THREE LONG POEMS No one of the three poems which follow is as long as "Horatius," but each is long enough to present a series of scenes and a variety of ideas. They need to be read with attention to the progress of the story and the sequence of the thought. 5 The three poems are not alike. The first, "The Prisoner of Chillon," is a narrative based on an actual occurrence. The poem asks us to imagine how a prisoner in the old dungeon would have felt and acted, and stirs us by its story of suffering which we feel to be true. The second poem, 10 "The Forsaken Merman," is also a narrative but it has nothing to do with facts. It tells of a Merman, married to a human, and of their children, and asks us to imagine human feeling and speech in the beautiful caves of the sea. Here you will find the imagination carrying you very far from 15 reality and yet keeping a real hold on your emotions. The third poem, "The Elegy Written in a Country Churchyard," is a reflective poem. It tells no story but sets forth the reflections on life and death that come to the poet as he wanders about the churchyard. In all three poems the expression is well-nigh perfect. Each word, rhythm, and picture fits into the whole. Yet, in each there is a different purpose for which the poet is working through his beautiful art. 20 Y 10 15 20 25 THE PRISONER OF CHILLON I My hair is grey, but not with years, Nor grew it white In a single night, As men's have grown from sudden fears: My limbs are bowed, though not with toil, For they have been a dungeon's spoil, One in fire, and two in field, For the God their foes denied ; Of whom this wreck is left the last. II There are seven pillars of Gothic mould, A sunbeam which hath lost its way, And in each ring there is a chain; For in these limbs its teeth remain, -I cannot count them o'er, When my last brother dropped and died, And I lay living by his side. III They chained us each to a column stone, We could not see each other's face, 5 10 15 20 25 5 10 15 But with that pale and livid light But even these at length grew cold. IV I was the eldest of the three And to uphold and cheer the rest The youngest, whom my father loved, For him my soul was sorely moved: And truly might it be distressed Its sleepless summer of long light, The snow-clad offspring of the sun : And thus he was as pure and bright, And in his natural spirit gay, With tears for naught but others' ills, And then they flowed like mountain rills, Which he abhorred to view below. V The other was as pure of mind, But formed to combat with his kind; Strong in his frame, and of a mood Which 'gainst the world in war had stood, With joy: - but not in chains to pine: And so perchance in sooth did mine: |