LXII. But other troubled forms of sleep she saw, And pale imaginings of vision'd wrong, Written upon the brows of old and young: And little did the sight disturb her soul- Our course unpiloted and starless make But she in the calm depths her way could take, Where in bright bowers immortal forms abide, Beneath the weltering of the restless tide. LXIV. And she saw princes couch'd under the glow She saw the priests asleep,--all of one sort, The peasants in their huts, and in the port The sailors she saw cradled on the waves, And the dead lull'd within their dreamless graves. LXV. And all the forms in which those spirits lay Move in the light of their own beauty thus. But these, and all, now lay with sleep upon them, And little thought a Witch was looking on them. LXVI. She all those human figures breathing there And often through a rude and worn disguise And then, she had a charm of strange device, Which murmur'd on mute lips with tender tone, Could make that spirit mingle with her own. LXVII. Alas, Aurora! what wouldst thou have given, For such a charm, when Tithon became gray! Or how much, Venus, of thy silver Heaven Wouldst thou have yielded, ere Proserpina Had half (oh! why not all?) the debt forgiven Which dear Adonais had been doom'd to pay, To any witch who would have taught you it! The Heliad doth not know its value yet. LXVIII. "Tis said in after-times her spirit free Knew what love was, and felt itself aloneBut holy Dian could not chaster be Before she stoop'd to kiss Endymion, Than now this lady-like a sexless bee Tasting all blossoms, and confined to noneAmong those mortal forms, the wizard maiden Pass'd with an eye serene and heart unladen. LXIX. To those she saw most beautiful, she gave LXX. For on the night that they were buried, she Of second childhood's swaddling-bands, and took LXXI. And there the body lay, age after age, Mute, breathing, beating, warm, and undecaying, Like one asleep in a green hermitage, With gentle sleep about its eyelids playing, And living in its dreams beyond the rage Of death or life; while they were still arraying In liveries ever new, the rapid, blind And fleeting generations of mankind. LXXII. And she would write strange dreams upon the brain LXXIII. The priests would write an explanation full, And nothing more; and bid the herald stick The old cant down; they licensed all to speak Whate'er they thought of hawks, and cats, and geese, By pastoral letters to each diocese. LXXIV. The king would dress an ape up in his crown And robes, and seat him on his glorious seat, And on the right hand of the sunlike throne Would place a gaudy mock-bird to repeat The chatterings of the monkey.-Every one Of the prone courtiers crawl'd to kiss the feet Of their great Emperor when the morning came; And kiss'd-alas, how many kiss the same! LXXV. The soldiers dream'd that they were blacksmiths, and Had bound a yoke, which soon they stoop'd to bear. To seek, to [ ], to strain with limbs decay'd, Nor wanted here the just similitude Of a triumphal pageant, for where'er The chariot roll'd, a captive multitude Linping to reach the light which leaves them still Farther behind and deeper in the shade. But not the less with impotence of will Was driven;-all those who had grown old in power They wheel, though ghastly shadows interpose Or misery, all who had their age subdued By action or by suffering, and whose hour All those whose fame or infamy must grow Till the great winter lay the form and name Of this green earth with them for ever low; Round them and round each other, and fulfil I would have added-is all here amiss? But a voice answer'd-" Life!”—I turn'd, and knew (Oh Heaven, have mercy on such wretchedness!) That what I thought was an old root which grew And why God made irreconcilable With the spent vision of the times that were And that the grass, which methought hung so wide "Frederic, and Paul, Catherine, and Leopold, Were or had been eyes:-" If thou canst forbear "I will unfold that which to this deep scorn "If thirst of knowledge shall not then abate, Follow it thou even to the night, but I And hoary anarchs, demagogues, and sage- "For in the battle, life and they did wage, Am weary.”—Then like one who with the weight New figures on its false and fragile glass Of his own words is stagger'd, wearily He paused; and ere he could resume, I cried: "First, who art thou?"-" Before thy memory, "I fear'd, loved, hated, suffer'd, did and died, "Corruption would not now thus much inherit Of what was once Rousseau,-nor this disguise "As the old faded."-" Figures ever new "Our shadows on it as it pass'd away. "All that is mortal of great Plato there Stain'd that which ought to have disdain'd to wear it; The star that ruled his doom was far too fair, "If I have been extinguish'd, yet there rise A thousand beacons from the spark I bore" And life, where long that flower of Heaven grew not, Conquer'd that heart by love, which gold, or pain, "And who are those chain'd to the car?"-"The wise, Or age, or sloth, or slavery could subdue not. "The great the unforgotten,-they who wore Mitres and helms and crowns, or wreaths of light, Signs of thought's empire over thought-their lore ] twain, "And near walk the [ The tutor and his pupil, whom Dominion "Taught them not this, to know themselves; their might "The world was darken'd beneath either pinion Could not repress the mystery within, [There is a chasm here in the MS. which it is impossible to fill up. It appears from the context, that other shapes pass, and that Rousseau still stood beside the dreamer, as] he pointed to a company, Midst whom I quickly recognized the heirs Of Cæsar's crime, from him to Constantine; "When the sun linger'd o'er his ocean floor, To gild his rival's new prosperity. Thou wouldst forget thus vainly to deplore "Ills, which if ills can find no cure from thee, The thought of which no other sleep will quell Nor other music blot from memory, "So sweet and deep is the oblivious spell; And whether life had been before that sleep The heaven which I imagine, or a hell "Like this harsh world in which I wake to weep I know not. I arose, and for a space The anarch chiefs, whose fierce and murderous snares The scene of woods and waters seem'd to keep, "And what thou wouldst be taught I then may learn" In her bright hand she bore a crystal glass, From thee. Now listen:-In the April prime, When all the forest tips began to burn “With kindling green, touch'd by the azure clime Of the young year's dawn, I was laid asleep Under a mountain, which from unknown time "Had yawn'd into a cavern, high and deep; And from it came a gentle rivulet, Whose water, like clear air, in its calm sweep "Bent the soft grass, and kept for ever wet The stems of the sweet flowers, and fill'd the grove With sounds which whoso hears must needs forget "All pleasure and all pain, all hate and love, Which they had known before that hour of rest; A sleeping mother then would dream not of "Her only child who died upon her breast At eventide-a king would mourn no more The crown of which his brows were dispossest Mantling with bright Nepenthe; the fierce splendo Fell from her as she moved under the mass "Out of the deep cavern, with palms so tender, Their tread broke not the mirror of its billow; She glided along the river, and did bend her "Head under the dark boughs, till like a willow, Her fair hair swept the bosom of the stream That whisper'd with delight to be its pillow. "As one enamor'd is upborne in dream O'er lily-paven lakes 'mid silver mist, To wondrous music, so this shape might seem "Partly to tread the waves with feet which kiss'd The dancing foam; partly to glide along The air which roughen'd the moist amethyst, "Or the faint morning beams that fell among The trees, or the soft shadows of the trees; And her feet, ever to the ceaseless song |