THE TRIUMPH OF LIFE. SWIFT as a spirit hastening to his task Of darkness fell from the awakened Earth- Of light, the Ocean's orison arose, To which the birds tempered their matin lay. All flowers in field or forest which unclose Their trembling eyelids to the kiss of day, Swinging their censers in the element, With orient incense lit by the new ray Burned slow and inconsumably, and sent Their odorous sighs up to the smiling air; And, in succession due, did continent, Isle, ocean, and all things that in them wear The form and character of mortal mould, Rise as the sun their father rose, to bear Their portion of the toil, which he of old Had kept as wakeful as the stars that gem Which an old chesnut flung athwart the steep Was at my feet, and Heaven above my head, Under the self-same bough, and heard as there As in that trance of wondrous thought I lay, Thick strewn with summer dust, and a great stream All hastening onward, yet none seemed to know Whither he went, or whence he came, or why He made one of the multitude, and so Was borne amid the crowd, as through the sky Mixed in one mighty torrent did appear: And others as with steps towards the tomb, Of their own shadow walked and called it death; But more with motions, which each other crost, Upon that path where flowers never grew, Out of their mossy cells for ever burst; With over-arching elms and caverns cold, And as I gazed, methought that in the way And a cold glare intenser than the noon, “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 "Taught them not this, to know themselves; their Could not repress the mystery within, [might And for the morn of truth they feigned, deep night "Caught them ere evening."-"Who is he with chin Upon his breast, and hands crost on his chain?"— "The Child of a fierce hour; he sought to win "The world, and lost all that it did contain "Without the opportunity which bore Him on its eagle pinions to the peak From which a thousand climbers have before 66 Fallen, as Napoleon fell."-I felt my cheek That every pigmy kicked it as it lay; And why God made irreconcilable Good and the means of good; and for despair With the spent vision of the times that were names which the world thinks always old, "For in the battle life and they did wage, She remained conqueror. I was overcome By my own heart alone, which neither age, "Nor tears, nor infamy, nor now the tomb Could temper to its object."- "Let them pass," I cried, "the world and its mysterious doom "Is not so much more glorious than it was, That I desire to worship those who drew New figures on its false and fragile glass "As the old faded."-" Figures ever new Rise on the bubble, paint them as you may; We have but thrown, as those before us threw, "Our shadows on it as it past away. But mark how chained to the triumphal chair The mighty phantoms of an elder day; "All that is mortal of great Plato there Expiates the joy and woe his master knew not: The star that ruled his doom was far too fair, "And life, where long that flower of Heaven grew not, Conquered that heart by love, which gold, or pain, "And near him walk the [ "The world was darkened beneath either pinion "The other long outlived both woes and wars, Throned in the thoughts of men, and still had kept The jealous key of truth's eternal doors, "If Bacon's eagle spirit had not leapt "To wake, and lead him to the caves that held "The passions which they sung, as by their strain May well be known: their living melody Tempers its own contagion to the vein "Of those who are infected with it-I Have suffered what I wrote, or viler pain, And so my words have seeds of misery!". [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 recognised the heirs Had founded many a sceptre-bearing line, Who rose like shadows between man and God; For the true sun it quenched-" Their power was If it be but a world of agony."- "So sweet and deep is the oblivious spell; "Like this harsh world in which I wake to I know not. I arose, and for a space The scene of woods and waters seemed to keep, "Though it was now broad day, a gentle trace "Was filled with magic sounds woven into one "Burned on the waters of the well that glowed "Amid the sun, as he amid the blaze "Mine eyes are sick of this perpetual flow "And how and by what paths I have been brought Why this should be, my mind can compass not; "Whither the conqueror hurries me, still less ;- "And what thou wouldst be taught I then may learn From thee. Now listen:-In the April prime, When all the forest tips began to burn "With kindling green, touched by the azure clime "Had yawned into a cavern, high and deep; "Bent the soft grass, and kept for ever wet 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 "When the sun lingered o'er his ocean floor, "Ills, which if ills can find no cure from thee, Floor of the fountain, paved with flashing rays, "A Shape all light, which with one hand did fling "A silver music on the mossy lawn; "In her right hand she bore a crystal glass, Fell from her as she moved under the mass "Out of the deep cavern, with palms so tender, "As one enamoured is upborne in dream "Partly to tread the waves with feet which kissed "Of leaves, and winds, and waves, and birds, and And falling drops moved to a measure new, "( Up from the lake a shape of golden dew "And still her feet, no less than the sweet tune To which they moved, seemed as they moved to blot The thoughts of him who gazed on them; and soon "All that was, seemed as if it had been not; 66 Trampled its sparks into the dust of death; "Of darkness re-illumine even the least Of heaven's living eyes-like day she came, Making the night a dream; and ere she ceased "To move, as one between desire and shame Suspended, I said-If, as it doth seem, Thou comest from the realm without a name, "Into this valley of perpetual dream, "Beside my path, as silent as a ghost; But the new Vision, and the cold bright car, With solemn speed and stunning music, crost "The forest, and as if from some dread war Triumphantly returning, the loud million Fiercely extolled the fortune of her star. "A moving arch of victory, the vermilion And green and azure plumes of Iris had Built high over her wind-winged pavilion, "And underneath ethereal glory clad The wilderness, and far before her flew The tempest of the splendour, which forbade "Shadow to fall from leaf and stone; the crew Seemed in that light, like atomies to dance Within a sunbeam;-some upon the new "Embroidery of flowers, that did enhance Show whence I came, and where I am, and why- The grassy vesture of the desert, played, Pass not away upon the passing stream. "Arise and quench thy thirst, was her reply. "I rose; and, bending at her sweet command, "Where the first wave had more than half erased The track of deer on desert Labrador; Whilst the wolf, from which they fled amazed, "Leaves his stamp visibly upon the shore, Until the second bursts;-so on my sight Burst a new vision, never seen before, "And the fair shape waned in the coming light, As veil by veil the silent splendour drops From Lucifer, amid the chrysolite "Of sun-rise, ere it tinge the mountain tops; And as the presence of that fairest planet, Although unseen, is felt by one who hopes "That his day's path may end as he began it, In that star's smile, whose light is like the scent Of a jonquil when evening breezes fan it, "Or the soft note in which his dear lament The Brescian shepherd breathes, or the caress That turned his weary slumber to content;1 "So knew I in that light's severe excess The presence of that shape which on the stream Moved, as I moved along the wilderness, Forgetful of the chariot's swift advance; "Others stood gazing, till within the shade Of the great mountain its light left them dim; Others outspeeded it; and others made "Circles around it, like the clouds that swim Round the high moon in a bright sea of air; And more did follow, with exulting hymn, "The chariot and the captives fettered there:But all like bubbles on an eddying flood Fell into the same track at last, and were "Borne onward. I among the multitude Was swept-me, sweetest flowers delayed not long; Me, not the shadow nor the solitude; "Me, not that falling stream's Lethean song; Me, not the phantom of that early form, Which moved upon its motion-but among "The thickest billows of that living storm I plunged, and bared my bosom to the clime Of that cold light, whose airs too soon deform. "Before the chariot had begun to climb The opposing steep of that mysterious dell, Behold a wonder worthy of the rhyme "Of him who from the lowest depths of hell, Through every paradise and through all glory, Love led serene, and who returned to tell "The words of hate and care; the wondrous story How all things are transfigured except Love; For deaf as is a sea, which wrath makes hoary, "The world can hear not the sweet notes that move The sphere whose light is melody to loversA wonder worthy of his rhyme-the grove "Grew dense with shadows to its inmost covers, The earth was grey with phantoms, and the air Was peopled with dim forms, as when there hovers "A flock of vampire-bats before the glare Of the tropic sun, bringing, ere evening, Strange night upon some Indian vale;-thus were |