By winds which feed on sunrise woven, to enchant The faiths of men: all mortal To men's astonished eyes most clear and eyes were drawn crystalline. As famished mariners, through XLV And neither did I hear the acclama- Which, from brief silence bursting, With her strange name and mine, from all the nations To fevered cheeks, a voice flowed o'er my troubled mind. XLVI Like music of some minstrel heavenly- To one whom fiends enthral, this Scarce did I wish her veil to be up- I was so calm and joyous.—I could see The platform where we stood, the statues three Which kept their marble watch on that high shrine, The multitudes, the mountains, and the sea; As, when eclipse hath passed, things sudden shine Thou dost resemble him alone- This veil between us two, that thou Which we, they said, in strength Shouldst image one who may have been had gathered there long lost in death. From the sleep of bondage; nor Of that bright pageantry beheld,— And silent as a breathing corpse did fare, Leaning upon my friend, till, like a wind XLVII At first Laone spoke most tremulously: But soon her voice the calmness which it shed Gathered, and-"Thou art whom I sought to see, And thou art our first votary here," she said. "I had a dear friend once, but he is dead! And, of all those on the wide earth who breathe, XLVIII "For this wilt thou not henceforth pardon me? Yes, but those joys which silence well requite Forbid reply ;-why men have chosen me To be the Priestess of this holiest rite I scarcely know, but that the floods of light Which flow over the world have borne me hither To meet thee, long most dear; and now unite Thine hand with mine, and may all comfort wither From both the hearts whose pulse in joy now beat together, XLIX "If our own will as others' law we bind, If the foul worship trampled here we fear, If as ourselves we cease to love our Burned o'er the isles. kind!"— She paused, and pointed upwards sculptured there Three shapes around her ivory throne appear; One was a Giant, like a child asleep On a loose rock, whose grasp crushed, as it were In dream, sceptres and crowns; and one did keep Its watchful eyes in doubt whether to smile or weep; L A Woman sitting on the sculptured disk Of the broad earth, and feeding from one breast A human babe and a young basilisk; Her looks were sweet as Heaven's when loveliest The third Image In autumn eves. In white wings swift as clouds in Beneath his feet, 'mongst ghastliest forms, represt Lay Faith, an obscene worm, who sought to rise, While calmly on the Sun he turned his diamond eyes. LI Beside that Image then I sate, while she Stood mid the throngs which ever ebbed and flowed, Like light amid the shadows of the sea Cast from one cloudless star, and on the crowd That touch which none who feels forgets bestowed; And whilst the sun returned the steadfast gaze Of the great Image, as o'er Heaven it glode, All stood in joy and deep amaze, When in the silence of all spirits there Laone's voice was felt, and through the air That rite had place; it ceased when sunset's blaze |
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