My years have been no slumber, but the prey Of ceaseless vigils; for I had the share Of life which might have fill'd a century, Before its fourth in time had pass'd me by. And for the remnant which may be to come I am content; and for the past I feel Not thankless,-for within the crowded sum Of struggles, happiness at times would steal, And for the present, I would not benumb My feelings further.--Nor shall I conceal That with all this I still can look around, And worship Nature with a thought profound. For thee, my own sweet sister, in thy heart I know myself secure, as thou in mine; We were and are-I am, even as thou art Beings who ne'er each other can resign: It is the same, together or apart, From life's commencement to its slow decline We are entwined-let death come slow or fast, The tie which bound the first endures the last! July, 1816. 1830. STANZAS FOR MUSIC THEY say that Hope is happiness : But genuine Love must prize the past, And Memory wakes the thoughts that bless: They rose the first-they set the last; And all that Memory loves the most Was once our only Hope to be, And all that Hope adored and lost Hath melted into Memory. Alas! it is delusion all ; The future cheats us from afar, Nor can we be what we recall, Nor dare we think on what we are. ?... 1829. DARKNESS I HAD a dream, which was not all a dream. The bright sun was extinguish'd, and the stars Did wander darkling in the eternal space, Rayless, and pathless, and the icy earth Swung blind and blackening in the moonless air; Morn came and went-and came, and brought no day, And men forgot their passions in the dread Of this their desolation: and all heartWere chill'd into a selfish prayer for light; And they did live by watchfires-and the thrones, The palaces of crowned kings-the hut. The habitations of all things which dwell, Were burnt for beacons; cities were consumed, And men were gather'd round their blazing homes To look once more into each other's face; Happy were those who dwelt within the eye Of the volcanos, and their mountaintorch : A fearful hope was all the world contain'd; Forests were set on fire-but hour by hour They fell and faded--and the crackling trunks Extinguish'd with a crash-and all was black. The brows of men by the despairing ligi.t Wore an unearthly aspect, as by fits The flashes fell upon them; some lay down And hid their eyes and wept; and some did rest Their chins upon their clenched hands and smiled; And others hurried to and fro, and fel Their funeral piles with fuel, and look'd up With mad disquietude on the dull sky, The pall of a past world; and then agair With curses cast them down upon the dust, And gnash'd their teeth and howl'd: th wild birds shriek'd And, terrified, did flutter on the ground And flap their useless wings; the wild est brutes Came tame and tremulous; and viper crawl'd And twined themselves among the mu titude, Which answer'd not with a caress-he died. The crowd was famish'd by degrees; but two Of an enormous city did survive, For an unholy usage; they raked up. And shivering scraped with their cold skeleton hands The feeble ashes, and their feeble breath Blew for a little life, and made a flame Which was a mockery; then they lifted up Their eyes as it grew lighter, and beheld Fach other's aspects-saw, and shriek'd, and died Even of their mutual hideousness they died. Unknowing who he was upon whose brow Famine had written Fiend. The world was void, The populous and the powerful was a lump, Seasonless, herbless, treeless, manless, lifeless, Titan! to thee the strife was given And the inexorable Heaven, Was thine--and thou hast borne it well. All that the Thunderer wrung from thee Was but the menace which flung back And evil dread so ill dissembled, That in his hand the lightnings trembled. Thy Godlike crime was to be kind, Of thine impenetrable Spirit, Which Earth and Heaven could not convulse, A mighty lesson we inherit: Thou art a symbol and a sign To Mortals of their fate and force; Like thee, Man is in part divine, A troubled stream from a pure scurce; His wretchedness, and his resistance, And a firm will, and a deep sense, Its own concenter'd recompense, Triumphant where it dare defy, And making Death a Victory. July, 1816. December, 1816. SONNET TO LAKE LEMAN ROUSSEAU-Voltaire-our Gibbon-and De Staël Leman! these names are worthy of thy shore, Thy shore of names like these! wert thou no more Their memory thy remembrance would recall: To them thy banks were lovely as to all, But they have made them lovelier, for the lore Of mighty minds doth hallow in the core Of human hearts the ruin of a wall Where dwelt the wise and wondrous; but by thee How much more, Lake of Beauty! do we feel, In sweetly gliding o'er thy crystal sea, The wild glow of that not ungentle zeal, Which of the heirs of immortality Is proud, and makes the breath of glory real! July, 1816. December 5, 1816. But this avail'd not :-Good, or evil, life, Powers, passions, all I see in other beings, Have been to me as rain unto the sands, Since that all-nameless hour. I have no dread, And feel the curse to have no natural fear, Nor fluttering throb, that beats with hopes or wishes, Or lurking love of something on the earth. Now to my task.— Mysterious agency! Ye spirits of the unbounded Universe! Whom I have sought in darkness and in light Ye, who do compass earth about, and dwell In subtler essence-ye, to whom the tops I call upon ye by the written charm of him Who is the first among you—by this sign, Which makes you tremble-by the claims, of him Who is undying,-Rise! Appear! The burning wreck of a demolish'd world. A wandering hell in the eternal space : By the strong curse which is upon my soul. The thought which is within me and around me, I do compel ye to my will-Appear! [A star is seen at the darker end of the gallery: it is stationary; and a voice is heard singing. FIRST SPIRIT Mortal! to thy bidding bow'd, SECOND SPIRIT Mont Blanc is the monarch of mountains; They crown'd him long ago On a throne of rocks, in a robe of clouds, Around his waist are forests braced, Or with its ice delay. I am the spirit of the place, Could make the mountain bow And quiver to his cavern'd baseAnd what with me wouldst Thou? THIRD SPIRIT In the blue depth of the waters, Where the wave hath no strife, Where the wind is a stranger, And the sea-snake hath life, Where the Mermaid is decking Her green hair with shells, Like the storm on the surface Came the sound of thy spells; O'er my calm Hall of Coral The deep echo roll'd— To the Spirit of Ocean Thy wishes unfold! FOURTH SPIRIT Where the slumbering earthquake Lies pillow'd on fire, And the lakes of bitumen Rise boilingly higher; FIFTH SPIRIT I am the Rider of the wind, Is yet with lightning warm ; SIXTH SPIRIT My dwelling is the shadow of the night, Why doth thy magic torture me with light? SEVENTH SPIRIT The star which rules thy destiny And thou! beneath its influence born- Can ye not wring from out the hidden realms Ye offer so profusely what I ask? Spirit. It is not in our essence, in our skill; But-thou may'st die. Man. Will death bestow it on me? Spirit. We are immortal, and do not forget; We are eternal; and to us the past Is, as the future, present. Art thou answer'd? Man. Ye mock me-but the power which brought ye here Hath made you mine. Slaves, scoff not at my will! The mind, the spirit, the Promethean spark, The lightning of my being, is as bright. Pervading, and far darting as your own. And shall not yield to yours, though coop'd in clay! Answer, or I will teach you what I am. Spirit. We answer as we answer'd; our reply Is even in thine own words. Ye cannot, or ye will not, aid me. Spirit. Say. What we possess we offer; it is thine: Bethink ere thou dismiss us; ask again : Kingdom, and sway, and strength, and length of days Man. Accursed! what have I to do with days? They are too long already.-Hence-begone! Spirit. Yet pause being here, our will would do thee service; Bethink thee, is there then no other gift Which we can make not worthless in thine eyes? Man. No, none: yet stay--one moment, ere we part, I would behold ye face to face. I hear Your voices, sweet and melancholy sounds, As music on the waters; and I see are, Or one, or all, in your accustom'd forms. |