Like winged stars the fire-flies flash and glance Rude, but made sweet by distance;—and a bird Next winter you must pass with me; I'll have Though we eat little flesh and drink no wine, And we'll have fires out of the Grand Duke's wood, Iuepos, from which the River Himera was named, is, with some slight shade of difference, a synonyme of Love. And in spite of * * * and of the devil, Sweet meeting by sad parting to renew :- TO MARY, ON HER OBJECTING TO THE FOLLOWING POEM UPON THE SCORE OF ITS CONTAINING NO HUMAN INTEREST. I. How, my dear Mary, are you critic-bitten, (For vipers kill, though dead,) by some review, That you condemn these verses I have written, Because they tell no story, false or true! What, though no mice are caught by a young kitten, May it not leap and play as grown cats do, Till its claws come? Prithee, for this one time, Content thee with a visionary rhyme. II. What hand would crush the silken-winged fly, Where the swan sings, amid the sun's dominions? III. To thy fair feet a winged Vision came, Whose date should have been longer than a day, And o'er thy head did beat its wings for fame, IV. Wordsworth informs us he was nineteen years Of slow, dull care, so that their roots to hell Might pierce, and their wide branches blot the spheres Of heaven, with dewy leaves and flowers; this well May be, for Heaven and Earth conspire to foil V. My Witch indeed is not so sweet a creature In dressing. Light the vest of flowing metre She wears; he, proud as dandy with his stays, Has hung upon his wiry limbs a dress Like King Lear's "looped and windowed ragged ness." VI. If you strip Peter, you will see a fellow, A lean mark, hardly fit to fling a rhyme at; In shape a Scaramouch, in hue Othello, If you unveil my Witch, no priest nor primate Can shrive you of that sin,—if sin there be In love, when it becomes idolatry. THE WITCH OF ATLAS. I. BEFORE those cruel Twins, whom at one birth The pains of putting into learned rhyme, II. Her mother was one of the Atlantides; The all-beholding Sun had ne'er beholden In his wide voyage o'er continents and seas So fair a creature, as she lay enfolden In the warm shadow of her loveliness;— He kissed her with his beams, and made all golden The chamber of gray rock in which she lay- III. dissolved away. 'Tis said, she was first changed into a vapour, And then into a meteor, such as caper On hill-tops when the moon is in a fit; Then, into one of those mysterious stars Which hide themselves between the Earth and Mars. IV. Ten times the Mother of the Months had bent Her bow beside the folding-star, and bidden With that bright sign the billows to indent The sea-deserted sand: like children chidden, At her command they ever came and went:Since in that cave a dewy splendour hidden, Took shape and motion: with the living form Of this embodied Power, the cave grew warm. V. A lovely lady garmented in light From her own beauty-deep her eyes, as are Two openings of unfathomable night Seen through a tempest's cloven roof;-her hair Dark-the dim brain whirls dizzy with delight, Picturing her form;-her soft smiles shone afar, And her low voice was heard like love, and drew All living things towards this wonder new. VI. And first the spotted camelopard came, Of his own volumes intervolved;-all gaunt And sanguine beasts her gentle looks made tame. They drank before her at her sacred fount: And every beast of beating heart grew bold, Such gentleness and power even to behold. VII. The brinded lioness led forth her young, That she might teach them how they should forego Their inborn thirst of death; the pard unstrung His sinews at her feet, and sought to know, With looks whose motions spoke without a tongue, How he might be as gentle as the doe. The magic circle of her voice and eyes All savage natures did imparadise. VIII. And old Silenus, shaking a green stick Of lilies, and the wood-gods in a crew |