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The magic circle there,
The lifeless atmosphere.
We paused beside the pools that lie
Under the forest bough,
Gulfed in a world below;
Which in the dark earth lay,
than the day-
As in the upper air,
Than any spreading there.
And through the dark-green wood
Out of a speckled cloud.
Can never well be seen,
Of that fair forest green.
With an Elysian glow,
A softer day below.
To the dark water's breast,
leaf and lineament With more than truth exprest, Until an envious wind crept by,
Like an unwelcome thought,
Which from the mind's too faithful eye
Blots one dear image out.
The forests ever green,
Than calm in waters seen.
The keen stars were twinkling,
The stars will awaken,
When the lamp is shattered, The light in the dust lies dead
When the cloud is scattered,
When the lute is broken,
When the lips have spoken,
As music and splendour
The heart's echoes render
song when the spirit is mute :-
Or the mournful surges
When hearts have once mingled,
The weak one is singled
0, Love! who bewailest The frailty of all things here,
Why choose you the frailest For your cradle, your home, and your bier ?
Its passions will rock thee, As the storms rock the ravens on high :
Bright reason will mock thee, Like the sun from a wintry sky.
From thy nest every rafter Will rot, and thine eagle home
Leave thee naked to laughter, When leaves fall and cold winds come.
Rough wind, that moanest loud
Grief too sad for song; Wild wind, when sullen cloud
Knells all the night long; Sad storm, whose tears are vain, Bare woods, whose branches stain, Deep caves and dreary main,
Wail, for the world's wrong.
CHARLES THE FIRST.
SCENE I.-The Pageant to celebrate the arrival of the Queen.
Place for the Marshal of the Masque !
What thinkest thou of this quaint masque, which turns
And Hell to Heaven.