III. My whole life long I learned to love; And speak my passion.-Heaven or hell? ROBERT BROWNING. THE DREAM. I. II. I saw two beings in the hues of youth men Scattered at intervals, and wreathing smoke OUR life is twofold: sleep hath its own Not by the sport of Nature, but of man: world A boundary between the things misnamed And dreams in their development have And tears, and tortures, and the touch of joy; These two, a maiden and a youth, were there And both were young-yet not alike in As the sweet moon on the horizon's verge, They leave a weight upon our waking The maid was on the eve of womanhood; thoughts; The boy had fewer summers; but his heart They take a weight from off our waking Had far outgrown his years, and to his eye toils; They do divide our being; they become They pass like spirits of the past,-they Like sibyls of the future; they have power— There was but one beloved face on earth, He had no breath, no being, but in hers; For his eye followed hers, and saw with Which colored all his objects;-he had ceased They shake us with the vision that's gone To live within himself; she was his life, by, The ocean to the river of his thoughts, The dread of vanished shadows-are they Which terminated all; upon a tone, so? Is not the past all shadow? What are they? A touch of hers, his blood would ebb and flow, Creations of the mind?-the mind can make And his cheek change tempestuously-his Substance, and people planets of its own With beings brighter than have been, and give heart Unknowing of its cause of agony. But she in these fond feelings had no share: A breath to forms which can outlive all Her sighs were not for him; to her he was flesh. I would recall a vision, which I dreamed Even as a brother-but no more; 't was much; For brotherless she was, save in the name THE DREAM. 235 Of a time-honored race.-It was a name Which pleased him, and yet pleased him not-and why? IV. A change came o'er the spirit of my dream: Time taught him a deep answer-when she The Boy was sprung to manhood. In the loved Another. Even now she loved another; III. A change came o'er the spirit of my dream: The Boy of whom I spake;-he was alone, He sate him down, and seized a pen and wilds Of fiery climes he made himself a home, girt With strange and dusky aspects; he was not Stood camels grazing, and some goodly steeds Words which I could not guess of; then he Were fastened near a fountain; and a man leaned Clad in a flowing garb did watch the while, His bowed head on his hands, and shook, as While many of his tribe slumbered around; 't were And they were canopied by the blue sky- With a convulsion-then arose again; tear What he had written; but he shed no tears. V. A change came o'er the spirit of my dream: How quickly comes such knowledge! that She dwelt, begirt with growing infancy, his heart Was darkened with her shadow, and she saw Retired; but not as bidding her adieu, Daughters and sons of Beauty. But behold! loved; And he who had so loved her was not there From out the massy gate of that old Hall; more. Nor given him cause to deem himself be loved; Nor could he be a part of that which preyed VI. A change came o'er the spirit of my dream: stand Before an altar, with a gentle bride; Her face was fair; but was not that which The starlight of his Boyhood. As he stood, shock That in the antique oratory shook Was traced-and then it faded as it came; And all things reeled around him; he could see Not that which was, nor that which should have been Of melancholy is a fearful gift; VIII. A change came o'er the spirit of my dream: In all which was served up to him; until, men; And made him friends of mountains. With the stars, And the quick spirit of the Universe, But the old mansion, and the accustomed He held his dialogues! and they did teach hall, To him the magic of their mysteries; And the remembered chambers, and the To him the book of Night was opened wide, place, And voices from the deep abyss revealed The day, the hour, the sunshine, and the A marvel and a secret-Be it so. shade All things pertaining to that place and hour, IX. My dream was past: it had no further change. It was of a strange order, that the doom What business had they there at such a time? Of these two creatures should be thus traced The queen of a fantastic realm; her thoughts Ask me no more: the moon may draw the Were combinations of disjointed things; Of others' sight, familiar were to hers. And this the world calls frenzy; but the wise Have a far deeper madness, and the glance sea; The cloud may stoop from heaven and take the shape, With fold to fold, of mountain or of cape. But, O too fond, when have I answered thee? Ask me no more. |