XIV. It must be so-I will arise and waken The multitude, and like a sulphurous hill, But Laon? on high Freedom's desart land A tower whose marble walls the leaguèd storms withstand! XV. One summer night, in commune with the hope I watched, beneath the dark sky's starry cope; To the lone shores and mountains, 'twas a guest Which followed where I fled, and watched when I did rest. XVI. These hopes found words thro' which my spirit sought As might create some response to the thought On which its lustre streamed, whene'er it might XVII. Yes, many an eye with dizzy tears was dim, And oft I thought to clasp my own heart's brother. Felt that we all were sons of one great mother; XVIII. Yes, oft beside the ruined labyrinth Which skirts the hoary caves of the green deep, Round whose worn base the wild waves hiss and leap, And that this friend was false, may now be said Tears which are lies, and could betray and spread Snares for that guileless heart which for his own had bled. XIX. Then, had no great aim recompensed my sorrow, Is hard-but I betrayed it not, nor less With love that scorned return, sought to unbind The interwoven clouds which make its wisdom blind. XX. With deathless minds which leave where they have past A path of light, my soul communion knew; Till from that glorious intercourse, at last, As from a mine of magic store, I drew Words which were weapons;-round my heart there grew The adamantine armour of their power, And from my fancy wings of golden hue Sprang forth-yet not alone from wisdom's tower, A minister of truth, these plumes young Laon bore. XXI. I had a little sister, whose fair eyes Were loadstars of delight, which drew me home. XXII. What wert thou then? A child most infantine, To overflow with tears, or converse fraught With passion, o'er their depths its fleeting light had wrought. XXIII. She moved upon this earth a shape of brightness, Beside me, gathering beauty as she grew, Like the bright shade of some immortal dream Which walks, when tempest sleeps, the wave of life's dark stream. XXIV. As mine own shadow was this child to me, All those steep paths which languor and despair Of friends, and overcome by lonely care Knew I what solace for that loss was left, Though by a bitter wound my trusting heart was cleft. XXV. Once she was dear, now she was all I had To love in human life, this sister sweet, This child of twelve years old-so she was made My sole associate, and her willing feet Wandered with mine where earth and ocean meet, Thro' forests wide and old, and lawny dells, Where boughs of incense droop over the emerald wells. XXVI. And warm and light I felt her clasping hand When twined in mine: she followed where I went, Thro' the lone paths of our immortal land. It had no waste, but some memorial lent Which strung me to my toil-some monument Vital with mind: then, Cythna by my side, Until the bright and beaming day were spent, Would rest, with looks entreating to abide, Too earnest and too sweet ever to be denied. XXVII. And soon I could not have refused her-thus For ever, day and night, we two were ne'er Parted, but when brief sleep divided us: And when the pauses of the lulling air Of noon beside the sea, had made a lair For her soothed senses, in my arms she slept, And I kept watch over her slumbers there, While, as the shifting visions o'er her swept, Amid her innocent rest by turns she smiled and wept. XXVIII. And, in the murmur of her dreams was heard Hymns which my soul had woven to Freedom, strong XXIX. Her white arms lifted thro' the shadowy stream. Her spirit o'er the ocean's floating state From her deep eyes far wandering, on the wing Of visions that were mine, beyond its utmost spring. XXX. For, before Cythna loved it, had my song Which clings upon mankind:-all things became Earth, sea and sky, the planets, life and fame And fate, or whate'er else binds the world's wondrous frame. XXXI. And this beloved child thus felt the sway Her's too were all my thoughts, ere yet endowed Pallid with feelings which intensely glowed Within, was turned on mine with speechless grace, Watching the hopes which there her heart had learned to trace. XXXII. In me, communion with this purest being In knowledge, which in her's mine own mind seeing, How without fear of evil or disguise Was Cythna-what a spirit strong and mild, Yet mighty, was inclosed within one simple child! XXXIII. New lore was this-old age with its grey hair, And icy sneers, is nought: it cannot dare To burst the chains which life for ever flings So is it cold and cruel, and is made The careless slave of that dark power which brings Laughs o'er the grave in which his living hopes are laid. |