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Of thy deep spirit, reason's mighty lore, And power shall then abound, and hope arise

once more.

XLIII. Can man be free if woman be a slave ? Chain one who lives, and breathes this bound

less air To the corruption of a closed grave! Can they whose mates are beasts, condemned me to bear Scorn, heavier far than toil or anguish, dare To trample their oppressors ? in their home Among their babes, thou knowest a curse

would wear The shape of woman-hoary Crime would

come Behind, and Fraud rebuild religion's tottering


XLIV. “I am a child :-I would not yet depart. When I go forth alone, bearing the lamp Aloft which thou hast kindled in my heart, Millions of slaves from many a dungeon

damp Shall leap in joy, as the benumbing cramp Of ages leaves their limbs—no ill may harm Thy Cythna ever--Truth its radiant stamp

Has fixed, as an invulnerable charm Upon her children's brow, dark Falsehood to


XLV. “Wait yet awhile for the appointed dayThou wilt depart, and I with tears shall


Watching thy dim sail skirt the ocean grey;
Amid the dwellers of this lonely land
I shall remain alone—and thy command
Shall then dissolve the world's unquiet

And, multitudinous as the desert sand

Borne on the storm, its millions shall advance, Thronging round thee, the light of their de


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“Then, like the forests of some pathless

mountain, Which from remotest glens two warring

winds Involve in fire, which not the loosened foun

tain Of broadest floods might quench, shall all

the kinds Of evil catch from our uniting minds The spark which must consume them ;

Cythna then Will have cast off the impotence that binds Her childhood now, and through the paths

of men Will pass, as the charmed bird that haunts the serpent's den.


tro “We part!— Laon, I must dare nor tremble To meet those looks no more !-Oh, heavy

stroke, Sweet brother of my soul! can I dissemble The agony of this thought?”—As thus she

spoke The gathered sobs her quivering accents


And in my arms she hid her beating breast. I remained still for tears—sudden she woke

As one awakes from sleep, and wildly pressed My bosom, her whole frame impetuously pos


XLVIII. “We part to meet again—but yon blue

waste, Yon desert wide and deep holds no recess, Within whose happy silence, thus embraced, We might survive all ills in one caress : Nor doth the grave-I fear 'tis passionless Nor yon cold vacant Heaven:-we meet

again · Within the minds of men, whose lips shall

bless Our memory, and whose hopes its light

retain When these dissevered bones are trodden in

the plain.”

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I could not speak, though she had ceased,

for now The fountains of her feeling, swift and deep, Seemed to suspend the tumult of their flow; So we arose, and by the star-light steep Went homeward-neither did we speak nor

weep, But pale, were calm with passion-thus sub

dued Like evening shades that o'er the mountains

creep, We moved towards our home; where, in this

mood, Each from the other sought refuge in solitude.


What thoughts had sway over my sister's

slumber That night, I know not; but my own did

seem As if they did ten thousand years outnumber Of waking life, the visions of a dream, Which hid in one dim gulph the troubled

stream Of mind; a boundless chaos wild and vast, Whose limits yet were never memory's theme:

And I lay struggling as its whirlwinds passed, Sometimes for rapture sick, sometimes for pain



Two hours, whose mighty circle did embrace More time than might make grey the infant

world, Rolled thus, a weary and tumultuous space : When the third came, like mist on breezes

curled, From my dim sleep a shadow was unfurled : Methought upon the threshold of a cave I sate with Cythna; drooping briony, pearled With dew from the wild streamlet's shattered

wave, Hung, where we sate to taste the joys which

Nature gave.


We lived a day as we were wont to live;

But Nature had a robe of glory on,
And the bright air o'er every shape did

Intenser hues, so that the herbless stone,
The leafless bough among the leaves alone,
Had being clearer than its own could be,
And Cythna's pure and radiant self was

shown In this strange vision, so divine to me, That if I loved before, now love was agony.


Morn fled, noon came, evening, then night

descended, And we prolonged calm talk beneath the

sphere Of the calm moon—when, suddenly, was

blended With our repose a nameless sense of fear; And from the cave behind I seemed to hear Sounds gathering upwards !-accents incom

plete, And stifled shrieks,—and now, more near

and near, A tumult and a rush of thronging feet The cavern's secret depths beneath the earth

did beat.

The scene was changed, and away, away,

away! Through the air and over the sea we sped, And Cythna in my sheltering bosom lay, And the winds bore me-through tbe dark

ness spread Around, the gaping earth then vomited

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