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LV.
One seat was vacant in the midst, a throne,
Reared on a pyramid like sculptured flame,
Distinct with circling steps which rested on
Their own deep fire-soon as the Woman came
Into that hall, she shrieked the Spirit's name
And fell; and vanished slowly from the sight.
Darkness arose from her dissolving frame,
Which gathering, filled that dome of woven light,
Blotting it's sphered stars with supernatural night.

LVI.
Then first, two glittering lights were seen to glide
In circles on the amethystine floor,
Small serpent eyes trailing from side to side,
Like meteors on a river's grassy shore,
They round each other rolled, dilating more
And more—then rose, commingling into one,
One clear and mighty planet hanging o'er

A cloud of deepest shadow, which was thrown Athwart the glowing steps and the crystàlline throne.

LVII.
The cloud which rested on that cone of flame
Was cloven; beneath the planet sate a Form,
Fairer than tongue can speak or thought may frame,
The radiance of whose limbs rose-like and warm
Flowed forth, and did with softest light inform
The shadowy dome, the sculptures, and the state
Of those assembled shapes—with clinging charm
Sinking upon their hearts and mine—He sate
Majestic, yet most mild-calm, yet compassionate.

LVIII.
Wonder and joy a passing faintness threw
Over my brow-a hand supported me,
Whose touch was magic strength: an eye of blue
Looked into mine, like moonlight, soothingly;
And a voice said—Thou must a listener be
This day—two mighty Spirits now return,
Like birds of calm, from the world's raging sea,

They pour fresh light from Hope's immortal urn; A tale of human power-despair not-list and learn!

LIX.
I looked, and lo! one stood forth eloquently,
His eyes were dark and deep, and the clear brow
Which shadowed them was like the morning sky,
The cloudless Heaven of Spring, when in their flow
Thro' the bright air, the soft winds as they blow
Wake the green world—his gesture did obey
The oracular mind that made his features glow,

And where his curvèd lips half open lay,
Passion's divinest stream had made impetuous way.

LX,
Beneath the darkness of his outspread hair
He stood thus beautiful: but there was One
Who sate beside him like his shadow there,
And held his hand-far lovelier—she was known
To be thus fair, by the few lines alone
Which thro' her floating locks and gathered cloke,
Glances of soul-dissolving glory, shone :

None else beheld her eyes—in him they woke
Memories which found a tongue, as thus he silence bioke.

Canto Second.

I.

THE star-light smile of children, the sweet looks
Of women, the fair breast from which I fed,
The murmur of the unreposing brooks,
And the green light which shifting overhead,
Some tangled bower of vines around me shed,
The shells on the sea-sand, and the wild flowers,
The lamp-light thro' the rafters cheerly spread,

And on the twining flax-in life's young hours
These sights and sounds did nurse my spirit's folded powers.

VOL. I.

F

II.
In Argolis, beside the echoing sea,
Such impulses within my mortal frame
Arose, and they were dear to memory,
Like tokens of the dead:—but others came
Soon, in another shape: the wondrous fame
Of the past world, the vital words and deeds
Of minds whom neither time nor change can tame,

Traditions dark and old, whence evil creeds
Start forth, and whose dim shade a stream of poison feeds.

III.

I heard, as all have heard, the various story
Of human life, and wept unwilling tears.
Feeble historians of its shame and glory,
False disputants on all its hopes and fears,
Victims who worshipped ruin,-chroniclers
Of daily scorn, and slaves who loathed their state
Yet flattering power had given its ministers

A throne of judgment in the grave :—'twas fate,
That among such as these my youth should seek its mate,

IV.
The land in which I lived, by a fell bane
Was withered up. Tyrants dwelt side by side,
And stabled in our homes, until the chain
Stifled the captive's cry, and to abide
That blasting curse men had no shame—all vied
In evil, slave and despot; fear with lust,
Strange fellowship through mutual hate had tied,

Like two dark serpents tangled in the dust,
Which on the paths of men their mingling poison thrust.

V. Earth, our bright home, its mountains and its waters, And the ætherial shapes which are suspended Over its green expanse, and those fair daughters, The clouds, of Sun and Ocean, who have blended The colours of the air since first extended It cradled the young world, none wandered forth To see or feel: a darkness had descended

On every heart: the light which shews its worth, Must among gentle thoughts and fearless take its birth.

VI.
This vital world, this home of happy spirits,
Was as a dungeon to my blasted kind,
All that despair from murdered hope inherits
They sought, and in their helpless misery blind,
A deeper prison and heavier chains did find,
And stronger tyrants :-a dark gulph before,
The realm of a stern Ruler, yawned; behind,

Terror and Time conflicting drove, and bore
On their tempestuous flood the shrieking wretch from shore,

VII.
Out of that Ocean's wrecks had Guilt and Woe
Framed a dark dwelling for their homeless thought,
And, starting at the ghosts which to and fro
Glide o'er its dim and gloomy strand, had brought
The worship thence which they each other taught.
Well might men loathe their life, well might they turn
Even to the ills again from which they sought

Such refuge after death!-well might they learn
To gaze on this fair world with hopeless unconcern!

VIII.

For they all pined in bondage: body and soul,
Tyrant and slave, victim and torturer, bent
Before one Power, to which supreme controul
Over their will by their own weakness lent,
Made all its many names omnipotent;
All symbols of things evil, all divine;
And hymns of blood or mockery, which rent

The air from all its fanes, did intertwine
Imposture's impious toils round each discordant shrine.

IX.
I heard as all have heard, life's various story,
And in no careless heart transcribed the tale;
But, from the sneers of men who had grown hoary
In shame and scorn, from groans of crowds made pale
By famine, from a mother's desolate wail
O'er her polluted child, from innocent blood
Poured on the earth, and brows anxious and pale

With the heart's warfare; did I gather food
To feed my many thoughts: a tameless multitude !

X.
I wandered thro’ the wrecks of days departed
Far by the desolated shore, when even
O'er the still sea and jagged islets darted
The light of moonrise; in the northern Heaven,
Among the clouds near the horizon driven,
The mountains lay beneath one planet pale;
Around me,

broken tombs and columns riven Looked vast in twilight, and the sorrowing gale Waked in those ruins grey its everlasting wail !

XI.
I knew not who had framed these wonders then,
Nor, had I heard the story of their deeds;
But dwellings of a race of mightier men,
And monuments of less ungentle creeds
Tell their own tale to him who wisely heeds
The language which they speak; and now, to me
The moonlight making pale the blooming weeds,

The bright stars shining in the breathless sea,
Interpreted those scrolls of mortal mystery.

XII. Such man has been, and such may yet become! Aye, wiser, greater, gentler, even than they Who on the fragments of yon shattered dome Have stamped the sign of power—I felt the sway Of the vast stream of ages bear away My floating thoughts—my heart beat loud and fastEven as a storm let loose beneath the ray

Of the still moon, my spirit onward past Beneath truth's steady beams upon its tumult cast.

XIII. It shall be thus no more! too long, too long, Sons of the glorious dead, have ye lain bound In darkness and in ruin.—Hope is strong, Justice and Truth their winged child have foundAwake! arise! until the mighty sound Of your career shall scatter in its gust The thrones of the oppressor, and the ground

Hide the last altar's unregarded dust, Whose Idol has so long betrayed your impious trust.

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