3. Then, rallying-cries of treason and of danger
Resounded and-"They come ! to arms! to arms! The tyrant is amongst us, and the stranger
Comes to enslave us in his name! to arms!"
In vain for Panic, the pale fiend who charms
Strength to forswear her right, those millions swept
Like waves before the tempest. These alarms Came to me, as to know their cause I leapt
On the gate's turret, and in rage and grief and scorn I wept ! 4. For to the north I saw the town on fire,
And its red light made morning pallid now, Which burst over wide Asia.-Louder, higher, The yells of victory and the screams of woe I heard approach, and saw the throng below Stream through the gates like foam-wrought waterfalls Fed from a thousand storms-the fearful glow Of bombs flares overhead-at intervals
The red artillery's bolt mangling among them falls. 5. And now the horsemen come-and all was done Swifter than I have spoken. I beheld
Their red swords flash in the unrisen sun. I rushed among the rout, to have repelled That miserable flight. One moment quelled By voice and looks and eloquent despair,
As if reproach from their own hearts withheld Their steps, they stood; but soon came pouring there New multitudes, and did those rallied bands o'erbear. 6. I strove, as, drifted on some cataract
By irresistible streams, some wretch might strive Who hears its fatal roar: the files compact
Whelmed me, and from the gate availed to drive With quickening impulse, as each bolt did rive Their ranks with bloodier chasm : into the plain Disgorged at length the dead and the alive, In one dread mass, were parted, and the stain Of blood from mortal steel fell o'er the fields like rain. 7. For now the despot's bloodhounds, with their prey Unarmed and unaware, were gorging deep
Their gluttony of death; the loose array
Of horsemen o'er the wide fields murdering sweep. And with loud laughter for their tyrant reap A harvest sown with other hopes; the while, Far overhead, ships from Propontis keep A killing rain of fire-when the waves smile As sudden earthquakes light many a volcano isle.
8. Thus sudden, unexpected feast was spread
For the carrion fowls of heaven.—I saw the sight- I moved I lived—as o'er the heaps of dead, Whose stony eyes glared in the morning light,
I trod. To me there came no thought of flight; But with loud cries of scorn, which whoso heard
That dreaded death felt in his veins the might Of virtuous shame return, the crowd I stirred, And desperation's hope in many hearts recurred. 9. A band of brothers gathering round me made,
Although unarmed, a steadfast front, and, still Retreating, with stern looks beneath the shade Of gathered eyebrows, did the victors fill With doubt even in success; deliberate will Inspired our growing troop; not overthrown, It gained the shelter of a grassy hill:- And ever still our comrades were hewn down, And their defenceless limbs beneath our footsteps strown. 10. Immovably we stood.-In joy I found
Beside me then, firm as a giant pine
Among the mountain-vapours driven around,
The old man whom I loved.
With a mild look of courage answered mine; And my young friend was near, and ardently His hand grasped mine a moment. Of war extended, to our rallying-cry As myriads flocked în love and brotherhood to die. II. For ever while the sun was climbing heaven
The horsemen hewed our unarmed myriads down Safely; though, when by thirst of carnage driven Too near, those slaves were swiftly overthrown By hundreds leaping on them. Flesh and bone Soon made our ghastly ramparts; then the shaft Of the artillery from the sea was thrown More fast and fiery, and the conquerors laughed In pride to hear the wind our screams of torment wast. 12. For on one side alone the hill gave shelter,
So vast that phalanx of unconquered men,
And there the living in the blood did welter
Of the dead and dying, which in that green glen, Like stifled torrents, made a plashy fen
Under the feet. Thus was the butchery waged
While the sun clomb heaven's eastern steep-but, when It 'gan to sink, a fiercer combat raged,
For in more doubtful strife the armies were engaged.
13. Within a cave upon the hill were found
A bundle of rude pikes, the instrument
Of those who war but on their native ground For natural rights: a shout of joyance, sent Even from our hearts, the wide air pierced and rent,
As those few arms the bravest and the best
Seized; and each sixth, thus armed, did now presen A line which covered and sustained the rest,
A confident phalanx, which the foes on every side invest.
14. That onset turned the foes to flight almost.
But soon they saw their present strength, and knew That coming night would to our resolute host
Bring victory; so, dismounting, close they drew Their glittering files, and then the combat grew Unequal but most horrible ;--and ever
Our myriads, whom the swift bolt overthrew, Or the red sword, failed like a mountain river Which rushes forth in foam to sink in sands forever. 15. Sorrow and shame to see with their own kind Our human brethren mix, like beasts of blood, To mutual ruin, armed by one behind
Who sits and scoffs !-That friend so mild and good, Who like its shadow near my youth had stood, Was stabbed !--my old preserver's hoary hair, With the flesh clinging to its roots, was strewed Under my feet! I lost all sense or care, And like the rest I grew desperate and unaware. 16. The battle became ghastlier. In the midst
I paused, and saw how ugly and how fell, O Hate! thou art, even when thy life thou shedd'st For love. The ground in many a little dell Was broken, up and down whose steeps befell Alternate victory and defeat; and there
The combatants with rage most horrible Strove, and their eyes started with cracking stare, And impotent their tongues they lolled into the air,- 17. Flaccid and foamy, like a mad dog's hanging.
Want, and moon-madness, and the pest's swift bane When its shafts smite-while yet its bow is twanging- Have each their mark and sign, some ghastly stain; And this was thine, O War! of hate and pain Thou loathed slave! I saw all shapes of death,
And ministered to many, o'er the plain While carnage in the sunbeam's warmth did seethe, Till twilight o'er the east wove her serenest wreath. 18. The few who yet survived, resolute and firm,
Around me fought. At the decline of day, Winding above the mountain's snowy term, New banners shone: they quivered in the ray Of the sun's unseen orb. Ere night the array Of fresh troops hemmed us in. Of those brave bands I soon survived alone :--and now I lay Vanquished and faint, the grasp of bloody hands I felt, and saw on high the glare of falling brands,
19. When on my foes a sudden terror came,
And they fled, scattering.-Lo! with reinless speed A black Tartarian horse of giant frame
Comes trampling o'er the dead; the living bleed
Beneath the hoofs of that tremendous steed, On which, like to an angel, robed in white,
Sate one waving a sword. The hosts recede And fly, as through their ranks with awful might Sweeps in the shadow of eve that phantom swift and bright. 20. And its path made a solitude.—I rose
And marked its coming; it relaxed its course As it approached me, and the wind that flows Through night bore accents to mine ear whose force Might create smiles in death.- The Tartar horse Paused, and I saw the shape its might which swayed, And heard her musical pants, like the sweet source Of waters in the desert, as she said,
"Mount with me, Laon, now!"-I rapidly obeyed. 21. Then "Away! away!" she cried, and stretched her sword As 'twere a scourge over the courser's head, And lightly shook the reins.-We spake no word, But like the vapour of the tempest fled
Over the plain; her dark hair was dispread Like the pine's locks upon the lingering blast; Over mine eyes its shadowy strings it spread Fitfully, and the hills and streams fled fast, As o'er their glimmering forms the steed's broad shadow 22. And his hoofs ground the rocks to fire and dust, His strong sides made the torrents rise in spray And turbulence, as if a whirlwind's gust
Surrounded us ;-and still away, away,
Through the desert night we sped, while she alway Gazed on a mountain which we neared, whose crest, Crowned with a marble ruin, in the ray
Of the obscure stars gleamed ;-its rugged breast The steed strained up, and then his impulse did arrest 23. A rocky hill which overhung the ocean.
From that lone ruin, when the steed that panted Paused, might be heard the murmur of the motion Of waters (as in spots for ever haunted
By the choicest winds of heaven, which are enchanted To music by the wand of Solitude,
That wizard wild), and the far tents implanted
Upon the plain be seen by those who stood
Thence marking the dark shore of ocean's curvèd flood. 24. One moment these were heard and seen-another
Passed; and the two who stood beneath that night Each only heard, or saw, or felt, the other. As from the lofty steed she did alight, Cythna (for, from the eyes whose deepest light Of love and sadness made my lips feel pale
With influence strange of mournfullest delight, My own sweet Cythna looked) with joy did quail, And felt her strength in tears of human weakness fail.
25. And for a space in my embrace she rested,
Her head on my unquiet heart reposing,
While my faint arms her languid frame invested.
At length she looked on me, and, half unclosing
Her tremulous lips, said: " Friend, thy bands were losing The battle, as I stood before the king
In bonds.-I burst them then, and, swiftly choosing The time, did seize a Tartar's sword, and spring Upon his horse, and, swift as on the whirlwind's wing, 26. "Have thou and I been borne beyond pursuer,-
And we are here."-Then, turning to the steed, She pressed the white moon on his front with pure And rose-like lips, and many a fragrant weed From the green ruin plucked, that he might feed ;- But I to a stone seat that maiden led,
And, kissing her fair eyes, said "Thou hast need Of rest; and I heaped up the courser's bed
In a green mossy nook, with mountain flowers dispread. 27. Within that ruin, where a shattered portal
Looks to the eastern stars (abandoned now By man, to be the home of things immortal, Memories like awful ghosts which come and go, And must inherit all he builds below,
When he is gone), a hall stood; o'er whose roof Fair clinging weeds with ivy pale did grow, Clasping its grey rents with a verdurous woof, A hanging dome of leaves, a canopy moon-proof. 28. The autumnal winds, as if spell-bound, had made A natural couch of leaves in that recess, Which seasons none disturbed,--but, in the shade Of flowering parasites, did Spring love to dress With their sweet blooms the wintry loneliness Of those dead leaves, shedding their stars whene'er The wandering wind her nurslings might caress; Whose intertwining fingers ever there
Made music wild and soft that filled the listening alr. 29. We know not where we go, or what sweet dream May pilot us through caverns strange and fair Of far and pathless passion, while the stream Of life our bark doth on its whirlpools bear, Spreading swift wings as sails to the dim air : Nor should we seek to know, so the devotion Of love and gentle thoughts be heard still there Louder and louder from the utmost ocean Of universal life, attuning its commotion.
30. To the pure all things are pure. Oblivion wrapped Our spirits, and the fearful overthrow
Of public hope was from our being snapped,
Though linked years had bound it there; for now
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