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Knelt for his mercy whom they served with blood,

“ Were it not impious," said the And, like the refluence of a mighty

King, “ to break wave

Our holy oath ?" " Impious to Sucked into the loud sea, the multi

keep it, say !” tude

Shrieked theexulting Priest. “Slaves, With crushing panic fled in terror's

to the stake altered mood.

Bind her, and on my head the

burden lay Of her just torments :-at the

Judgment-day They pause, they blush, they gaze,

Will I stand up before the golden a gathering shout

throne Bursts, like one sound from the

Of Heaven, and cry, "To thee did ten thousand streams

I betray Of a tempestuous sea :—that sudden

An Infidel ! but for me she would rout

have known One checked who never in bis Another moment's joy !--the glory be mildest dreams

thine own !'Felt awe from grace or loveliness,

the seams Of his rent heart so hard and cold a

They trembled, but replied not, nor creed

obeyed, Had seared with blistering ice :- Pausing in breathless silence. but he misdeems

Cythna sprung That he is wise whose wounds do

From her gigantic steed, who, like a only bleed

shade Inly for self; thus thought the Iberian

Chased by the winds, those vacant Priest indeed,

streets among Fled tameless, as the brazen rein

she flung XI

Upon his neck, and kissed his moonèd And others too thought he was wise brow. to see

A piteous sight, that one so fair In pain and fear and hate something divine ;

The clasp of such a fearful death In love and beauty, no divinity.

should woo Now with a bitter smile, whose With smiles of tender joy, as beamed light did shine

from Cythna now. Like a fiend's hope upon his lips


and young

and eyne,


He said, and the persuasion of that

Rallied his trembling comrades-

“Is it mine
To stand alone, when kings and

The warm tears burst in spite of faith

and fear From many a tremulous eye, but,

like sost dew's Which seed Spring's earliest buds,

hung gathered there, Frozen by doubt, --alas! they

soldiers fear A woman? Heaven has sent its other

victim here."

could not choose



life is young,

to creep

ance fed


But weep; for, when her faint Before his throne, subdued by some un. limbs did resuse

seen emotion.-To climb the pyre, upon the mutes

she smiled ; And with her eloquent gestures, And is this death?— The pyre has and the hues

disappeared, Of her quick lips, even as a weary The Pestilence, the Tyrant, and the child

throng ; Wins sleep from some fond nurse with The flames grow silent--slowly there its caresses mild,

is heard The music of a breath-suspending

song, She won them, though unwilling, her

Which, like the kiss of love when to bind Near me, among the snakes. When Steeps the faint eyes in darkness sweet there had fled

and deep; One soft reproach that was most

With ever-changing notes it floats thrilling kind,

along, She smiled on me, and nothing

Till on my passive soul there seemed then we said, But cach upon the other's counten- A melody, like waves on wrinkled sands

that leap. Looks of insatiate love; the mighty

veil Which doth divide the living and The warm touch of a soft and tremuthe dead

lous hand Was almost rent, the world grew dim Wakened me then ; lo! Cythna and pale,

sate reclined All light in Heaven or Earth beside our

Beside me, on the waved and golden love did fail.

sand of a clear pool, upon a bank o'er

twined Yet--yet--one brief relapse, like the

With strange and star-bright powers last beam

which to the wind Of dying flames, the stainless air Breathed divine odour ; high above around

was spread Ilung silent and serene- -a blood-red

The emerald heaven of trees of ungleam

known kind, Burst upwards, huiling fiercely

Whose moonlike blooms and bright from the ground

fruit overhead The globed smoke; I heard the A shadow which was light upon the

waters shed. mighty sound of its uprise, like a tempestuous

XIX occan; And through its chasms I saw as And round about sloped many a lawny in a swound

mountain, The tyrant's child fall without life or With incense - bearing forests, and motion

vast caves


of marble radiance, to that mighty Whose golden waves in many a fountain ;

purple line And, where the flood its own bright Fade fast, till, borne on sunlight's margin laves,

ebbing streams, Their echoes talk with its eternal Dilating, on earth's verge the sunken waves,

meteor gleams. Which from the depths whose jagged

XXII caverns breed

Its keel has struck the sands beside Their unreposing strise it lists and heaves,

our feet. Till through a chasm of hills they roll,

Then Cythna turned to me, and

from her eyes, and feed

Which swam with unshed tears, a A river deep, which flies with smooth

look more sweet but arrowy speed.

Than happy love, a wild and glad

surprise, XX

Glanced as she spake : “Ay, this As we sate gazing in a trance of is Paradise, wonder,

And not a dream, and we are all A boat approached, borne by united! the musical air

Lo! that is mine own child, who Along the waves which sung and in the guise sparkled under

Of madness came, like day to one Its rapid keel --a winged shape benighted sate there,

In lonesome woods ; my heart is now A child with silver-shining wings, too well requited!” That, as her bark did through the waters glide,

And then she wept aloud, and in her The shadow of the lingering waves did wear

Clasped that bright Shape, less Light, as from starry beams; from marvellously fair side to side

Than her own human hues and living While veering to the wind her plumes

charms; the bark did guide.

Which, as she leaned in passion's

silence there, Breathed warmth on the cold bosom

of the air, The boat was one curved shell of hollow pearl,

Which seemed to blush and tremble

with delight; Almost translucent with the light

The glossy darkness of her streamdivine Of her within ; the prow and stern

Fell o'er that snowy child, and did curl, Hornèd on high, like the young The fond and long embrace which did

wrapped from sight moon supine,

their hearts unite. When o'er dim twilight mountains

dark with pine It floats upon the sunset's sea of Then the bright child, the plumed beams,

Seraph, came,

so fair




ing hair





Ous stream.

And fixed its blue and beaming Awed by the ending of their own eyes on mine,

desire, And said: “I was disturbed by tremu- The armies stood ; a vacancy was lous shame

made When first we met, yet knew that In expectation's depth, and so they stood I was thine,

dismayed. From the same hour in which thy

lips divine Kindled a clinging dream within my brain,

“ The frightful silence of that altered Which ever waked when I might

The tortures of the dying clove alone, sleep, to twine Thine image with her memory dear

Till one uprose among the multitude,

And said: “The flood of time is again

rolling on; We meet ; exempted now from mortal fear or pain.

We stand upon its brink, whilst they

are gone

To glide in peace down death's mysteri“When the consuming flames had wrapped ye round,

Have ye done well? They moulder,

flesh and bone, The hope which I had cherished went away ;

Who might have made this life's I fell in agony on the senseless ground,

envenomed dream
And hid mine eyes in dust, and A sweeter draught than ye will ever taste,

I deem.
My mind was gone, when, bright

like dawning day,
The Spectre of the Plague before me

“These perish as the good and great flew, And breathed upon my lips, and

Have perished, and their murderers seemed to say,

will repent. • They wait for thee, beloved !'- then

Yes, vain and barren tears shall flow I knew

before The death - mark on my breast, and be. Yon smoke has faded from the firmacame calm anew.

ment, Even for this cause, that ye, who

must lament “It was the calm of love-for I was

The death of those that made this dying.

world so fair, I saw the black and half-extin

Cannot recall them now; but there guished pyre

is lent In its own gray and shrunken ashes

To man the wisdom of a high despair lying ;

When such can die, and he live on and
The pitchy smoke of the departed

linger here.
Still hung in many a hollow dome

and spire Above the towers, like night ; beneath ““Ay, ye may fear ---- not now the whose shade,


far astray


of yore



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On the swist breath of morn, the

vessel flew O'er the bright whirlpools of that foun

tain fair, Whose shores receded fast whilst we

seemed lingering there.


“For me the world is grown too

void and cold, Since hope pursues immortal destiny With steps thus slow-therefore shall

ye behold How those who love, yet fear not,

dare to die ; Tell to your children this !' Then

suddenly He sheathed a dagger in his heart,

and fell ; My brain grew dark in death, and

yet to me There came a murmur from the crowd

to tell of deep and mighty change which

suddenly befell.

Till down that mighty stream, dark,

calm, and fleet, Between a chasm of cedarn moun

tains riven, Chased by the thronging winds whose

viewless feet, As swist as twinkling beams, had

under Heaven From woods and waves wild sounds

and odours driven, The boat fled visibly — three nights

and days, Borne like a cloud through morn

and noon and even, We sailed along the winding watery

ways Of the vast stream, a long and laby

rinthine maze.


“ Then suddenly I stood, a winged

Before the immortal Senate, and

the seat Of that star-shining spirit, whence is

wrought The strength of its dominion, good

and great, The better Genius of this world's

estate. His realm around one mighty Fane is



A scene of joy and wonder to behold That river's shapes and shadows

changing ever,

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