Or a swift eagle in the morning glare Breasting the whirlwind with impetuous flight, The pinnace, oared by those enchanted wings, Clove the fierce streams towards their upper springs. XLVI. The water flashed like sunlight by the prow In tempest down the mountains,-loosely driven XLVII. Or, when the weary moon was in the wane, Her spirit; but sailed forth under the light His storm-outspeeding wings, th' Hermaphrodite; She to the Austral waters took her way, Beyond the fabulous Thamondocona. XLVIII. Where, like a meadow which no scythe has shaven, Which rain could never bend, or whirl-blast shake, With the Antarctic constellations paven, Canopus and his crew, lay th' Austral lakeThere she would build herself a windless haven Out of the clouds whose moving turrets make The bastions of the storm, when through the sky The spirits of the tempest thundered by. XLIX. A haven, beneath whose translucent floor Hemmed in with rifts and precipices grey, L. And whilst the outer lake beneath the lash Of the winds' scourge, foamed like a wounded thing; And the incessant hail with stony clash Ploughed up the waters, and the flagging wing Of the roused cormorant in the lightning flash Looked like the wreck of some wind-wandering Fragment of inky thunder-smoke-this haven Was as a gem to copy Heaven engraven. LI. On which that lady played her many pranks, Outspeeds the Antelopes which speediest are, LII. And then she called out of the hollow turrets Of those high clouds, white, golden, and vermilion, The armies of her ministering spirits In mighty legions million after million They came, each troop emblazoning its merits They pitched upon the plain of the calm mere. LIII. They framed the imperial tent of their great Queen Of woven exhalations, underlaid With lambent lightning-fire, as may be seen A dome of thin and open ivory inlaid LIV. And on a throne o'erlaid with starlight, caught She sate, and heard all that had happened new Between the earth and moon since they had brought The last intelligence—and now she grew Pale as that moon, that moon, lost in the watery night— And now she wept, and now she laughed outright. LV. These were tame pleasures.-She would often climb Ride singing through the shoreless air. Oft time. She ran upon the platforms of the wind, LVI. And sometimes to those streams of upper air, LVII. But her choice sport was, in the hours of sleep, Of utmost Axumé, until he spreads, LVIII. By Moris and the Mareotid lakes, Strewn with faint blooms like bridal chamber floors; Where naked boys bridling tame water-snakes, Or charioteering ghastly alligators, Had left on the sweet waters mighty wakes Of those huge forms :—within the brazen doors Of the great Labyrinth slept both boy and beast, Tired with the pomp of their Osirian feast. LIX. And where within the surface of the river And never are erased-but tremble ever Like things which every cloud can doom to die, Through lotus-pav'n canals, and wheresoever The works of man pierced that serenest sky With tombs, and towers, and fane, 'twas her delight To wander in the shadow of the night. LX. With motion like the spirit of that wind Whose soft step deepens slumber, her light feet Past through the peopled haunts of human kind, Scattering sweet visions from her presence sweet Through fane and palace-court and labyrinth mined With many a dark and subterranean street Under the Nile; through chambers high and deep She past, observing mortals in their sleep. LXI. A pleasure sweet doubtless it was to see There a lone youth who in his dreams did weep; Within, two lovers linked innocently In their loose locks which over both did creep Like ivy from one stem ;—and there lay calm, Old age with snow-bright hair and folded palm. LXII. But other troubled forms of sleep she saw, And pale imaginings of visioned wrong, 66 Written upon the brows of old and young: 'This," said the wizard maiden, "is the strife Which stirs the liquid surface of man's life." |