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And my slain spirit, overwrought with fright, Because I loved her Cold, O cold indeed
Were her fair limbs, and like a common weed Think, my deliverer, how desolate
The sea-swell took her hair. Dead as she was My waking must have been! disgust, and hate, I clung about her waist, nor ceased to pass And terrors manifold divided me
Fleet as an arrow through unfathom'd brine, A spoil amongst them. I prepared to flee
Until there shone a fabric crystalline, Into the dungeon core of that wild wood :
Ribb'd and inlaid with coral, pebble, and pearl. I fled three days—when lo! before me stood
Headlong I darted ; at one eager swirl Glaring the angry witch, 0 Dis, even now, Gain'd its bright portal, enter'd, and behold! A clammy dew is beading on my brow,
"T was vast, and desolate, and icy-cold; At mere remembering her pale laugh, and curse.
And all around-But wherefore this to thee • Ha! ha! Sir Dainty! there must be a nurse
Who in few minutes more thyself shalt see k Made of rose-leaves and thistle-down, express, I left poor Scylla in a niche and fled. To cradle thee, my sweet, and lull thee: yes,
My fever'd parchings up, my scathing dread I am too flinty-hard for thy nice touch:
Met palsy half-way : soon these limbs became My tenderest squeeze is but a giant's clutch. Gaunt, wither'd, sapless, feeble, cramp'd, and lame. So, fairy-thing, it shall have lullabies Unheard of yet; and it shall still its cries
Now let me pass a cruel, cruel space, Upon some breast more lily-feminine.
Without one hope, without one faintest trace Oh, no,-it shall not pine, and pine, and pine Of mitigation, or redeeming bubble More than one pretty, trifling thousand years ;
Of color'd fantasy ; for I fear 't would trouble And then 't were pity, but fate's gentle shears
Thy brain to loss of reason; and next tell Cut short its immortality. Sea-flirt !
How a restoring chance came down to quell Young dove of the waters ! truly I'll not hurt
One half of the witch in me.
* On a day, And must we part ? Ah, yes, it must be so.
Sitting upon a rock above the spray, Yet ere thou leavest me in utter woe,
I saw grow ap from the horizon's brink Let me sob over thee my last adieus,
A gallant vessel : soon she seem'd to sink And speak a blessing : Mark me! Thou hast thews Away from me again, as though her course Immortal, for thou art of heavenly race:
Had been resumed in spite of hindering forceBut such a love is mine, that here I chase
So vanish’d: and not long, before arose Etemally away from thee all bloom
Dark clouds, and muttering of winds morose. of youth, and destine thee towards a tomb.
Old Eolus would stifle his mad spleen, Hence shalt thou quickly to the watery vast ;
But could not : therefore all the billows green And there, ere many days be overpast,
Toss'd up the silver spume against the clouds. Disabled age shall seize thee; and even then
The tem pest came: I saw that vessel's shrouds Thou shalt not go the way of aged men;
In perilous bustle; while upon the deck But live and wither, cripple and still breathe
Stood trembling creatures. I beheld the wreck; Ten hundred years: which gone, I then bequeath
The final gulfing; the poor struggling souls : Thy fragile bones to unknown burial.
I heard their cries amid loud thunder-rolls. Adieu, sweet love, adieu !'-As shot stars fall,
O they had all been saved but crazed eld She fled ere I could groan for mercy. Stung
Annullid my vigorous cravings: and thus quell'd And poison'd was my spirit: despair sung
And curb'd, think on 't, O Latmian! did I sit A war-song of defiance 'gainst all hell.
Writhing with pity, and a cursing fit A hand was at my shoulder to compel
Against that hell-born Circe. The crew had gone, My sullen steps; another 'fore my eyes
By one and one, to pale oblivion ; Moved on with pointed finger. In this guise
And I was gazing on the surges prone, Enforced, at the last by ocean's foam
With many a scalding tear and many a groat, I found me; by my fresh, my native home,
When at my feet emerged an old man's hand, Its tempering coolness, to my life akin,
Grasping this scroll, and this same slender wand Came salutary as I waded in;
I knelt with pain-reach'd out my hand—had grasp'd And, with a blind voluptuous rage, I gave
These treasures—touch'd the knuckles—they w Battle to the swollen billow-ridge, and drave
clasp'dLarge froth before me, while there yet remain'd I caught a finger: but the downward weight Hale strength, nor from my bones all marrow drain'd. O'erpower'd me—it sank. Then 'yan abate
The storm, and through chill anguish, gloom outburst
The comfortable sun. I was athirst “ Young lover, I must weep—such hellish spite To search the book, and in the warming air With dry cheek who can tell ? While thus my might Parted its dripping leaves with eager care. Proving upon this element, dismay'd,
Strange matters did it treat of, and drew on Upon a dead thing's face my hand I laid ;
My soul page after page, till well-nigh I look'd—'twas Scylla! Cursed, cursed Circe! Into forgetfulness; when, stupefied, O vulture-witch, hast never heard of mercy! I read these words, and read again, and tried Could not thy harshest vengeance be content, My eyes against the heavens, and read again But thou must nip this tender innocent
lo what a load of misery and pain
Each Atlas-line bore off!-a shine of hope Began to tear his scroll in pieces small,
And having done it, took his dark-blue cloak
But first a little patience; first undo A total opposition ? No one. So
This tangled thread, and wind it to a clue. One million times ocean must ebb and flow, Ah, gentle! 'tis as weak as spider's skein; And he oppressid. Yet he shall not die,
And shouldst thou break it-What, is it done so clean? These things accomplish'd :-If he utterly A power overshadows thee! Oh, brave! Scans all the depths of magic, and expounds The spite of hell is tumbling to its grave. The meanings of all motions, shapes, and sounds; Here is a shell ; 'tis pearly blank to me, If he explores all forms and substances
Nor mark'd with any sign or characteryStraight homeward to their symbol-essences ; Canst thou read aught? O read for pity's sake! He shall not die. Moreover, and in chief, Olympus ! we are safe! Now, Carian, break He must pursue this task of joy and grief, This wand against yon lyre on the pedestal.” Most piously ;-all lovers tempest-tost, And in the savage overwhelming lost,
'Twas done : and straight with sudden swell and He shall deposit side by side, until
fall Time's creeping shall the dreary space fulfil: Sweet music breathed her soul away, and sigh’d Which done, and all these labors ripened,
A lullaby to silence.—“ Youth! now strew A youth, by heavenly power beloved and led, These minced leaves on me, and passing through Shall stand before him; whom he shall direct Those files of dead, scatter the same around, How to consummate all. The youth elect And thou wilt see the issue.”—'Mid the sound, Must do the thing, or both will be destroy’d.'” of flutes and viols, ravishing his heart,
Endymion from Glaucus stood apart,
And scatter'd in his face some fragments light. “ Then," cried the young Endymion, overjoy'd, How lightning-swift the change! a youthful wight “We are twin brothers in this destiny !
Smiling beneath a coral diadem,
Appear'd, and, stepping to a beauteous corse, What! if from thee my wandering feet had swerved, Kneelid down beside it, and with tenderest force Had we both perish'd ?"_“ Look!" the sage replied, Press'd its cold hand, and wept,—and Scylla sigh'd ! * Dost thou not mark a gleaming through the tide, Endymion, with quick hand, the charm applied or divers brilliances? 't is the edifice
The nymph arose : he left them to their joy, I told thee of, where lovely Scylla lies;
And onward went upon his high employ, And where I have enshrined piously
Showering those powerful fragments on the dead
Of gladness in the air-while many, who
They gazed upon Endymion. Enchantment These warrior thousands on the field supine : Grew drunken, and would have its head and bent. So in that crystal place, in silent rows,
Delicious symphonies, like airy flowers, Poor lovers lay at rest from joys and woes.- Budded, and swell’d, and, full-blown, shed full showThe stranger from the mountains, breathless, traced Such thousands of shut eyes in order placed ; Of light, soft, unseen leaves of sounds divine Such ranges of white feet, and patient lips The two deliverers tasted a pure wine All ruddy.—for here death no blossom nips. of happiness, from fairy-press oozed out. He mark'd their brows and foreheads ; saw their hair Speechless they eyed each other, and about Put sleekly on one side with nicest care ;
The fair assembly wander'd to and fro, And each one's gentle wrists, with reverence, Distracted with the richest overflow Put crosswise to its heart.
Of joy that ever pour'd from heaven.
Away!" " Let us commence Shouted the new-born god; “ Follow, and pay (Whisper'd the guide, stuttering with joy) even now." Our piety to Neptunus supreme!"He spake, and, trembling like an aspen-bough, | Then Scylla, blushing sweetly from her dream,
They led on first, bent to her meek surprise, Disclosed the thunder-gloomings in Jove's air ; Through portal columns of a giant size
But soothed as now, flash'd sudden everywhere, Into the vaulted, boundless emerald.
Noiseless, submarine cloudlets, glittering Joyous all follow'd, as the leader callid,
Death to a human eye: for there did spring Down marble steps ; pouring as easily
From natural west, and east, and south, and north, As hour-glass sand, -and fast, as you might see A light as of four sunsets, blazing forth Swallows obeying the south summer's call, A gold-green zenith 'bove the Sea-God's head. Or swans upon a gentle waterfall.
Of lucid depth the floor, and far outspread
As breezeless lake, on which the slim canoe Thus went that beautiful multitude, not far,
Of feather'd Indian darts about, as through Ere from among some rocks of glittering spar,
The delicatest air: air verily, Just within ken, they saw descending thick
But for the portraiture of clouds and sky: Another multitude. Whereat more quick
This palace floor breath-air,—but for the amaze Moved either host. On a wide sand they met,
Of deep-seen wonders motionless,—and blaze And of those numbers every eye was wet;
Of the dome pomp, reflected in extremes,
They stood in dreams
Till Triton blew his horn. The palace rang; To tell ; 't is dizziness to think of it.
The Nereids danced; the Syrens faintly sang ;
And the great Sea-King bow'd his dripping head. This mighty consummation made, the host
Then Love took wing, and from his pinions shed Moved on for many a league ; and gain'd, and lost
On all the multitude a nectarous dew,
Fair Scylla and her guides to conference ;
And when they reach'd the throned eminence “ Behold! behold, the palace of his pride!
She kist the sea-nymph's cheek,—who sat her down God Neptune's palace!” With noise increased,
A toying with the doves. Then,-“ Mighty crown They shoulder'd on towards that brightening east.
And sceptre of this kingdomn!" Venus said, At every onward step proud domes arose
• Thy vows were on a time to Nais paid : In prospect -diamond gleams and golden glows
Behold!”—Two copious tear-drops instant fell Of amber 'gainst their faces levelling.
From the God's large eyes; he smiled delectable, Joyous, and many as the leaves in spring,
And over Glaucus held his blessing hands. Still onward; still the splendor gradual swellid.
· Endymion! Ah! still wandering in the bands Rich opal domes were seen, on high upheld
Of love ? Now this is cruel. Since the hour By jasper pillars, letting through their shafts
I met thee in earth's bosom, all my power A blush of coral. Copious wonder-draughts
Have I put forth to serve thee. What, not yet Each gazer drank ; and deeper drank more near :
Escaped from dull mortality's harsh net? For what poor mortals fragment up, as mere
A little patience, youth! 't will not be long, As marble was there lavish, to the vast
Or I am skilless quite : an idle tongue, Of one fair palace, that far far surpassid,
A humid eye, and steps luxurious, Even for common bulk, those olden three,
Where these are new and strange, are ominous. Memphis, and Babylon, and Nineveh.
Ay, I have seen these signs in one of heaven,
When others were all blind; and were I given As large, as bright, as color'd as the bow
To utter secrets, haply I might say Or Iris, when unfading it doth show
Some pleasant words; but Love will have his day. Beyond a silvery shower, was the arch
So wait awhile expectant. Pr'ythee soon, Through which this Paphian army took its march, Even in the passing of thine honey-moon, Into the outer courts of Neptune's state :
Visit my Cytherea : thou wilt find Whence could be seen, direct, a golden gate, Cupid well-natured, my Adonis kind; To which the leaders sped; but not half raught And pray persuade with thee-Ah, I have done, Ere it burst open swift as fairy thought,
All blisses be upon thee, my sweet son!"-
Knelt to receive those accents halcyon.
In courteous fountains to all cups out-reach'd;
New growth about each shell and pendent lyre;
The which, in entangling for their fire, Far as the mariner on highest mast
Pulld down fresh foliage and coverture Can see all round upon the calmed vast,
For dainty toy. Cupid, empire-sure, So wide was Neptune's hall; and as the blue Flutter'd and laugh'd, and oft-times through the throng Doth vault the waters, so the waters drew Made a delighted way. Then dance, and song, Their doming curtains, high, magnificent,
And garlanding grew wild; and pleasure reign'd. Awed from the throne aloof;-and when storm-rent In harmless tendril they each other chain d,
And strove who should be smother'd deepest in
O'tis a very sin For one so weak to venture his poor verse In such a place as this. O do not curse, High Muses ! let him hurry to the ending.
Open'd again, and from without, in shone
All suddenly were silent. A soft blending Of dulcet instruments came charmingly; And then a hymn.
“ King of the stormy sea !
The palace whirls
Where is my lovely mistress? Well-away!
At Neptune's feet he sank. A sudden ring
Lo! while slow carried through the pitying crowd,
The youth at once arose : a placid lake
“ Breathe softly, flutes ;
“ Bright-wing'd Child! Who has another care when thou hast smiled ?
Muse of my native land! loftiest Muse! Unfortunates on earth, we see at last
O first-born on the mountains ! by the hues All death-shadows, and glooms that overcast
Of heaven on the spiritual air begot: Our spirits, fann'd away by thy light pinions.
Long didst thou sit alone in northern grot, O sweetest essence! sweetest of all minions !
While yet our England was a wolfish den; God of warm pulses, and dishevell'd hair,
Before our forests heard the talk of men; And panting bosoms bare !
Before the first of Druids was a child ;Dear unseen light in darkness ! eclipser
Long didst thou sit amid our regions wild, Of light in light! delicious poisoner!
Rapt in a deep prophetic solitude. Thy venom'd goblet will we quaff until
There came an eastern voice of solemn mood :We fill-we fill!
Yet wast thou patient. Then sang forth the Nine, And by thy Mother's lips
Apollo's garland :-yet didst thou divine
“Come hither, Sister of the Island!” Plain
Was heard no more Spake fair Ausonia ; and once more she spake For clamor, when the golden palace-door
A higher summons :-still didst thou betake
Thee to thy native hopes. O thou hast won And thou, old forest, hold ye this for true,
As doth the voice of love: there's not a breath Our pillows; and the fresh to-morrow morn Will mingle kindly with the meadow air, Seems to give forth its light in very scorn
Till it has panted round, and stolen a share
Upon a bough
Thirst for another love: O impious,
That he can even dream upon it thus – “Ah, woe is me! that I should fondly part Thought he, “Why am I not as are the dead, From my dear native land! Ah, foolish maid ! Since to a woe like this I have been led Glad was the hour, when, with thee, myriads bade Through the dark earth, and through the wondrous ses! Adieu to Ganges and their pleasant fields ! Goddess! I love thee not the less: from thee To one so friendless the clear freshet yields By Juno's smile I turn not—no, no, no A bitter coolness; the ripe grape is sour:
While the great waters are at ebb and flowYet I would have, great gods! but one short hour I have a triple soul! O fond pretence Of native air-let me but die at home.”
For both, for both my love is so immense,
I feel my heart is cut in twain for them."
And so he groan'd, as one by beauty slain.
He sprang from his green covert: there she lay, Anxious as hind towards her hidden fawn.
Sweet as a musk-rose upon new-made hay;
With all her limbs on tremble, and her eyes “ Is no one near to help me? No fair dawn
Shut softly up alive. To speak he tries : Of life from charitable voice? No sweet saying
“ Fair damsel, pity me! forgive me that I To set my dull and sadden'd spirit playing ?
Thus violate thy bower's sanctity! No hand to toy with mine? No lips so sweet
O pardon me, for I am full of grief, That I may worship them? No eyelids meet
Grief born of thee, young angel ! fairest thief! To twinkle on my bosom? No one dies
Who stolen hast away the wings where with Before me, till from these enslaving eyes
I was to top the heavens. Dear maid, sath
Thou art my executioner, and I feel
Will in a few short hours be nothing to me,
And all my story that much passion slew me: Into a whirlpool. Vanish into air,
Do smile upon the evening of my days : Warm mountaineer! for canst thou only bear
And, for my tortured brain begins to craze, A woman's sigh alone and in distress?
Be thou my nurse; and let me understand See not her charms! Is Phæbe passionless ? How dying I shall kiss thy lily hand.Phæbe is fairer far– gaze no more :
Dost weep for me? Then should I be content. Yet if thou wilt behold all beauty's store,
Scowl on, ye fates! until the firmament Behold her panting in the forest grass !
Out-blackens Erebus, and the full-cavern'd earth Do not those curls of glossy jet surpass
Crumbles into itself. By the cloud girth For tenderness the arms so idly lain
Of Jove, those tears have given me a thirst Amongst them? Feelest not a kindred pain,
To meet oblivion.”—As her heart would burst To see such lovely eyes in swimming search
The maiden sobb'd awhile, and then replied: After some warm delight, that seems to perch
" Why must such desolation betide Dove-like in the dim cell lying beyond
As that thou speakest of? Are not these green noobs Their upper lids ?-Hist!
Empty of all misfortune? Do the brooks
Utter a gorgon voice? Does yonder thrush, “O for Hermes' wand, Schooling its half-fledged little ones to brush To touch this flower into human shape!
About the dewy forest, whisper tales That woodland Hyacinthus could escape
Speak not of grief, young stranger, or cold snails From his green prison, and here kneeling down Will slime the rose to-night. Though if thou wzit Call me his queen, his second life's fair crown! Methinks 't would be a guilt a very guiltAh me, how I could love !-My soul doth melt Not to companion thee, and sigh away For the unhappy youth-Love! I have felt The light--the dusk-the dark-til break of day! So faint a kindness, such a meek surrender “ Dear lady," said Endymion, " 'tis past : To what my own full thoughts had made too tender, I love thee! and my days can never last. That but for tears my life had fled away
That I may pass in patience, still speak : Ye deaf and senseless minutes of the day, Let me have music dying, and I seek