delight!

Of Indian breezes lull, and many a band
Why lookest thou on the crystalline skies ?.

The Arctic Anarch sent, and Idumca's sand,
O, that my spirit were yon Heaven of night,
Which gazes on thee with its thousand eyes!"

She turn'd to me and smiled—that smile was Paradise !

Fertile in prodigies and lies so there
Strange natures made a brotherhood of ill.
The desert savage ceased to grasp in fear
His Asian shield and bow, when, at the will
Of Europe's subtler son, the bolt would kill
Some shepherd sitting on a rock secure;

But smiles of wondering joy his face would ill,

And savage sympathy: those slaves impure, Each one the other thus from ill to ill did lure.



For traitorously did that foul Tyrant robe
Was there a human spirit in the steed,

His countenance in lies, even at the hour That thus with his proud voice, ere night was gone, When he was snatch'd from death, then o'er the He broke our linked rest? or do indeed

globe, All living things a common nature own,

With secret signs from many a mountain tower, And thought erect a universal throne,

With smoke by day, and fire by night, the power Where many shapes one tribute ever bear? · Of kings and priests, those dark conspirators And Earth, their mutual mother, does she groan He call’d:—they knew his cause their own, and

To see her sons contend? and makes she bare Her breast, that all in peace its drainless stores may Like wolves and serpents, to their mutual wars share?

Strange truce, with many a rite which Earth and

Heaven abhors.



I have heard friendly sounds from many a tongue,
Which was not human--the lone Nightingale
Has answer'd me with her most soothing song,
Out of her ivy bower, when I sate pale
With grief, and sigh'd beneath; from many a dale
The Antelopes who flock'd for food have spoken
With happy sounds, and motions, that avail

Like man’sown speech; and such was now the token
Of waning night, whose calm by that proud neigh

was broken.

Myriads had come-millions were on their way;
The Tyrant past, surrounded by the steel
Of hired assassins, through the public way,
Choked wúh his country's dead: his footsteps reel
On the fresh blood-he smiles, " Ay, now I feel
I am a King in truth!” he said, and took
His royal seat, and bade the torturing wheel

Be brought, and fire, and pincers, and the books
And scorpions; that his soul on its revenge might look



Each night, that mighty steed bore me abroad, "But first, go slay the rebels-why retum
And I return'd with food to our retreat,

The victor bands?" he said, “millions yet live,
And dark intelligence; the blood which flow'd Of whom the weakest with one word might tum
Over the fields, had stain'd the courser's feet;- The scales of victory yet;-let none survive
Soon the dust drinks that bitter dew,- then meet But those within the walls each fifth shall give
The vulture, and the wild-dog, and the snake, The expiation for his brethren here.---
The wolf, and the hyena gray, and eat

Go forth, and waste and kill!"_Oking, forgive The dead in horrid truce : their throngs did make

My speech,” a soldier answer'd" but we fear Behind the steed, a chasm like waves in a ship's wake. The spirits of the night, and morn is drawing near


side ;

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* For we were slaying still without remorse, Amid the aërial minarets on high,
And now that dreadful chief beneath my hand The Æthiopian vultures fluttering fell
Defenceless lay, when, on a bell-black horse, From their long line of brethren in the sky,
An Angel bright as day, waving a brand

Startling the concourse of mankind.-Too well Which flash'd among the stars, past.”—“ Dost thou


These signs the coming mischief did foretell :stand

Strange panic first, a deep and sickening dread Parleying with me, thou wretch ?" the king replied; Within each heart, like ice, did sink and swell, "Slaves, bind him to the wheel; and of this band, A voiceless thought of evil, which did spread Whoso will drag that woman to his side With the quick glance of eyes, like withering lightThat scared him thus, may burn his dearest foe be

nings shed.


Day after day, when the year wanes, the frosts

Strip its green crown of leaves, till all is bare ; “ And gold and glory shall be his.—Go forth!”

So on those strange and congregated hosts They rush'd into the plain-Loud was the roar

Came Famine, a swift shadow, and the air Of their career: the horsemen shook the earth ;

Groan'd with the burthen of a new despair; The wheel'd artillery's speed the pavement tore;

Famine, than whom Misrule no deadlier daughter The infantry, file after file, did pour

Feeds from her thousand breasts, though sleeping Their clouds on the utmost hills. Five days they

there slew Among the wasted fields; the sixth saw goro

With lidless eyes, lie Faith, and Plague, and Slaugh

ter, Stream through the city; on the seventh, the dew A ghastly brood ; conceived of Lethe's sullen water. Of slaughter became stiff; and there was peace anew:


There was no food, the corn was trampled down, XII.

The flocks and herds had perish’d; on the shore Peace in the desert fields and villages,

The dead and putrid fish were ever thrown: Between the glutted beasts and mangled dead!

The deeps were foodless, and the winds no more Peace in the silent streets! save when the cries

Creak'd with the weight of birds, but as before Of victims to their fiery judgment led,

Those winged things sprang forth, were void of Made pale their voiceless lips who seem'd to dread

shade ; Even in their dearest kindred, lest some tongue The vines and orchards, Autumn's golden store, Be faithless to the fear yet unbetray'd ;

Were burn'd ;-So that the meanest food was Peace in the Tyrant's palace, where the throng

weigh'd Waste the triumphal hours in festival and song!

With gold, and Avarice died before the god it made. XIII.


There was no corn-in the wide market-place Day after day the burning Sun roll’d on

All lotheliest things, even human flesh, was sold; Over the death-polluted land-it came

They weigh'd it in small scales--and many a face Out of the east like fire, and fiercely shone A lamp of Autumin, ripening with its flame

Was fix'd in eager horror then: his gold

The miser brought, the tender maid, grown bold The few lone ears of corn ;-the sky became

Through hunger, bared her scorned charms in vain: Stagnate with heat, so that each cloud and blast

The mother brought her eldest born, controllid Languish'd and died,—the thirsting air did claim All moisture, and a rotting vapor past

By instinct blind as love, but turn'd again

And bade her infant suck, and died in silent pain. From the unburied dead, invisible and fast.


Then fell blue Plague upon the race of man. First Want, then Plague came on the beasts ; their

“0, for the sheathed steel, so late which gave food

Oblivion to the dead, when the streets ran Fail'd, and they drew the breath of its decay.

With brother's blood! O, that the earthquake's Millions on millions, whom the scent of blood

grave Had lured, or who, from regions far away,

Would gape, or Ocean list its stifling wave!” Had track'd the hosts in festival array,

Vain cries—throughout the streets, thousands purFrom their dark deserts; gaunt and wasting now,

sued Stalk'd like fell shades among their perish'd prey ;

Each by his fiery torture howl and rave,
In their green eyes a strange disease did glow, Or sit in frenzy's unimagined mood,
They sank in hideous spasm, or pains severe and slow. Upon fresh heaps of dead; a ghastly multitude.


It was not hunger now, but thirst. Each well
The fish were poison'd in the streams; the birds Was choked with rotting corpses, and became
In the green woods perish'd ; the insect race A caldron of green mist made visible
Was wither'd up; the scatter'd flocks and herds At sunrise. Thither still the myriads came,
Who had survived the wild beasts' hungry chase Seeking to quench the agony of the flame
Died moaning, each upon the other's face

Which raged like poison through their bursting In helpless agony gazing ; round the City

veins; All night, the lean hyenas their sad case

Naked they were from torture, without shame, Like starving infants wail'd; a woful ditty! Spotted with nameless scars and lurid blaing, And many & mother wept, pierced with unnatural Childhood, and youth, and age, writhing in savage pity.


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