For other causes I forbore to soothe I could and would not. (Thus I wake in him [Aside. A love of magic art.) Let not this tempest, Nor the succeeding calm excite thy wonder; For by my art the sun would turn as pale 160 As his weak sister with unwonted fear. And in my wisdom are the orbs of Heaven Written as in a record; I have pierced The flaming circles of their wondrous spheres And know them as thou knowest every corner Of this dim spot. Let it not seem to thee That I boast vainly; wouldst thou that I work 170 A charm over this waste and savage wood, Of this rude place, I offer thee the fruit Of years of toil in recompense; whate'er Thy wildest dream presented to thy thought As object of desire, that shall be thine. * * * * 181 And thenceforth shall so firm an amity Rule and adorn the world, can ever make 190 SCENE III.-The DÆMON tempts JUSTINA, who is a Christian. DÆMON. Abyss of Hell! I call on thee, Thou wild misrule of thine own anarchy ! The spirits of voluptuous death, That with their mighty breath They may destroy a world of virgin thoughts; 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 20 My voice,when thy sweet song thou hast began. A VOICE (within). What is the glory far above All else in human life? ALL. Love! love! [While these words are sung, the DÆMON goes out at one door, and JUSTINA enters at another. THE FIRST VOICE. There is no form in which the fire Of love its traces has impressed not. All else in life is 30 ALL. Love! O love! JUSTINA. Thou melancholy thought which art What is the cause of this new power What subtle pain is kindled now ALL. 40 Love, O, love! JUSTINA. 'Tis that enamoured nightingale Who gives me the reply; He ever tells the same soft tale Of passion and of constancy Be silent, Nightingale-no more If a bird can feel his so, 50 60 I fear lest thou should'st teach me, sophist, How arms might be entangled too. Light-enchanted sunflower, thou 70 ALL. Love! love! love! JUSTINA. It cannot be !-Whom have I ever loved? And Cyprian? 80 [She becomes troubled at the name of CYPRIAN. Did I not requite him With such severity, that he has fled Where none has ever heard of him again? May be the occasion whence desire grows bold, 66 I know not what I feel! [More calmly] It must be pity 90 To think that such a man, whom all the world Enough I pity him, and that, in vain, And woe is me! I know not where to find him now, Even should I seek him through this wide world. Enter DEMON. DÆMON. Follow, and I will lead thee where he is. JUSTINA. ΙΟΙ And who art thou, who hast found entrance hither, |