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She moved upon this earth a shape of brightness, Herwhite arms lifted through the shadowy stream
Her spirit o'er the ocean's floating state
Once she was dear, now she was all I had
And this beloved child thus felt the sway To love in human life—this playmate sweet, Of my conceptions, gathering like a cloud This child of twelve years old--so she was made The very wind on which it rolls away : My sole associate, and her willing feet
Hers too were all my thoughts, ere yet, endowed Wandered with mine where earth and ocean meet, With music and with light, their fountains flowed Beyond the aërial mountains whose vast cells In poesy ; and her still and earnest face, The unreposing billows ever beat,
Pallid with feelings which intensely glowed Through forests wide and old, and lawny dells, Within, was turned on mine with speechless grace, Where boughs of incense droop over the emerald Watching the hopes which there her heart had wells.
learned to trace.
And soon I could not have refused her—thus New lore was this old age with its grey hair, For ever, day and night, we two were ne'er And wrinkled legends of unworthy things, Parted, but when brief sleep divided us :
And icy sneers, is nought : it cannot dare And, when the pauses of the lulling air
To burst the chains which life for ever flings Of noon beside the sea had made a lair
On the entangled soul's aspiring wings, For her soothed senses, in my arms she slept, So is it cold and cruel, and is made And I kept watch over her slumbers there, The careless slave of that dark power which brings While, as the shifting visions over her swept, Evil, like blight on man, who, still betrayed, Amid her innocent rest by turns she smiled and Laughs o'er the grave in which his living hopes wept.
She replied earnestly :—“ It shall be mine, “ I am a child :-I would not yet depart.
Millions of slaves from many a dungeon damp To meet thee over the rejoicing plain,
Shall leap in Joy, as the benumbing cramp When myriads at thy call shall throng around Of ages leaves their limbs—no ill may harm The Golden City.”—Then the child did strain Thy Cythna ever-truth its radiant stamp My arm upon her tremulous heart, and wound Has fixed, as an invulnerable charm Her own about my neck, till some reply she found. Upon her children's brow, dark falsehood to disarm.
I smiled, and spake not.—“ Wherefore dost thou “Wait yet awhile for the appointed day-
[smile Thou wilt depart, and I with tears shall stand
Shall then dissolve the world's unquiet trance, It was more hard to turn my unpractised cheek And, multitudinous as the desert sand To scorn and shame, and this beloved spot
Borne on the storm, its millions shall advance, And thee, 0 dearest friend, to leave and murmur not. Thronging round thee, the light of their deliverance.
“ Then, like the forests of some pathless mountain,
We lived a day as we were wont to live,
Mornfled,noon came,evening,then nightdescended,
“ We part !-O Laon, I must dare, nor tremble,
The scene was changed, and away, away, away!
I could not speak, though she had ceased, for now
And I lay struggling in the impotence
(slumber And ere with rapid lips and gathered brow What thoughts had sway o'er Cythna's lonely
I could demand the cause-a feeble shriekThat night, I know not; but my own did seem
It was a feeble shriek, faint, far, and low, As if they might ten thousand years outnumber Arrested me-my mien grew calm and meek, Of waking life, the visions of a dream,
And, grasping a small knife, I went to seek Which hid in one dim gulf the troubled stream That voice among the crowd — 't was Cythna's Of mind; a boundless chaos wild and vast, Whose limits yet were never memory's theme: Beneath most calm resolve did agony wreak And I lay struggling as its whirlwinds past, Its whirlwind rage:-so I past quietly Sometimes for rapture sick, sometimes for pain Till I beheld, where bound, that dearest child did aghast.
lie. Two hours, whose mighty circle did embrace I started to behold her, for delight More time than might make grey the infant world, And exultation, and a joyance free, Rolled thus, a weary and tumultuous space : Solemn, serene, and lofty, filled the light When the third came, like mist on breezes curled, Of the calm smile with which she looked on me : From my dim sleep a shadow was unfurled : So that I feared some brainless ecstacy, Methought, upon the threshold of a cave
Wrought from that bitter woe, had wildered herI sate with Cythna ; drooping briony, pearled “ Farewell! farewell !” she said, as I drew nigh. With dew from the wild streamlet's shattered wave, “ At first my peace was marred by this strangestir, Hung, where we sate, to taste the joys which Nature Now I am calm as truth-its chosen minister.