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Yes! she will wake again,
Although her glowing limbs are motionless,

And silent those sweet lips,

Once breathing eloquence
That might have soothed a tyger'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!

'Tis like the wondrous strain
That round a lonely ruin swells,
Which, wandering on the echoing shore,
The enthusiast hears at evening:
'Tis softer than the west winds sigh;
'Tis wilder than the unmeasured notes
, Of that strange lyre whose strings
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:

These the Queen of Spells drew in.

She spread a charm around the spot,
And leaning graceful from the etherial car,

Long did she gaze, and silently,
Upon the slumbering maid.

Oh! not the visioned poet in his dreams,
When silvery clouds float through the wildered brain,
When every sight of lovely, wild, and grand
Astonishes, enraptures, elevates,
When fancy, at a glance, combines

The wondrous and the beautiful,

So bright, so fair, so wild a shape
Hath ever yet beheld,
As that which reined the coursers of the air,
And poured the magic of hergaze
Upon the maiden's sleep.

The broad and yellow moon

Shone dimly through her form

That form of faultless symmetry;
That pearly and pellucid car

Moved not the moonlight's line:

'Twas not an earthly pageant:
Those who had looked upon the sight,

Passing all human glory,

Saw not the yellow moon,

Saw not the mortal scene.

Heard not the night-wind's rush,

Heard not an earthly sound,

Saw but the fairy pageant,

Heard but the heavenly strains

That filled the lonely dwelling.

The Fairy's frame was slight, yon fibrous cloud,
That catches but the palest tinge of even,
And which the straining eye can hardly seize
When melting into eastern twilight's shadow,
Were scarce so thin, so slight; but the fair star
That gems the glittering coronet of morn,
Sheds not a %ht so mild, so powerful,
As that which, bursting from the Fairy's form.
Spread apurpureal halo round the scene.
Yet with an undulating motion,
Swayed to her outline gracefully-


From her celestial car,
The Fairy Queen descended,
And thrice she waved her wand
Circled with wreaths of amaranth;

Her thin and misty form

Moved with the moving air,

And the clear silver tones,

As thus she spoke, were such
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, burst the
The icy chains of custom, and have shone [chains
The day-stars of their age ;—Soul of Ianthe!
Awake! arise!
Sudden arose
Ianthe's soul; it stood
All 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
Wrapt in the depth of slumber:

Its features were fixed and meaningless,
Yet animal life was there,
And every organ yet performed
Its natural functions: 'twas a sight

Of wonder to behold the body and soul.

The self-same lineaments, the same

Marks of identity were there:
Yet, oh, how different! One aspires to Heaven,
Pants for its sempiternal heritage,
And ever-changing, ever-rising still,

Wantons in endless being.
The other, for a time the unwilling sport
Of circumstance and passion, struggles on;
Fleets through its Bad duration rapidly:
Then like an useless and worn-out machine
Rots, perishes, and passes.

Spirit! who hast dived so deep;
Spirit! who has soared 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
But a visioned ghost of slumber .'

If indeed 1 am a soul,
A free, a disembodied soul,
Speak again to me.

I am the Fairy Mab: to me 'tis given
The wonders of the human world to keep:
The secrets of the immeasurable p»st.

In the unfailing consciences of men,
Those stern, unflattering chroniclers, I find:
The future, from the causes which arise
In each event, I gather: not the sting
Which retributive memory implants .
In the hard bosom of the selfish man;
Nor that extatic and exulting throb
Which virtue's votary feels when he sums up
The thoughts and actions of a well-spent day,
Are unforeseen, unregistered by me:
And it is yet permitted me, to rend
The veil of mortal frailty, that the spirit
Clothed in its changeless purity, may know
How soonest to accomplish the great end
For which it hath its being, and may taste
That peace, which in the end all life will share.
This is the meed of virtue; happy Soul,
Ascend the car with me!

The chains of earth's immurement

Fell from Ianthe's spirit;
They shrank and brake like bandages of straw
Beneath a wakened giant's strength.

She knew her glorious change,
And felt in apprehension uncontrolled

New raptures opening round:
Each day-dream of her mortal life,
Each frenzied vision of the slumbers

That closed each well-spent day,

Seemed now to meet reality.

The Fairy and the Soul proceeded;

The silver clouds disparted;
And as the car of magic they ascend,
Again the speechless music swell'd,
Again the coursers of the air
Unfurled their azure pennons, and the Queen
Shaking the beamy reins
Bade them pursue their way.

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