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"But one was mate, her cheeks and lips most fair,
Changing their hue like lilies newly blown,
Beneath a bright acacia's shadowy hair,
Wared by the wind amid the sunny noon,
Showed that her soul was quivering; and full soon
That Youth arose, and breathlessly did look
On her and me, as for some speechless boon:
I smiled, and both their hands in mine I took,
And felt a soft delight from what their spirits shook.

CANTO IX.
1.

That night we anchored in a woody bay,
And sleep no more around us dared to hover
Than, when all doubt and fear has past away,
It shades the couch of some unresting lover,
Whose heart is now at rest: thus night past over
In mutual joy :—around, a forest grew

Of poplars and dark oaks, whose shade did cover
The waning stars, prankt in the waters blue,
And trembled in the wind which from the morning
flew.

ii.

■ The joyous mariners, and each fiee maiden,
Now brought from the deep forest many a bough,
With woodland spoil most innocently laden;
Soon wreaths of budding foliage seemed to flow
Over the roast and sails, the stern and prow
Were canopied with blooming boughs,—the while
On the slant sun's path o'er the waves we go
Rejoicing, like the dwellers of an isle

Doomed to pursue those waves that cannot cease to smile.

m. "The many ships spotting the dark blue deep With snowy sails, fled fast as ours came nigh, In fear and wonder; and on every steep Thousands did gaze, they heard the startling cry, Like earth's own voice lifted unconquerably To all her children, the unbounded mirth, The glorious joy of thy name—Liberty! They beard!—As o'er the mountains of the earth From peak to peak leap on the beams of morning's birth:

rv. "So from that cry over the boundless hills, Sodden was caught one universal sound, Like a volcano's voice, whose thunder fills Remotest skies,—such glorious madness found A path through human hearts with stream which

drowned Its struggling fears and cares, dark custom's brood; They knew not whence it came, but felt around A wide contagion poured—they called aloud On Liberty—that name lived on the sunny flood.

V.

■ We reached the port—alas! from many spirits
The wisdom which had waked that cry, was fled,
Like the brief glory which dark Heaven inherits
From the false dawn, which fades ere it is spread,
Upon the night's devouring darkness shed:
Yet soon bright day will burst—even like a chasm
Of fire, to burn the shrouds outworn and dead,
Which wrap the world ; a wide enthusiasm,
To cleanse the fevered world as with an earth-
quake's spasm 1

"I walked through the great City then, but free
From shame or fear; those toil-worn Mariners
And happy Maidens did encompass me;
And like a subterranean wind that stirs
Some forest among caves, the hopes and fears
From every human soul, a murmur strange
Made as I past; and many wept, with tears
Of joy and awe, and winged thoughts did range,
And half-extinguished words, which prophesied of
change.

"For, with strong speech I tore the veil that hid
Nature, and Truth, and Liberty, and Love,—
As one who from some mountain's pyramid,
Points to the unrisen sun !—the shades approve
His truth, and flee from every stream and

grove.
Thus, gentle thoughts did many a bosom fill,—
Wisdom the mail of tried affections wove
For many a heart, and tameless scorn of ill
Thrice steeped in molten steel the unconquerable

will.

"Some said I was a maniac wild and lost; Some, that I scarce had risen from the grave The Prophet's virgin bride, a heavenly ghost:— Some said I was a fiend from my weird cave, Who had stolen human shape, and o'er the wave, The forest, and the mountain, came ;—some said I was the child of God, sent down to save Women from bonds and death, and on my head The burthen of their sins would frightfully be laid.

"But soon my human words found sympathy
In human hearts: the purest and the best,
As friend with friend made common cause with me,
And they were few, but resolute ;—the rest,
Ere yet success the enterprise had blest,
Leagued with me in their hearts}—their meals, their
Their hourly occupations, were possest [slumber,
By hopes which I had armed to overnumber

Those hosts of meaner cares, which life's strong wings encumber.

x. "But chiefly women, whom my voice did waken From their cold, careless, willing slavery, Sought me: one truth their dreary prison has

shaken, They looked around, and lo! they became free! Their many tyrants sitting desolately In slave-deserted halls, could none restrain; For wrath's red fire had withered in the eye, WhoBe lightning once was death,—nor fear, nor gain

Could tempt one captive now to lock another's chain.

XI.

■ Those who were sent to bind me, wept, and felt
Their minds outsoar the bonds which clasped them
Even as awaxenshape may waste and melt [round,
In the white furnace; and a visioned swound,
A pause of hope and awe, the City bound,
Which, like the silence of a tempest's birth,
When in its awful shadow it has wound
The sun, the wind, the ocean, and the earth,
Hung terrible, ere yet the lightnings have leapt
forth.

"Like clouds inwoven in the silent sky,

By winds from distant regions meeting there,

In the high name of truth and liberty,

Around the City millions gathered were,

By hopes which sprang from many a hidden lair;

Words, which the lore of truth in hues of grace

Arrayed, thine own wild songs which in the air

Like homeless odours floated, and the name

Of thee, and many a tongue which thou hadst dipped in flame.

im. "The Tyrant knew his power was gone, hut Fear, The nurse of Vengeance, bade him wait the event— That perfidy and custom, gold and prayer, And whatsoe'er, when force is impotent, To fraud the sceptre of the world has lent, Might, as he judged, confirm his failing sway. Therefore throughout the streets, the Priests he To curse the rebels.—To their gods did they [sent

For Earthquake, Plague, and Want, kneel in the public way.

XIV.

"And grave and hoary men were bribed to tell From seats where law is made the slave of wrong, How glorious Athens in her splendour fell, Because her sons were free,—and that among Mankind, the many to the few belong, By Heaven, and Nature, and Necessity. They said, that age was truth, and that the young Marred with wild hopes the peace of slavery, With which old times and men had quelled the vain and free.

XV.

"And with the falsehood of their poisonous lips
They breathed on the enduring memory
Of sages and of bards a brief eclipse;
There was one teacher, whom necessity
Had armed with strength and wrong against man-
IIis slave and his avenger aye to be; [kind,

That we were weak and sinful, frail and blind, And that the will of one was peace, and we Should seek fornought on earth but toil and misery.

"' For thus we might avoid the hell hereafter.' So spake the hypocrites, who cursed and lied; Alas, their sway was past, and tears and laughter Clung to their hoary hair, withering the pride Which in their hollow hearts dared still abide; And yet obscener slaves with smoother brow, And sneers on their strait lips, thin, blue, and

wide, Said, that the rule of men was over now, And hence, the subject world to woman's will must

bow;

xvn. "And gold was scattered through the streets, and Flowed at a hundred feasts within the wall, [wine In vain I The steady towers in Heaven did shine As they were wont, nor at the priestly call Left Plague her banquet in the yEthiop's hall, Nor Famine from the rich man's portal came, Where at her ease she ever preys on all Who throng to kneel for food: nor fear, nor shame, Nor faith, nor discord, dimmed hope's newly-kindled flame.

"For gold was as a god whose faith began To fade, so that its worshippers were few, And Faith itself, which in the heart of man Gives shape, voice, name, to spectral Terror, knew Its downfall, as the altars lonelier grew, Till the Priests stood alone within the fane; The shafts of falsehood unpolluting flew, And the cold sneers of calumny were vain The union of the free with discord's brand to stain.

"The rest thou knowest Lo!—we two are here—

We have survived a ruin wide and deep —
Strange thoughts are mine.—I cannot grieve nor
Sitting with thee upon this lonely steep [fear,
I smile, though human love should make me weep.
We have survived a joy that knows no sorrow,
And I do feel a mighty calmness creep
Over my heart, which can no longer borrow
Its hues from chance or change, dark children of
to-morrow.

XX.

"We know not what will come—yet, Laon, dearest, Cythna shall be the prophetess of love, Her lips shall rob thee of the grace thou wearest, To hide thy heart, and clothe the shapes which rovs Within the homeless future's wintry grove; For I now, sitting thus beside thee, seem Even with thy breath and blood to Uve and move, And violence and wrong are as a dream Which rolls from steadfast truth, an unreturning stream.

XXI.

"The blasts of autumn drive the winged seeds Over the earth,—next come the snows, and rain. And frosts, and storms, which dreary winter leads Out of his Scythian cave, a savage train; Behold I Spring sweeps over the world again, Shedding soft dews from her aetherial wings; Flowers on the mountains, fruits over the plain, And music on the waves and woods she flings, And love on all that lives, and calm on lifeless things.

XXII.

"0Spring! oftiope,aiHllc>ve,andyouth,and gladness, Wind-winged emblem 1 brightest, best, and fairest! Whence comest thou, when, with dark winter's

sadness The tears that fade in sunny smiles thou shares' Sister of joy! thou art the child who wearest Thy mother's dying smile, tender and sweet; Thy mother Autumn, forwhose grave thou bearest Fresh flowers, and beams like flowers, with gentle

feet, [sheet.

Disturbing not the leaves which are her winding

"Virtue, and Hope, and Love, like light and Heaven,
Surround the world.—We are their chosen slaves.
Has not the whirlwind of our spirit driven
Truth's deathless germs to thought'sremotest caves!
Lo, Winter comes!—the grief of many graves,
The frost of death, the tempest of the sword,
The flood of tyranny, whose sanguine waves
Stagnate like ice at Faith, the enchanter's word,
And bind all human hearts in its repose abhorred

* The seeds axe sleeping in the soil: meanwhile The tyrant peoples dungeons with his prey; Pale victims on the guarded scaffold smile Because they cannot speak; and, day by day, The moon of wasting Science wanes away Among her stars, and in that darkness vast The sons of earth to their foul idols pray, And grey Priests triumph, and like blightor blast A shade of selfish care o'er human looks is cast.

"This is the Winter of the world;—and here
We die, even as the winds of Autumn fade,
Expiring in the frore and foggy air.— [made
Behold! Spring comes, though we must pass, who
The promise of its birth,—even as the shade
Which from our death, as from a mountain, flings
The future, a broad sunrise; thus arrayed
As with the plumes of overshadowing wings,
From its dark gulf of chains, Earth like an eagle
springs.

XXVI,

"0 dearest love t we shall be dead and cold
Before this morn may on the world arise:
Wouldst thou the glory of its dawn behold I
Alas! gaze not on me, but turn thine eyes
On thine own heart—it is a paradise
Which everlasting spring has made its own,
And while drear Winter fills the naked skies,
Sweet streams of sunny thought, and flowers fresh

blown Are there, and weave their sounds and odours into

one.

"In their own hearts the earnest of the hope
Which made them great, the good will ever find;
And though some envious shade may interlope
Between the effect and it, one comes behind,
Who aye the future to the past will bind—
Necessity, whose sightless strength for ever
Evil with evil, good with good, must wind
In bands of union, which no power may sever:
They must bring forth their kind, and be divided
never!

* The good and mighty of departed ages
Are in their graves, the innocent and free,
Heroes, and Poets, and prevailing Sages,
Who leave the vesture of their majesty
To adorn and clothe this naked world;—and we
Are like to them—such perish, but they leave
All hope, or love, or truth, or liberty,
Whose forms their mighty spirits could conceive
To be a rule and law to ages that survive.

XXIX.

"So be the turf heaped over our remains
Even in our happy youth, and that strange lot
Whate'er it be, when in these mingling veins
The blood is still, be ours; let sense and

thought
Pass from our being, or be numbered not
Among the things that are; let those who come
Behind, for whom our stedfast will has bought
A calm inheritance, a glorious doom,
Insult with careless tread our undivided tomb.

"Our many thoughts and deeds, our life and love, Our happiness, and all that we have been, Immortally must live, and burn, and move, When we shall be no more; the world has seen A type of peace; and as some most serene And lovely spot to a poor maniac's eye, After long years, some sweet and moving scene Of youthful hope returning suddenly, Quells his long madness—thus man shall remember thee.

XXXI.

"And calumny meanwhile shall feed on us, As worms devour the dead, and near the throne And at the altar, most accepted thus Shall sneers and curses be ;—what we have done None shall dare vouch, though it be truly known; That record shall remain, when they must pass Who built their pride on its oblivion; And fame, in human hope which sculptured was, Survive the perished scrolls of unenduring brass.

"The while we two, beloved, must depart,
And Sense and Reason, those enchanters fair,
Whose wand of power is hope, would bid the heart
That gazed beyond the wormy grave despair:
These eyes, these lips, this blood, seems darkly

there
To fade in hideous ruin; no calm sleep
Peopling with golden dreams the stagnant air,
Seems our obscure and rotting eyes to steep
In joy;—but senseless death—a ruin dark and

deep!

xxxin. These are blind fancies. Reason cannot know What sense can neither feel, nor thought conceive; There is delusion in the world—and woe, And fear, and pain—we know not whence we live, Or why, or how, or what mute Power may give Their being to each plant, and star, and beast, Or even these thoughts.—Come near me! I do A chain I cannot break—I am possest [weave With thoughts too swift and strong for one lone human breast.

XXIIV.

"Yes, yes—thy kiss is sweet, thy lips are warm— 0! willingly, beloved, would these eyes, Might they no more drink being from thy form, Even as to sleep whence we again arise, Close their faint orbs in death. I fear nor prize Aught that can now betide, unshared by thee— Yes, Love, when wisdom fails, makes Cythnawise; Darkness and death, if death be true, must be Dearer than life and hope, if unenjoyed with thee.

"Alas! our thoughts flow on with stream, whose

waters Return not to their fountain—Earth and Heaven, The Ocean and the Sun, the clouds their daughters, Winter, and Spring, and Morn, and Noon, and All that we are or know, is darkly driven [Even, Towards one gulf.—Lo! what a change is come Since I first spake—but time shall be forgiven, Though it change all but thee !" She ceased—

night's gloom [dome.

Meanwhile had fallen on earth from the sky's sunless Though she had ceased, her countenance, uplifted To heaven, still spake, with solemn glory bright; Her dark deep eyes, her lips, whose motions gifted The air they breathed with love, her locks undight; "Fair star of life and love," I cried," my soul's deWhy lookest thou on the crystalline skiesI [light, 0 that my spirit were yon Heaven of night, Which gazes on thee with its thousand eyes!" She turned to me and smiled—that smile was Paradise!

CANTO X. i. Was there a human spirit in the steed, That th us with his proud voice, ere night was gone, He broke our linked rest! or do indeed All living things a common nature own, And thought erect a universal throne, Where many shapes one tribute ever bear! And Earth, their mutual mother, does she groan To see her sons contend! and makes she bare

Her breast, that all in peace its drainless stores may share!

u. I have heard friendly sounds from many a tongue Which was not human—the lone Nightingale Has answered me with her most soothing song, Out of her ivy bower, when I sate pale With grief, and sighed beneath; from many a dale The Antelopes who flocked for food have spoken With happy sounds, and motions, that avail Like man'sown speech; and such was nowthetoken

Of waning night, whose calm by that proud neigh was broken.

in. Each night, that mighty steed bore me abroad, And I returned with food to our retreat, And dark intelligence; the blood which flowed Over the fields, had stained the courser's feet;— Soon the dust drinks that bitter dew,—then meet The vulture, and the wild-dog, and the snake, The wolf, and the hyssna grey, and eat The dead in horrid truce: their throngs did make

Behind the steed,a chasm like waves in a ship's wake.

IV.

For, from the utmost realms of earth, came

pouring The banded slaves whom every despot sent At that throned traitor's summons; like the roaring Of fire, whose floods the wild doer circumvent In the scorched pastures of the South; so bent The armies of the leagued kings around Their files of steel and flame;—the continent Trembled, as with a zone of ruin bound;

Beneath their feet, the sea shook with their navies' sound.

v. From every nation of the earth they came, The multitude of moving heartless things, Whom slaves call men: obediently they came, Like sheep whom from the fold the shepherd brings To the stall, red with blood; their many kings Led them, thus erring, from their native home; Tartar and Frank, and millions whom the wings Of Indian breezes lull, and many a band

The Arctic Anarch sent, and ldumea's sand,

Fertile in prodigies and lies;—so there Strange natures made a brotherhood of ill. The desert savage ceased to grasp in fear His Asian shield and bow, when, at the will Of Europe's subtler son, the bolt would kill Some shepherd sitting on a rock secure; But smiles of wondering joy bis face would fill, And savage sympathy: those slaves impure, Each one tile other thus from ill to ill did lure.

For traitorously did that foul Tyrant robe
His countenance in lies;—even at the hour
When he was snatched from death, then o'er the

globe,
With secret signs from many a mountain tower,
With smoke by day, and fire by night, the power
Of kings and priests, those dark conspirators
He called:—they knew his cause their own, and

swore Like wolves and serpents to their mutual wars Strange truce, with many a rite which Earth and

Heaven abhors.

Myriads had come—millions were on their way; The Tyrant passed, surrounded by the steel Of hired assassins, through the public way, Choked with his country's dead;—his footsteps reel On the fresh blood—he smiles. "Aye, now I (eel I am a King in truth!" he said, and took His royal seat, and bade the torturing wheel Be brought, and fire, and pincers, and the hook, And scorpions I that his soul on its revenge might look.

IX.

"But first, go slay the rebels.—Why return The victor bands!" he said : "millions yet lire, Of whom the weakest with one word might turn The scales of victory yet;—let none survive But those within the walla—each fifth shall give The expiation for his brethren here.— Go forth, and waste and kill;"—" O king, forgive My speech," a soldier answered ;—" but we fear The spirits of the night, and morn is drawing near;

X.

"For we were slaying still without remorse,
And now that dreadful chief beneath my hand
Defenceless lay, when on a hell-black horse,
An Angel bright as day, waving a brand
Which flashed among the stars, passed.''—* Dost

thou stand Parleying with me, thou wretch 1" the king replied; "Slaves, bind him to the wheel; and of this band, Whoso will drag that woman to his side That scared him thus, may burn his dearest foe

beside;

XI.

"And gold and glory shall bo his—Go forth I" They rushed into the plain.—Loud was the roar Of their career: the horsemen shook the earth; The wheeled artillery's speed the pavement tore; The infantry, file after file, did pour [slew

Their clouds on the utmost hills. Five days they Among the wasted fields: the sixth saw gore Stream through the city; on the seventh, the dew Of slaughter became stiff; and there was peace ■

Peace in the desert fields and villages,
Between the glutted beasts and mangled dead!
Peace in the silent streets! save when the cries
Of victims, to their fiery judgment led,
Made pale their voiceless lips, who seemed to

dread
Even in their dearest kindred, lest some tongue
Be faithless to the fear yet unbetrayed;
Peace in the Tyrant's palace, where the throng
Waste the triumphal hours in festival and song 1

Day after day the burning Sun rolled on Over the death-polluted land;—it came Out of the east like fire, and fiercely shone A lamp of Autumn, ripening with its flame The few lone ears of corn;—the sky became Stagnate with heat, so that each cloud and blast Languished and died; the thirsting air did claim All moisture, and a rotting vapour past From the unburied dead, invisible and fast.

First Want, then Plague, came on the beasts; their
Failed, and they drew the breath of its decay, [food
Millions on millions, whom the scent of blood
Had lured, or who, from regions far away,
Had tracked the hosts in festival array,
From their dark deserts; gaunt and wasting now,
Stalked like fell shades among their perished prey;
In their green eyes a strange disease did glow,
They sank in hideous spasm, or pains severe and
slow.

IV.

The fish were poisoned in the streams; the birds In the green woods perished; the insect race Was withered up ; the scattered flocks and herds Who had survived the wild beasts' hungry chase Died moaning, each upon the other's face In helpless agony gazing; round the City All night, the lean hyaenas their sad case Like starving infants wailed—a woeful ditty! And many a mother wept, pierced with unnatural pity.

ZVL

Amid the aerial minarets on high,
The ^Ethiopian vultures fluttering fell
From their long line of brethren in the sky,
Startling the concourse of mankind.—Too well
These signs the coming mischief did foretell:—
Strange panic first, a deep and sickening dread
Within each heart, like ice, did sink and dwell,
A voiceless thought of evil, which did spread

With the quick glance of eyes, like withering lightnings shed.

xvn. Day after day, when the year wanes, the frosts Strip its green crown of leaves, till all is bare; So on those strange and congregated hosts Came Famine, a swift shadow, and the air Groaned with the burden of a new despair; Famine, than whom Misrule no deadlier daughter Feeds from her thousand breasts, though sleeping there [Slaughter,

With lidlcss eyes, lie Faith, and Plague, and

A ghastly brood; conceived of Lethe's sullen water.

There was no food; the corn was trampled down,
The flocks and herds had perished; on the shore
The dead and putrid fish were ever thrown:
The deeps were foodless, and the winds no more
Creaked with the weight of birds, but, as before
Those winged things sprang forth, were void of

shade;
The vines and orchards, Autumn's golden store,
Were burned; so that the meanest food was weighed
With gold, and Avarice died before the god it made.

There was no corn—in the wide market-place All loathliest things, even human flesh, was sold; They weighed it in small scales—and many a face Was fixed in eager horror then: his gold The miser brought; the tender maid, grown bold Through hunger, bared her scorned cliarmsin vain; The mother brought her eldest-born, controlled By instinct blind as love, but turned again And bade her infant suck, and died in silent pain.

Then fell blue Plague upon the race of man. "O, for the sheathed steel, so late which gave Oblivion to the dead, when the streets ran [grave With brothers' blood! 0, that the earthquake's Would gape, or Ocean lift its stifling wave I" Vain cries—throughout the streets, thousands Each by his fiery torture, howl and rave, [pursued Or sit, in frenzy's unimagined mood, Upon fresh heaps of dead—a ghastly multitude.

It was not hunger now, but thirst. Each well
Was choked with rotting corpses, and became
A cauldron of green mist made visible
At sunrise. Thither still the myriads came,
Seeking to quench the agony of the flame [veins;
Which raged like poison through their bursting
Naked they were from torture, without shame,
Spotted with nameless scars and lurid blains,

Childhood, and youth, and age, writhing in savage pains.

xxu. It was not thirst but madness I Many saw Their own lean image everywhere ; it went A ghastlier self beside them, till the awe Of that dread sight to self-destruction sent Those shrieking victims; some, ere life was spent, Sought, with a horrid sympathy, to shed Contagion on the sound; and others rent Their matted hair, and cried aloud," We tread

On fire! the avenging Power his hell on earth has spread."

zxni. Sometimes the living by the dead were hid. Near the great fountain in the public square, Where corpses made a crumbling pyramid Under the sun, was heard one stifled prayer For life, in the hot silence of the air; And strange 'twas, amid that hideous heap

to see Some shrouded in their long and golden hair, As if not dead, but slumbermg quietly,

Like forms which sculptors carve, then love to agony.

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