Studded heaven's dark-blue vault,- The atmosphere in flaming sparkles flew ; The rival of the Andes, whose dark brow Far far below the chariot's path, The mirror of its stillness showed That cradled in their folds the infant dawn. Through the abyss of an immense concave, Radiant with million constellations, tinged With shades of infinite colour, And semicircled with a belt Flashing incessant meteors. The magic car moved on. As they approached their goal, The coursers seemed to gather speed. The sea no longer was distinguished; earth Appeared a vast and shadowy sphere; The sun's unclouded orb Rolled through the black concave ; Parted around the chariot's swifter course, Dashed from the boiling surge Before a vessel's prow. The magic car moved on. Earth's distant orb appeared The smallest light that twinkles in the heavens And countless spheres diffused It was a sight of wonder: some Like Hesperus o'er the western sea; Some dashed athwart with trains of flame, Spirit of Nature! here, In this interminable wilderness That quivers to the passing breeze Is less instinct with thee: Yet not the meanest worm That lurks in graves and fattens on the dead Imperishable as this glorious scene! II. IF solitude hath ever led thy steps Until the sun's broad orb Seemed resting on the burnished wave,— Thou must have marked the braided webs of gold That without motion hang Over the sinking sphere: Thou must have marked the billowy mountain-clouds Edged with intolerable radiancy, Towering like rocks of jet When the sun's highest point Peeps like a star o'er ocean's western edge- Then has thy fancy soared above the earth, Within the Fairy's fane. Yet not the golden islands That gleam amid yon flood of purple light That canopy the sun's resplendent couch, Paving that gorgeous dome, So fair, so wonderful a sight As Mab's etherial palace could afford. Yet likest evening's vault, that fairy hall. As heaven low resting on the wave, it spread Its vast and azure dome; And, on the verge of that obscure abyss The magic car no longer moved. The Fairy and the Spirit Entered the hall of spells. Those golden clouds That rolled in glittering billows Beneath the azure canopy With the etherial footsteps trembled not: The light and crimson mists Floated to strains of thrilling melody Through the vast columns and the pearly shrines. "Spirit," the Fairy said, And pointed to the gorgeous dome, "This is a wondrous sight, And mocks all human grandeur; طورم I But, were it virtue's only meed to dwell Of changeless Nature would be unfulfilled. The Fairy and the Spirit In eloquent silence, through the depths of space There was a little light That twinkled in the misty distance. None but a spirit's eye Might ken that rolling orb; None but a spirit's eye, And in no other place But that celestial dwelling, might behold In those aërial mansions cease to act; Fears to attempt the conquest. The Fairy pointed to the earth. Its kindred beings recognized. The thronging thousands, to a passing view, Seemed like an ant-hill's citizens. How wonderful that even The passions, prejudices, interests, That sway the meanest being, the weak touch That moves the finest nerve, And in one human brain Causes the faintest thought, becomes a link In the great chain of nature! "Behold," the Fairy cried, The remnant of its fame. "Beside the eternal Nile The Pyramids have risen. Nile shall pursue his changeless way; Yea, not a stone shall stand to tell The spot whereon they stood; "Behold yon sterile spot, Where now the wandering Arab's tent Flaps in the desert-blast. There once old Salem's haughty fane |