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How wonderful is Death,
Death and his brother Sleep!
With lips of lurid blue;
The other, rosy as the morn
It blushes o'er the world:
Hath then the gloomy Power
But loathsomeness and ruin 1 Spare nothing but a gloomy theme, On which the lightest heart might moralize 1 Or is it only a sweet slumber Stealing o'er sensation, Which the breath of roseate morning Chaseth into darkness 1
Will Ianthe wake again, And give that faithful bosom joy Whose sleepless spirit waits to catch Light, life, and rapture, from her smile?
Yes ! she will wake again, Although her glowing limbs are motionless, And silent those sweet lips, Once breathing eloquence That might have soothed a tiger's rage, Or thawed the cold heart of a conqueror. Her dewy eyes are closed, And on their lids, whose texture fine Scarce hides the dark blue orbs beneath, The baby Sleep is pillowed: Her golden tresses shade The bosom's stainless pride, Curling like tendrils of the parasite Around a marble column.
Hark! whence that rushing sound 1
"Pis like the wondrous strain
The enthusiast hears at evening:
The genii of the breezes sweep:
Those lines of rainbow light Are like the moonbeams when they fall Through some cathedral window, but the teints
Are such as may not find
Comparison on earth.
Behold the chariot of the Fairy Queen!
Celestial coursers paw the unyielding air;
Their filmy pennons at her word they furl,
And stop obedient to the reins of light:
And leaning graceful from the ethereal car.
Oh! not the visioned poet in his dreams,
The broad and yellow moon
That form of faultless symmetry;
The pearly and pellucid car
Moved not the moonlight's line:
Those who had look'd upon the sight,
The Fairy's frame was slight; yon fibrous cloud,
From her celestial car
The Fairy Queen descended,
And thrice she waved her wand
Circled with wreaths of amaranth:
As are unheard by all but gifted ear.
Stars! your balmiest influence shed! Elements! your wrath suspend! Sleep, Ocean, in the rocky bounds
That circle thy domain! Let not a breath be seen to stir Around yon grass-grown ruin's height, Let even the restless gossamer Sleep on the moveless air! Soul of Ianthe ! thou, Judged alone worthy of the envied boon That waits the good and the sincere ; that waits Those who have struggled, and with resolute will Vanquished earth's pride and meanness, buret the The icy chains of custom, and have shone [chains, The day-stars of their age ;—Soul of Iauthe! Awake! arise!
Sudden arose lanthe's Soul; it stood AU beautiful in naked purity, The perfect semblance of its bodily frame. Instinct with inexpressible beauty and grace, Each stain of earthliness Had passed away, it reassumed Its native dignity, and stood Immortal amid ruin.
Upon the couch the body lay,
Wantons in endless being.
Spirit! who hast dived so deep; Spirit! who hast soar'd so high; Thou the fearless, thou the mild, Accept the boon thy worth hath earned, Ascend the car with me.
Do I dream? Is this new feeling
If indeed I am a soul,
A free, a disembodied soul,
Speak again to me.
I am the Fairy Mab: to me 'tis given