Of Custom thou didst burst and rend in twain, And walk as free as light the clouds among,
Which many an envious slave then breathed in vain From his dim dungeon; and my spirit sprung, To meet thee, from the woes which had begirt it long! 8. No more alone through the world's wilderness, Although I trod the paths of high intent, I journeyed now: no more companionless, Where solitude is like despair, I went.— There is the wisdom of a stern content When Poverty can blight the just and good, When Infamy dares mock the innocent, And cherished friends turn with the multitude To trample: this was ours, and we unshaken stood. 9. Now has descended a serener hour,
And, with inconstant fortune, friends return; Though suffering leaves the knowledge and the power Which says "Let scorn be not repaid with scorn." And from thy side two gentle babes are born To fill our home with smiles, and thus are we
Most fortunate beneath life's beaming morn: And these delights, and thou, have been to me The parents of the Song I consecrate to thee. 10. Is it that now my inexperienced fingers
But strike the prelude of a loftier strain? Or must the lyre on which my spirit lingers Soon pause in silence, ne'er to sound again, Though it might shake the Anarch Custom's reign, And charm the minds of men to Truth's own sway, Holier than was Amphion's? I would fain Reply in hope-but I am worn away,
And Death and Love are yet contending for their prey. II. And what art thou? I know, but dare not speak : Time may interpret to his silent years.
Yet in the paleness of thy thoughtful cheek, And in the light thine ample forehead wears, And in thy sweetest smiles, and in thy tears, And in thy gentle speech, a prophecy
Is whispered, to subdue my fondest fears: And, through thine eyes, even in thy soul I see A lamp of vestal fire burning internally. 12. They say that thou wert lovely from thy birth, Of glorious parents thou aspiring child.
I wonder not-for One then left this earth Whose life was like a setting planet mild, Which clothed thee in the radiance undefiled
Of its departing glory; still her fame
Shines on thee, through the tempests dark and wild Which shake these latter days; and thou canst claim The shelter, from thy sire, of an immortal name.
13. One voice came forth from many a mighty spirit, Which was the echo of three thousand years; And the tumultuous world stood mute to hear it, As some lone man who in a desert hears The music of his home :--unwonted fears Fell on the pale oppressors of our race,
And Faith and Custom and low-thoughted cares, Like thunder-stricken dragons, for a space
Left the torn human heart, their food and dwelling-place. 14. Truth's deathless voice pauses among mankind! If there must be no response to my cry- If men must rise and stamp, with fury blind, On his pure name who loves them,—thou and I, Sweet friend, can look from our tranquillity Like lamps into the world's tempestuous night,
Two tranquil stars, while clouds are passing by Which wrap them from the foundering seaman's sight, That burn from year to year with unextinguished light.
1. WHEN the last hope of trampled France had failed Like a brief dream of unremaining glory,
From visions of despair I rose, and scaled The peak of an aërial promontory,
Whose caverned base with the vexed surge was hoary; And saw the golden dawn break forth, and waken Each cloud and every wave :-but transitory The calm for sudden the firm earth was shaken, As if by the last wreck its frame were overtaken. 2. So, as I stood, one blast of muttering thunder Burst in far peals along the waveless deep, When, gathering fast, around, above, and under, Long trains of tremulous mist began to creep, Until their complicating lines did steep
The orient sun in shadow:-not a sound Was heard; one horrible repose did keep The forests and the floods, and all around
Darkness more dread than night was poured upon the ground.
3. Hark! 'tis the rushing of a wind that sweeps
Earth and the ocean. See the lightnings yawn Deluging heaven with fire, and the lashed deeps Glitter and boil beneath! It rages on,
One mighty stream, whirlwind and waves upthrown, Lightning, and hail, and darkness eddying by!
There is a pause the séa-birds, that were gone Into their caves to shriek, come forth to spy
What calm has fallen on earth, what light is in the sky.
4. For, where the irresistible storm had cloven That fearful darkness, the blue sky was seen Fretted with many a fair cloud interwoven Most delicately; and the ocean green, Beneath that opening spot of blue serene, Quivered like burning emerald. Calm was spread On all below; but far on high, between Earth and the upper air, the vast clouds fled, Countless and swift as leaves on autumn's tempest shed. 5. For ever, as the war became more fierce
Between the whirlwinds and the rack on high, That spot grew more serene; blue light did pierce The woof of those white clouds, which seemed to lie Far, deep, and motionless; while through the sky The pallid semicircle of the moon
Passed on, in slow and moving majesty ;
Its upper horn arrayed in mists, which soon
But slowly fled, like dew beneath the beams of noon.
6. I could not choose but gaze; a fascination
Dwelt in that moon and sky and clouds, which drew My fancy thither, and (in expectation
Of what, I knew not) I remained. The hue Of the white moon, amid that heaven so blue, Suddenly stained with shadow did appear;
A speck, a cloud, a shape, approaching grew, Like a great ship in the sun's sinking sphere Beheld afar at sea, and swift it came anear.
7. Even like a bark, which from a chasm of mountains, Dark, vast, and overhanging, on a river
Which there collects the strength of all its fountains Comes forth, whilst with the speed its frame doth quiver, Sails, oars, and stream, tending to one endeavour;
So, from that chasm of light a winged form,
On all the winds of heaven approaching ever, Floated, dilating as it came: the storm
Pursued it with fierce blasts, and lightnings swift and warm.
8. 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 aërial rock on which I stood,
The Eagle, hovering, wheeled to left and right, And hung with lingering wings over the flood, And startled with its yells the wide air's solitude. 9. A shaft of light upon its wings descended,
And every golden feather gleamed therein- Feather and scale inextricably blended.
The Serpent's mailed and many-coloured skin
Shone through the plumes; its coils were twined within By many a swoln and knotted fold; and high And far the neck, receding lithe and thin, Sustained a crested head, which warily Shifted and glanced before the Eagle's steadfast eye. 10. Around, around, in ceaseless circles wheeling
With clang of wings and scream, the Eagle sailed Incessantly-sometimes on high concealing
Its lessening orbs, sometimes, as if it failed, Drooped through the air; and still it shrieked and wailed, And, casting back its eager head, with beak
And talon unremittingly assailed
The wreathed Serpent, who did ever seek Upon his enemy's heart a mortal wound to wreak. 11. What life, what power, was kindled and arose Within the sphere of that appalling fray! For, from the encounter of those wondrous foes, A vapour like the sea's suspended spray Hung gathered: in the void air, far away, Floated the shattered plumes; bright scales did leap, Where'er the Eagle's talons made their way, Like sparks into the darkness;-as they sweep, Blood stains the snowy foam of the tumultuous deep. 12. 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 Locked in stiff rings his adamantine coil; Until the Eagle, faint with pain and toil, Remitted his strong flight, and near the sea Languidly fluttered, hopeless so to foil His adversary,-who then reared on high His red and burning crest, radiant with victory. 13. Then on the white edge of the bursting surge,
Where they had sunk together, would the Snake Relax his suffocating grasp, and scourge
The wind with his wild writhings; 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 linkèd rings,-
Then soar, as swift as smoke from a volcano springs.
14. Wile baffled wile, and strength encountered strength, Thus long, but unprevailing. The event Of that portentous fight appeared at length. Until the lamp of day was almost spent
It had endured; when, lifeless, stark, and rent, 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 passed. Heavily borne away on the exhausted blast.
15. And with it fled the tempest, so that ocean
And earth and sky shone through the atmosphere. Only, 'twas strange to see the red commotion
Of waves like mountains o'er the sinking sphere Of sunset 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. 16. There was a woman, beautiful as morning, Sitting beneath the rocks upon the sand Of the waste sea-fair as one flower adorning An icy wilderness. Each delicate hand Lay crossed upon her bosom, and the band Of her dark hair had fallen, and so she sate,
Looking upon the waves. On the bare strand Upon the sea-mark a small boat did wait, Fair as herself, like Love by Hope left desolate. 17. It seemed that this fair shape had looked 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. 18. And, when she saw the wounded Serpent make
His path between the waves, her lips grew pale, Parted, and quivered; the tears ceased to break From her immovable eyes; no voice of wail Escaped her; but she rose, and, on the gale Loosening her star-bright robe and shadowy hair, Poured forth her voice; the caverns of the vale That opened to the ocean caught it there, And filled with silver sounds the overflowing air. 19. 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 sweet were known, His native tongue and hers: 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 snowy feet.
20. Then on the sands the woman sate again,
And wept and clasped her hands, and, all between, Renewed the unintelligible strain
Of her melodious voice and eloquent mien ;
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