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Clouds quench the sun, and thunder- And round its wreck the huge sea

monsters sit, A horrid conclave, and the whistling


Strangles the air, and fire eclipses heaven.

Philosophy, thou canst not even Compel their causes underneath thy yoke: From yonder clouds even to the waves below

The fragments of a single ruin choke
Imagination's flight;

For, on flakes of surge, like feathers light,

The ashes of the desolation cast

Upon the gloomy blast,

Tell of the footsteps of the storm.
And nearer see the melancholy form
Of a great ship, the outcast of the sea,
Drives miserably!

And it must fly the pity of the port,
Or perish, and its last and sole resort
Is its own raging enemy.

The terror of the thrilling cry
Was a fatal prophecy

And not alone the insane elements

Are populous with wild portents, But that sad ship is as a miracle

Of sudden ruin, for it drives so fast
It seems as if it had arrayed its form
With the headlong storm.

It strikes-I almost feel the shock,
It stumbles on a jaggèd rock,-
Sparkles of blood on the white foam
[A tempest.
We are all

are cast.

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Of coming death, who hovers now Upon that shattered prow, Friend, That they who die not may be dying Collect thyself; and be the memory Of thy late suffering, and thy greatest


my purposes

wake a tumult on the sapphire

As in contempt of the elemental rage
A man comes forth in safety, while
the ship's

Great form is in a watery eclipse
Obliterated from the Ocean's page,



That in this unknown form I might at

Wipe out the blot of the discomfiture
Sustained upon the mountain, and assail
With a new war the soul of Cyprian,
Forging the instruments of his destruc-

Even from his love and from his wisdom.

Beloved earth, dear mother, in thy

I seek a refuge from the monster who
Precipitates itself upon me.

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Dæmon. And who art thou, before whose feet my fate Has prostrated me? Cyprian. with pity, Now from this Would soothe its stings.

One who, moved

All exclaim within.
Damon (within).
plank will I

Dæmon. Oh, that can never be! Pass to the land and thus fulfil my No solace can my lasting sorrows find. scheme.



Because my happi

ness is lost.
Yet I lament what has long ceased to

The object of desire or memory,
And my life is not life.

Cyprian. Now, since the fury Was the attempt, and yet more mad were Of this earthquaking hurricane is still, And the crystalline heaven has reassumed

Repentance of the irrevocable deed :— Therefore I chose this ruin with the glory

Its windless calm so quickly, that it


Of not to be subdued, before the shame As if its heavy wrath had been awak- Of reconciling me with him who reigns By coward cession.-Nor was I alone, Nor am I now, nor shall I be alone; And there was hope, and there may still be hope,

ened Only to overwhelm that vessel,-speak, Who art thou, and whence comest thou? Damon. Far more My coming hither cost, than thou hast


This shipwreck is the least. Wilt thou

Speak. Dæmon. Since thou desirest, I will then unveil

Myself to thee;--for in myself I am
A world of happiness and misery;
This I have lost, and that I must


Or I can tell. Among my misadven- Are mine, and many more, perchance

shall be.

For ever. In my attributes I stood
So high and so heroically great,
In lineage so supreme, and with a genius
Which penetrated with a glance the world
Beneath my feet, that won by my high

A king-whom I may call the king of

Because all others tremble in their pride
Before the terrors of his countenance,
In his high palace roofed with brightest


In mighty competition, to ascend
His seat and place my foot triumphantly
Upon his subject thrones. Chastised, I
The depth to which ambition falls; too

For many suffrages among his vassals Hailed me their lord and king, and many still

Thus vanquished, though in fact victorious,

I left his seat of empire, from mine eye
Shooting forth poisonous lightning, while
my words

With inauspicious thunderings shook

Proclaiming vengeance, public as my


And imprecating on his prostrate slaves
Rapine, and death, and outrage. Then

I sailed

Over the mighty fabric of the world,
A pirate ambushed in its pathless sands,
A lynx crouched watchfully among its


And craggy shores; and I have wandered


The expanse of these wide wildernesses In this great ship, whose bulk is now dissolved


Of living light-call them the stars of In the light breathings of the invisible HeavenNamed me his counsellor. But the high | And which the sea has made a dustless praise ruin,

Stung me with pride and envy, and I Seeking ever a mountain, through whose forests


I seek a man, whom I must now compel
To keep his word with me.
I came

In tempest, and although my power

could well Bridle the forest winds in their career,

For other causes I forbore to soothe
Their fury to Favonian gentleness;
I could and would not; (thus I wake in
A love of magic art). Let not this



Nor the succeeding calm excite thy Rule and adorn the world, can ever wonder;


For by my art the sun would turn as The least division between thee and pale

As his weak sister with unwonted fear.
And in my wisdom are the orbs of

Written as in a record; I have pierced

The flaming circles of their wondrous spheres

And know them as thou knowest every


Of this dim spot.
That I boast vainly; wouldst thou that

I work

That loadstar of the ages, to whose beam


This Babylon of crags and agèd trees,
Filling its leafy coverts with a horror
Thrilling and strange? I am the friend-
less guest

Of these wild oaks and pines-and as
from thee

I have received the hospitality
Of this rude place, I offer thee the

Of years of toil in recompense; whate’er
Thy wildest dream presented to thy

As object of desire, that shall be thine.

And thenceforth shall so firm an amity
'Twixt thee and me be, that neither

The monstrous phantom which pursues


That careful miser, that free prodigal,
Who ever alternates with changeful

Evil and good, reproach and fame; nor

The winged years speed o'er the intervals
Of their unequal revolutions; nor
Heaven itself, whose beautiful bright


Abyss of Hell! I call on thee,

Let it not seem to Thou wild misrule of thine own anarchy !
From thy prison-house set free
The spirits of voluptuous death,
That with their mighty breath

A charm over this waste and savage They may destroy a world of virgin


Since now I find a refuge in thy favour.

JUSTINA, who is a Christian.


Let her chaste mind with fancies thick
as motes

Be peopled from thy shadowy deep,
Till her guiltless phantasy
Full to overflowing be!
And with sweetest harmony,

Let birds, and flowers, and leaves, and
all things move

To love, only to love.

Let nothing meet her eyes

But signs of Love's soft victories;
Let nothing meet her ear

But sounds of Love's sweet sorrow, So that from faith no succour she may borrow,

But, guided by my spirit blind
And in a magic snare entwined,

She may now seek Cyprian.
Begin, while I in silence bind
My voice, when thy sweet song thou
hast began.

A Voice (within).
What is the glory far above
All else in human life!

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And I the cause.

[She again becomes troubled. And yet if it were pity, Floro and Lelio might have equal share, For they are both imprisoned for my sake.

(Calmly.) Alas! what reasonings are Compelling thee to that which it inclines
these? it is
That it shall force thy step; how wilt
thou then
Resist, Justina?

Enough I pity him, and that, in vain,
Without this ceremonious subtlety.
And woe is me! I know not where to

Enter DEMON.

Damon. Follow, and I will lead thee where he is.

Justina. And who art thou, who hast found entrance hither, Into my chamber through the doors and locks?

Art thou a monstrous shadow which my madness

find him now,

Even should I seek him through this Must force thy will. wide world.

Has formed in the idle air?


No. I am one Called by the thought which tyrannises thee

From his eternal dwelling; who this day

Is pledged to bear thee unto Cyprian.
Justina. So shall thy promise fail.
This agony
Of passion which afflicts my heart and

May sweep imagination in its storm;
The will is firm.


Already half is

Thought is not in my power, but action is:
I will not move my foot to follow thee.
Dæmon. But a far mightier wisdom
than thine own

Exerts itself within thee, with such


In the imagination of an act.
The sin incurred, the pleasure then
remains ;

Let not the will stop half-way on the road.

By my free-will.

Too dear.

It is invincible;
It were not free if thou hadst power
upon it.

[He draws, but cannot move her. Dæmon. Come, where a pleasure waits thee.

It were bought

'Twill soothe thy heart
to softest peace.
Justina. 'Tis dread captivity.
'Tis joy, 'tis glory.
Justina. 'Tis shame, 'tis torment,
'tis despair.

But how
Canst thou defend thyself from that or


If my power drags thee onward?
My defence
Consists in God.

[He vainly endeavours to force her,
and at last releases her.
Woman, thou hast



subdued me, Only by not owning thyself subdued. But since thou thus findest defence in


I will assume a feignèd form, and thus Make thee a victim of my baffled rage. For I will mask a spirit in thy form Who will betray thy name to infamy, And doubly shall I triumph in thy loss, Although I thought it, and although 'tis First by dishonouring thee, and then by

Justina. I will not be discouraged, nor despair,



That thought is but a prelude to the False pleasure to true ignominy.

deed :


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