The dead are on the mount; or, what is left Of those who lived and moved in varied form ;The reeking warrior, with his brains all cleft, And bosom bleeding from the battle-storm; The blushing bride, of nuptial joys bereft, Whilst yet her life was new and love was warm; And those are there whose locks were white with time, And those whose time would scarcely count an hour; And manhood stricken in its boasted prime, And beauty blighted ere the bud could flower; And blasted Genius, with his thought sublime, And soul-aspiring as a sun-lit tower ; All—all are gathered on that mountain's brow: It matters not: with them I'd love to lay, Of dusky shadows in their ghostly mirth ;- From o'er the craggy verge 't were joy to lean, And seeing all things, be ourself unseen, And know that sorrow ne'er to us would come; Assuming but to mock a mortal's mien; Nor lacking language, though our tongue be dumb, Each gossip ghost whose crony news had brought, Though hearing nothing, would absorb a thought. I hate those gloomy vaults made for the dead,— So soon as they 'have spent their parting groan, I've gazed within those vaults, when opened wide: They said unto themselves or seemed to say"We soon will taste of you!" but there they lied! When breathless is this brittle house of clay, 'T will slowly seek a rural church's yard, And rest for aye beneath the grassy sward. II. Some years ago within this city dwelt The sad forebodings of a mortal strife. And prayed that Death would stay his lifted knife, Nor sever thus the ties that bound her here To that meek sufferer her daughter dear. The prayer was vain: she shortly swooned away; They thought her dead, nor deemed her in a trance: Her weeping friends came crowding where she lay, And took through streaining tears their farewell glance. Then came the funeral, with its black array, And slowly forward did the train advance. Within an opened vault the maid was lainAnd then its yawning mouth was closed again. My God!-she was not dead! She woke, and found She burst her coffin; -'t was the strength of Fear! Then wildly did she scream; the rolling sound Reverberated on her startled ear; But none replied: she shrieked, and shrieked in vain! No human voice could answer her again! The mouldy vault she trampled to and fro, In loathsome piles they lay behind - before- Alone! -alone! Among the dead-alone, And breathing thick the foul, unwholesome air! But 'twas not thus to be; remorseless Fate Ay! she was shut mid darkness and the dead! In vain withheld her from the goal she sought. 'T was also bolted on the outer side; And why we know not,- but the bolts were there; And hence 't was useless, yet she fiercely tried To force a passage to the upper air. The stubborn door her feeble strength defied, She could not bear to die! she was so young, And then, her heart's fine chords were newly strung Her sun was rising yet, midway from noon; And now she longed for light, that she might scan If aught could be removed that barred the way; And next she groping felt, to form some plan And from herself - poor, helpless child of clay! With penitential thoughts her prayer was rife,— And oft she promised, if He granted life, She'd seek Religion;-oh! how good she'd be! — Forsaking vain desires and worldly strife, And living only for eternity: Her reckless friends she 'd urge, their souls to save; She calmly rose from that strange place of prayer, And all her anguish she found strength to bear; And so she waited hours, but nothing heard, Or rattling vermin, which were hurrying o'er In droves they came; for, as I said before, Within those dreary caves they found their food. With their long, yellow teeth, she heard them bore, So near, she could have touched them where she stood: But none molested her; no doubt, because They more than had enough to fill their maws. |