Thou art an emblem of the glow Of beauty-the unhidden heart – The playful maziness of art But when within thy wave she looksWhich glistens then, and tremblesWhy, then, the prettiest of brooks Her worshipper resembles; For in his heart, as in thy stream, Her image deeply lies His heart which trembles at the beam Of her soul-searching eyes. ли TAMERLANE. I. KIND solace in a dying hour! Such, father, is not (now) my theme I will not madly deem that power Of Earth may shrive me of the sin I have no time to dote or dream : If I can hope-Oh God! I can— II. Know thou the secret of a spirit Bowed from its wild pride into shame. O yearning heart! I did inherit Thy withering portion with the fame, The searing glory which hath shone Amid the Jewels of my throne, Halo of Hell! and with a pain O craving heart, for the lost flowers With its interminable chime, Rings, in the spirit of a spell, Upon thy emptiness—a knell. III. I have not always been as now: I claimed and won usurpingly Hath not the same fierce heirdom given Rome to the Cæsar--this to me? The heritage of a kingly mind, And a proud spirit which hath striven Triumphantly with human kind. IV. On mountain soil I first drew life: Have nestled in my very hair. v. So late from Heaven-that dew-it fell ('Mid dreams of an unholy night) Upon me with the touch of Hell, While the red flashing of the light From clouds that hung, like banners, o'er, Appeared to my half-closing eye The pageantry of monarchy, And the deep trumpet-thunder's roar Came hurriedly upon me, telling Of human battle, where my voice |