Which those poor slaves with weary Of pleasure may be gained, of sorrow Who travel to their home among the This truth is that deep well, whence dead sages draw By the broad highway of the world, and | The unenvied light of hope; the eternal SO With one chained friend, perhaps a jealous foe, The dreariest and the longest journey go. law By which those live, to whom this world Is as a garden ravaged, and whose strife True Love in this differs from gold The wilderness of this Elysian earth. bright, There was a Being whom my spirit oft Met on its visioned wanderings, far aloft, Gazing on many truths; 'tis like thy In the clear golden prime of my youth's The life that wears, the spirit that She met me, robed in such exceeding One object, and one form, and builds That I beheld her not. thereby A sepulchre for its eternity. Mind from its object differs most in this: Evil from good; misery from happiness; The baser from the nobler; the impure Of the sweet kisses which had lulled And frail, from what is clear and must endure. them there, Breathed but of her to the enamoured air; If you divide suffering and dross, you And from the breezes whether low or Each part exceeds the whole; and we And from all sounds, all silence. In the words How much, while any yet remains un- Of antique verse and high romance,—in form, shared, Sound, colour-in whatever checks that Over the sightless tyrants of our fate; But neither prayer nor verse could dis Storm Makes this cold common hell, our life, a That world within this Chaos, mine and doom As glorious as a fiery martyrdom; Her Spirit was the harmony of truth. me, Of which she was the veiled Divinity, The world I say of thoughts that worshipped her : Then, from the caverns of my dreamy And therefore I went forth, with hope youth and fear I sprang, as one sandalled with plumes And every gentle passion sick to death, Feeding my course with expectation's breath, of fire, And towards the loadstar of my one desire, I flitted, like a dizzy moth, whose flight A radiant death, a fiery sepulchre, Into the wintry forest of our life; And stumbling in my weakness and my And half bewildered by new forms, I past Seeking among those untaught foresters If I could find one form resembling hers, Past, like a God throned on a winged In which she might have masked herself planet, from me. Whose burning plumes to tenfold swift- There, -One, whose voice was venomed Into the dreary cone of our life's shade; Sate by a well, under blue nightshade And as a man with mighty loss dis mayed, I would have followed, though the grave between bowers; The breath of her false mouth was like faint flowers, Her touch was as electric poison,-flame Yawned like a gulf whose spectres are Out of her looks into my vitals came, unseen: When a voice said :-"O Thou of hearts the weakest, The phantom is beside thee whom thou seekest." And from her living cheeks and bosom flew A killing air, which pierced like honeydew Into the core of my green heart, and lay Then I-"Where?" the world's echo Upon its leaves; until, as hair grown answered " where!" And in that silence, and in my despair, Over my tower of mourning, if it knew soul; gray O'er a young brow, they hid its unblown prime With ruins of unseasonable time. In many mortal forms I rashly sought The shadow of that idol of my thought. And murmured names and spells which And some were fair—but beauty dies Others were wise-but honeyed words | Alas, I then was nor alive nor dead :— For at her silver voice came Death and betray: me; And from her presence life was radiated And there I lay, within a chaste cold Through the gray earth and branches bed: bare and dead; So that her way was paved, and roofed Of Heaven look forth and fold the above wandering globe With flowers as soft as thoughts of bud- In liquid sleep and splendour, as a robe ; And all their many-mingled influence ding love; And music from her respiration spread Like light, all other sounds were penetrated By the small, still, sweet spirit of that sound, So that the savage winds hung mute around; And odours warm and fresh fell from Dissolving the dull cold in the frore air: Floated into the cavern where I lay, blend, If equal, yet unlike, to one sweet end;- sway Govern my sphere of being, night and day! Thou, not disdaining even a borrowed might; Thou, not eclipsing a remoter light; From Spring to Autumn's sere maturity, Was lifted by the thing that dreamed Towards thine own; till, wrecked in that As smoke by fire, and in her beauty's Alternating attraction and repulsion, Thine went astray and that was rent in glow I stood, and felt the dawn of my long Was penetrating me with living light: Twin Spheres of light who rule this twain; Oh, float into our azure heaven again! return; The living Sun will feed thee from its urn Of golden fire; the Moon will veil her horn This world of love, this me; and into In thy last smiles; adoring Even and birth Morn Awaken all its fruits and flowers, and Will worship thee with incense of calm dart Magnetic might into its central heart; By everlasting laws, each wind and tide breath And lights and shadows; as the star of And Birth is worshipped by those sisters Called Hope and Fear-upon the heart are piled Their offerings,-of this sacrifice divine Which was its cradle, luring to faint A World shall be the altar. bowers Lady mine, The armies of the rainbow-wingèd | Scorn not these flowers of thought, the showers; fading birth And, as those married lights, which Which from its heart of hearts that plant Whose fruit, made perfect by thy sunny The merry mariners are bold and free: eyes, Will be as of the trees of Paradise. Say, my heart's sister, wilt thou sail with me? Our bark is as an albatross, whose nest The day is come, and thou wilt fly Is a far Eden of the purple East; with me. And we between her wings will sit, while Night And Day, and Storm, and Calm, pursue their flight, Our ministers, along the boundless Sea, This land would have remained a solitude But for some pastoral people native there, Who from the Elysian, clear, and golden air Draw the last spirit of the age of gold, Simple and spirited; innocent and bold. The blue Ægean girds this chosen home, With ever-changing sound and light and foam, Kissing the sifted sands, and caverns hoar; And all the winds wandering along the shore Undulate with the undulating tide: There are thick woods where sylvan forms abide; And many a fountain, rivulet, and pond, As clear as elemental diamond, The limbs in chains, the heart in agony, Or serene morning air; and far beyond, The soul in dust and chaos. Emily, A ship is floating in the harbour now, A wind is hovering o'er the mountain's brow; The mossy tracks made by the goats and deer (Which the rough shepherd treads but once a year), Pierce into glades, caverns, and bowers, and halls There is a path on the sea's azure floor, before; isles; falls The halcyons brood around the foamless Illumining, with sound that never fails Accompany the noonday nightingales; The treacherous Ocean has forsworn its And all the place is peopled with sweet airs; wiles ; |