Pro. And what art thou, O melancholy Voice? The Earth. I am the Earth, Thy mother; she within whose stony veins, Whose thin leaves tremble in the frozen air, My sphered light wane in wide Heaven; the sea Draining their growth, for my wan breast was dry Breathed on her child's destroyer; aye, I heard Yet my innumerable seas and streams, Mountains, and caves, and winds, and yon wide air, And the inarticulate people of the dead, Preserve, a treasured spell. We meditate In secret joy and hope those dreadful words, But dare not speak them. Pro. Venerable mother! All else who live and suffer take from thee Some comfort; flowers, and fruits, and happy sounds, And love, though fleeting; these may not be mine. The Earth. They shall be told. Ere Babylon was dust, The Magus Zoroaster, my dead child,. Met his own image walking in the garden. That apparition, sole of men, he saw. For know there are two worlds of life and death. Have sprung, and trampled on my prostrate sons, Of the Supreme may sweep thro' vacant shades, Of a fallen palace. Pro. Mother, let not aught Of that which may be evil pass again Ione. My wings are folded o'er mine ears My wings are crossed o'er mine eyes; May it be no ill to thee, O thou of many wounds! Near whom, for our sweet sister's sake, Pan. The sound is of whirlwind underground, Earthquake, and fire, and mountains cloven; The shape is awful like the sound, Clothed in dark purple, star-inwoven. A sceptre of pale gold To stay steps proud, o'er the slow cloud Cruel he looks, but calm and strong, Like one who does, not suffers, wrong. Pantasm of Jupiter. Why have the secret powers of this strange world riven me, a frail and empty phantom, hither Pro. Tremendous Image, as thou art must be He whom thou shadowest forth. I am his foe, The Titan. Speak the words which I would hear, Although no thought inform thine empty voice. The Earth. Listen! And tho' your echoes must be mute, Grey mountains, and old woods, and haunted springs, Prophetic caves, and isle-surrounding streams, Rejoice to hear what yet ye cannot speak. Phan. A spirit seizes me and speaks within. It tears me as fire tears a thunder-cloud. Pan. See, how he lifts his mighty looks! the Heaven Darkens above. Pro. I see the curse on gestures proud and cold, Phantasm. Fiend, I defy thee! With a calm fixed mind Lightning, and cutting hail, and legioned forms Aye, do thy worst. Thou art omnipotent. O'er all things but thyself I gave thee power, In darkness over those I love: And thus devote to sleepless agony This undeclining head while thou must reign on high. But thou, who art the God and Lord: O thou Clasp thee, his torturer, like remorse; "Till thine Infinity shall be A robe of envenomed agony, And thine Omnipotence a crown of pain, To cling like burning gold round thy dissolving brain. Heap on thy soul, by virtue of this Curse, Ill deeds, then be thou damned, beholding good Both infinite as is the universe, And thou, and thy self-torturing solitude. Though now thou sittest, let the hour Come when thou must appear to be And after many a false and fruitless crime [time. Scorn track thy lagging fall thro' boundless space and Pro. Were these my words, O Parent? The Earth. They were thine Pro. It doth repent me: words are quick and vain: Grief for awhile is blind, and so was mine. 1 wish no living thing to suffer pain. The Earth. Misery, O misery to me, Your refuge, your defence, lies fallen and vanquished First Echo. Lies fallen and vanquished! Second Echo. Fallen and vanquished! Ione. Fear not: 'tis but some passing spasm, With golden-sandalled feet, that glow Under plumes of purple dye, Like rose-ensanguined ivory, A Shape comes now, Stretching on high from his right hand Pan. 'Tis Jove's world-wandering herald, Mercury Ione. And who are those with hydra tresses And iron wings that climb the wind, Whom the frowning God repress es |