IX. "A thousand years the Earth cried 'Where art thou?' And then the shadow of thy coming fell On Saxon Alfred's olive-cinctured brow: And many a warrior-peopled citadel, Like rocks which fire lifts out of the flat deep, Frowning o'er the tempestuous sea Of kings and priests and slaves, in tower-crowned majesty. That multitudinous anarchy did sweep And burst around their walls like idle foam, Whilst from the human spirit's deepest deep Strange melody with love and awe struck dumb Dissonant arms; and Art, which cannot die, With divine wand traced on our earthly home Fit imagery to pave heaven's everlasting dome. X. "Thou Huntress swifter than the Moon! thou terror Of the world's wolves! thou bearer of the quiver Whose sunlike shafts pierce tempest-wingèd Error, As light may pierce the clouds when they dissever In the calm regions of the orient day! Luther caught thy wakening glance : Like lightning from his leaden lance Reflected, it dissolved the visions of the trance In which, as in a tomb, the nations lay; And England's prophets hailed thee as their qucen, In songs whose music cannot pass away Though it must flow for ever. Not unseen, Before the spirit-sighted countenance Of Milton, didst thou pass from the sad scene Beyond whose night he saw, with a dejected mien. XI. "The eager Hours and unreluctant Years Answered Pity from her cave; Death grew pale within the grave, And Desolation howled to the destroyer ‘Save!' When, like heaven's sun girt by the exhalation Like shadows as if day had cloven the skies XII. "Thou heaven of earth! what spells could pall thee then In ominous eclipse? A thousand years Bred from the slime of deep Oppression's den Round France, the ghastly vintage, stood Rose: armies mingled in obscure array, Like clouds with clouds darkening the sacred bowers Of serene heaven. He, by the past pursued, Rests with those dead but unforgotten hours Whose ghosts scare victor kings in their ancestral towers. XIII. "England yet sleeps: was she not called of old? Spain calls her now,-as with its thrilling thunder Vesuvius wakens Ætna, and the cold Snow-crags by its reply are cloven in sunder : O'er the lit waves every Æolian isle From Pithecusa to Pelorus Howls and leaps and glares in chorus : They cry, 'Be dim, ye lamps of heaven suspended o'er us!' Twins of a single destiny! appeal To the eternal years enthroned before us In the dim West! Impress us from a seal, All ye have thought and done! Time cannot dare conceal. XIV. "Tomb of Arminius! render up thy dead,- Wild Bacchanal of truth's mysterious wine, His dead spirit lives in thee! Why do we fear or hope? Thou art already free !— And glorious world! thou flowery wilderness! Thou island of eternity! thou shrine Where Desolation, clothed with loveliness, Worships the thing thou wert! O Italy, Gather thy blood into thy heart; repress The beasts who make their dens thy sacred palaces ! XV. "Oh that the free would stamp the impious name Of 'King' into the dust; or write it there, So that this blot upon the page of fame Were as a serpent's path which the light air Erases, and the flat sands close behind! Ye the oracle have heard: Lift the victory-flashing sword, And cut the snaky knots of this foul gordian word, The axes and the rods which awe mankind. XVI. "Oh that the wise from their bright minds would kindle Such lamps within the dome of this dim world That the pale name of Priest might shrink and dwindle A scoff of impious pride from fiends impure! Of its own aweless soul, or of the Power unknown. Oh that the words which make the thoughts obscure From which they spring, as clouds of glimmering dew · From a white lake blot heaven's blue portraiture, Were stripped of their thin masks and various hue, And frowns and smiles and splendours not their own, Till in the nakedness of false and true They stand before their lord, each to receive its due ! XVII. "He who taught man to vanquish whatsoever He has enthroned the oppression and the oppressor ! Amplest millions at their need, And power in thought be as the tree within the seed,- Driving on fiery wings to Nature's throne, Over all height and depth '—if Life can breed New wants, and Wealth, from those who toil and groan, Rend, of thy gifts and hers, a thousandfold for one? XVIII. "Come Thou! But lead out of the inmost cave Of man's deep spirit-as the morning star Beckons the Sun from the Eoan wave- To judge with solemn truth Life's ill-apportioned lot,— Of what has been, the Hope of what will be? O Liberty-(if such could be thy name Wert thou disjoined from these, or they from thee)—— If thine or theirs were treasures to be bought By blood or tears, have not the wise and free Wept tears, and blood like tears?"-The solemn harmony XIX. Paused, and the Spirit of that mighty singing When the bolt has pierced its brain; As summer clouds dissolve unburdened of their rain; As a far taper fades with fading night; As a brief insect dies with dying day; My song, its pinions disarrayed of might, Drooped. O'er it closed the echoes far away Of the great voice which did its flight sustain,— As waves which lately paved his watery way Hiss round a drowner's head in their tempestuous play. ARETHUSA. I. ARETHUSA arose From her couch of snows In the Acroceraunian mountains,→ From cloud and from crag, With many a jag, Shepherding her bright fountains. She leapt down the rocks, With her rainbow locks Streaming among the streams; Her steps paved with green Which slopes to the western gleam In murmurs as soft as sleep. The Earth seemed to love her, As she lingered towards the deep. |