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Yet haply there may lie conceal'd
Beneath those Chambers of the Sun,
In upper fires, some tablet seal'd
With the great name of SOLOMON,
Which, spellid by her illumin’ıl eyes, May leach her where, beneath the moon, In earth or ocean lies the boon, The charm that can restore so soon,
An erring spirit to the skies!
Cheer'd by this hope she bends her thither
Still laughs the radiant eye of Heaven, Nor have the golden bowers of Even In the rich West begun to wither;When, o'er the vale of BALBEC winging,
Slowly, she sees a chill at play.
As rosy and as wild as they;
From his hot steell, and on the brink
Impatient ning him down to drink. Then swift his haggart brow he turn'd
To the fair child, who fearless sat, Though never yet hath day-beam buro'd
Upon a brow more fierce than that, Sullenly tierce a mixture dire, Like thunder-clouds, of gloom and fire! In which the PERI's eye could read Dark tales of many a ruthless deed; The ruin'd maithe shrine profan'dOaths broken and the threshold sta in'd With blood of guests there written, all, Black as the damning drops that fall From the denouncing Angel's pen, Ere Mercy weeps them out again! Yet tranquil now that pian of crime, As if the balmy evening time Sosten’ıl his spirit, lookil anı lay Watching the rosy infant's play; Though still, whene'er his eye by chance Fell on the boy's, its lurid glance
Met that unclouded, joyous gaze,
Encounter morning's glorious rays.
But hark! the vesper call to prayer,
As slow the orb of day-light sets,
From SYRIA'S thousand minarets!
Knecls with his forehead to the south,
From purity's own cherub mouth,
And how felt he, the wretched Man,
He hung his head-each nobler aim
And hope and feeling, which had slept From boyhool's hour, 'hat instant came
Fresh o'er him, and he wept! he wept
Blest tears of soul-felt penitence!
In whose benign, redeeming flow Is felt the first, the only sense
of guillless joy that guilt can know.
« There's a drop," said the Peri, “ that down from the
moon “ Falls through the withering airs of June
“Upon Egypt's land, of so healing a power,
“The precious tears of repentence fall? « Though foul thy very plagues within,
“ One heavenly drop hath dispelled them all."
And now-behold him kneeling there,
"Tu as when the golden orb had set,
ADAM'S DESCRIPTION OF FIRST FINDING
HIMSELF ON EARTH. For man to tell how human life began [s hard; for who himself beginning knew? Desire vith thee still longer to converse Induced me. As new waked from soundest sleep Soft on the flowery herb I found me laid, In balmy sweat; which with his beams the sun Soon dried, and on the reeking moisiure fed. Straight toward heaven my wondering eyes I turn'd, And gazed awhile the ample sky; till, raised By quick instinctive motion, up I sprung, As thitherwarı endeavoring, and upright Stood on my feet: about me round I saw
Hill, dale, and shadly woods, and sunny plairs,
DESCRIPTION OF EVE'S FIRST FINDING
HERSELF ON EARTH. That day I oft remember when from sleep I first a wakeil, and found myself reposed, Under a shaile, on flowers, much wondering where
And what I was, whence thither braught, and how · Not distant far from thenco a murmuring sound Of waters issued from a cave, and spread Into a liquid plain, then stood unmoved, Pure as the expanse of heaven; I thither went With unexperienced thought, ani laid me down On the green bank, to look into the clear Smooth lake, that lo me seemed another sky As I bent down to look, just opposite A shape within the watery gleam appearöd, Bending to look on me: I s arted back, It started back: but pleased I soon return'd, Pleased it relurn d as soon with answering looks or sympathy and love: there I hall fix'd Mine eyes till now, and pined with vain desire, Had not a voice thus warnell me: what thou seesia What there thou seest, fair creature, is thyself; With thee it came and goes; but follow me, And I will bring thee where no shadow stays Thy coming, and thy soft embraces, he Whose image thou art; him thou shalt enjoy Inseparably thine, to him shalt bear Multitudes like thyself, and thence be call'd Mother of human race. What could I do, But follow straight, invisibly thus leu ?
Till I espied thee, fair inileed, and tall, Under a plantain, yet methought less fair, Less winning soft, less amiably mild, Than that smooth watery image: back I turned; Thou following, cry’dst aloud, return, fair Eve; Whom fly’st thou? whom thou fly’st, of him thou art, His flesh, his bone; to give thee being I lent Out of my side to thee, nearest my heart, Substantial life, tu have thee by my side Henceforth an individual solace dear; Part of my soul, I seek thee, and thee claim. My other half. With that thy gentle hand Seized mine: I yielded; and from that time see How beauty is excelleil by manly grace, And wisdom, which alone is truly fair.
EVE'S UNQUIET DREAM. Now morn, her rosy steps in the eastern clime Advancing, sow'd the earth with orient pearl, When Adam wakell, so custom'd: for his sleep Was airy-light, from pure digestion bred, And temperate vapors bland, which the only sound Of leaves and suming rills Aurora's fan, Lightly dispersed, and the shrill matin song Of Birds on every bough; so much the more His wonder was to find unwaken'd Eve With tresses discomposed, and glowing cheek As through unquiet rest: he, on his side Leaning, half raised, with looks of cordial love Hung over her enamour'd, and beheld Beauty, which, whether waking or asleep, Shot forth peculiar graces; then with voice Mild, as when Zephyrus on Flora breathes, Her hand soft touching, whisper'd thus: 'Awake My fairest, my espoused, my lalest found, Heaven's last, best gift, my ever new delight! Awake: the morning shines, and the fresh field Calls us; we lose the prime to mark how spring Our tended plants, how blows the citron grove What drops the myrrh, and what the balmy reed, How Nature paints her colors, how the bee Sits on the bloom extracting liquid sweets.'
Such whispering waked her, but with startled eyo On Adam, whom embracing, thus she spake.
O sole in whom my thoughts find all repose,