I started to behold her, for delight And exultation, and a joyance free,
Solemn, serene, and lofty, filled the light
Of the calm smile with which she looked on me: So that I feared some brainless ecstacy,
Wrought from that bitter woe, had bewildered her- Farewell! farewell!' she said, as I drew nigh. 'At first my peace was marred by this strange stir, Now I am calm as truth-its chosen minister.
'Look not so, Laon-say farewell in hope: These bloody men are but the slaves who hear Their mistress to their task-it was my scope The slavery where they drag me now to share, And among captives willing chains to wear Awhile the rest thou knowest-return, dear friend! Let our first triumph trample the despair
Which would ensnare us now, for in the end
In victory or in death our hopes and fears must blend.'
These words had fallen on my unheeding ear, Whilst I had watched the motions of the crew With seeming careless glance; not many were Around her, for their comrades just withdrew To guard some other victim-so I drew My knife, and with one impulse suddenly, All unaware, three of their number slew.
And grasped a fourth by the throat, and with loud cry My countrymen invoked to death or liberty!
What followed then I know not-for a stroke On my raised arm and naked head came down, Filling my eyes with blood-when I awoke, I felt that they had bound me in my swoon, And up a rock which overhangs the town By the steep path were bearing me: below, The plain was filled with slaughter,-overthrown The vineyards and the harvests, and the glow
Of blazing roofs shone far o'er the white Ocean's flow.
Upon that rock a mighty column stood, Whose capital seemed sculptured in the sky, Which to the wanderers o'er the solitude Of distant seas, from ages long gone by, Had many a landmark; o'er its height to fly Scarcely the cloud, the vulture, or the blast, Has power-and when the shades of evening lie On Earth and Ocean, its carv'd summits cast The sunken day-light far thro' the aerial waste.
They bore me to a cavern in the hill
Beneath that column, and unbound me there: And one did strip me stark: and one did fill A vessel from the putrid pool; one bare A lighted torch, and four with friendless care Guided my steps and cavern-paths along, Then up a steep and dark and narrow stair We wound, until the torches' fiery tongue Amid the gushing day beamless and pallid hung.
They raised me on the platform of the pile, That column's dizzy height:-the grate of brass, Thro' which they thrust me, open stood the while. As to its ponderous and suspended mass, With chains which eat into the flesh, alas!" With brazen links, my naked limbs they bound: The grate, as they departed to repass,
With horrid clangour fell, and the far sound
Of their retiring steps in the dense gloom was drowned
The noon was calm and bright:-around that column The overhanging sky and circling sea
Spread forth in silentness profound and solemn The darkness of brief frenzy cast on me,
So that I knew not my own misery:
The islands and the mountains in the day
Like clouds reposed afar; and I could see The town among the woods below that lay,
And the dark rocks which bound the bright and glassy
It was so calm, that scarce the feathery weed Sown by some eagle on the topmost stone Swayed in the air:-so bright that noon did breed No shadow in the sky beside mine own- Mine, and the shadow of my chain alone. Below, the smoke of roofs involved in flame Rested like night; all else was clearly shown In the broad glare, yet sound to me none came, But of the living blood that ran within my frame.
The peace of madness fled, and ah, too soon! A ship was lying on the sunny main: Its sails were flagging in the breathless noon- Its shadow lay beyond-that sight again Waked with its presence, in my tranced brain The strings of a known sorrow, keen and cold: I knew that ship bore Cythna o'er the plain Of waters, to her blighting slavery sold,
And watched it with such thoughts as must remain un• told.
I watched until the shades of evening wrapt Earth like an exhalation-then the bark Moved, for that calm was by the sunset snapt. It moved a speck upon the Ocean dark; Soon the wan stars came forth, and I could mark Its path no more!-I sought to close mine eyes, But, like the balls, their lids were stiff and stark; I would have risen, but, ere that I could rise, My parched skin was split with piercing agonies.
I gnawed my brazen chain, and sought to sever Its adamantine links, that I might die. O Liberty forgive the base endeavour, Forgive me, if, reserved for victory,
The Champion of thy faith e'er sought to fly.-- That starry night, with its clear silence, sent Tameless resolve which laughed at misery Into my soul-linked remembrance lent
To that such power, to me such a severe content.
To breathe, to be, to hope, or to despair And die, I questioned not; nor, though the Sun Its shafts of agony kindling thro' the air Moved over me, nor though in evening dun, Or when the stars their visible courses run, Or morning, the wide universe was spread In dreary calmness round me, did I shun Its presence, nor seek refuge with the dead
From one faint hope whose flower a dropping poison shed.
Two days thus past-I neither raved nor died- Thirst raged within me, like a scorpion's nest Built in mine entrails. I had spurned aside The water-vessel, while despair possest
My thoughts, and now no drop remained! The uprest Of the third sun brought hunger-but the crust, Which, had been left, was to my craving breast Fuel, not food. I chewed the bitter dust,
And bit my bloodless arm, and licked the brazen rust
My brain began to fail when the forth morn Burst o'er the golden isles-a fearful sleep, Which, through the caverns dreary and forlorn Of the riven soul, sent its foul dreams to sweep With whirlwind swiftness-a fall far and deep,- A gulph, a void, a sense of senselessness- These things dwelt in me, even as shadows keep Their watch in some dim charnel's loneliness, A shoreless sea, a sky sunless and planetless!
The forms which peopled this terrific trance I well remember-like a quire of devils, Around me they involved a giddy dance; Legions seemed gathering from the misty levels Of Ocean, to supply those ceaseless revels, Foul ceaseless shadows:-thought could not divide The actual world from these entangling evils, Which so bemocked themselves, that I descried All shapes like mine own self, hideously multiplied.
The sense of day and night, of false and true, Was dead within me. Yet two visions burst That darkness-one, as since that hour I knew, Was not a phantom of the realms accurst, Where then my spirit dwelt-but of the first I know not yet, was it a dream or no.
But both, tho' not distincter, were immersed
In hues which, when thro' memory's waste they flow. Make their divided streams more bright and rapid now
Methought that gate was lifted, and the seven, Who brought me thither, four stiff corpses bare, And from the frieze to the four winds of Heaven Hung them on high by the entangled hair: Swarthy were three-the fourth was very fair; As they retired, the golden moon upsprung, And eagerly, out in the giddy air,
Leaning that I might eat, I stretched and clung Over the shapeless depth in which those corpses hung.
A woman's shape, now lank, and cold and blue,
The dwelling of the many-coloured worm Hung there, the white and hollow cheek I drew To my dry lips-what radiance did inform
Those horny eyes? whose was that withered form? Alas, alas! it seemed that Cythna's ghost
Laughed in those looks, and that the flesh was warm Within my teeth!-a whirlwind keen as frost Then in its sinking gulphs my sickening spirit tost.
Then seemed it that a tameless hurricane
Arose, and bore me in its dark career
Beyond the sun, beyond the stars that wane
On the verge of formless space-it languished there And, dying, left a silence lone and drear, More horrible than famine:-in the deep The shape of an old man did then appear, Stately and beautiful; that dreadful sleep
His heavenly smiles dispersed, and I could wake and
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