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The trees' tall summits withered at the
sight; A constant interchange of growth and
“But should suspense permit the foe to cry, • Behold, they tremble !-haughty their
array, Yet of their number no one dares to die!' In soul I swept the indignity away: Old frailties then recurred; but lofty
thought, In act embodied, my deliverance wrought. “And thou, though strong in love, art all
too weak In reason, in self-government too slow; I counsel thee by fortitude to seek Our blest re-union in the shades below. The invisible world with thee hath sympa
thized; Be thy affections raised and solemnized.
THE FUNERAL OF ARVALAN.
“Learn by a mortal yearning to ascend Towards a higher object. Love was given, Encouraged, sanctioned, chiefly for that
MIDNIGHT, and yet no eye Thro' all the Imperial City closed in sleep!
Behold her streets ablaze With light that seems to kindle the red sky, Her myriads swarming thro' the crowded
ways! Master and slave, old age and infancy, All, all abroad to gaze ;
House-top and balcony Clustered with women, who threw back
their veils, With unimpeded and insatiate sight To view the funeral pomp which passes by,
As if the mournful rite Were but to them a scene of joyance and
For this the passion to excess was driven, That self might be annulled-her bondage
prove The fetters of a dream, opposed to love." Aloud she shrieked! for Hermes reappears. Round the dear shade she would have clung—'tis vain.
[been years; The hours are past—too brief had they And him no mortal effort can detain. Swift toward the realms that know not
earthly day, He through the portal takes his silent way, And on the palace floor a lifeless corse she
lay. By no weak pity might the gods be moved : She who thus perished, not without the
crime Of lovers that in reason's spite have loved, Was doomed to wander in a grosser clime, Apart from happy ghosts, that gather
flowers Of blissful quiet 'mid unfading bowers.
Vainly, ye blessed twinklers of the night,
Your feeble beams ye shed, Quenched in the unnatural light which
might outstare Even the broad eye of day; And thou from thy celestial way
Pourest, O Moon, an ineffectual ray! For lo ! ten thousand torches flame and
flare Upon the midnight air, Blotting the lights of heaven
With the portentous glare.
And hangeth visible on high,
Yet tears to human suffering are due;
[gained And ever, when such stature they had That Ilium's walls were subject to their
Hark! 'tis the funeral trumpet's breath!
'Tis the dirge of death! At once ten thousand drums begin, With one long thunder-peal the ear assail
Pour their wild wailing.
You hear no more the trumpet's tone,
You hear no more the mourner's moan, Though the trumpet's breath and the dirge
of death Mingle and swell the funeral yell.
The tambours and the trumpets sound on
They call on Arvalan.
But rising over all in one acclaim
CURSE OF KEHAMA.
I CHARM thy life Arvalan! Arvalan !
From the weapons of strife, · Arvalan! Arvalan !
From stone and from wood,
From fire and from flood,
From the serpent's tooth,
And the beasts of blood. From tower to tower rolls round.
From sickness I charm thee, The death-procession moves along.
And time shall not harm thee; Their bald heads shining to the torches'
But earth, which is mine, ray, The Brahmins lead the way,
Her fruits shall deny thee.
And the winds shall not touch thee Chanting the funeral song.
When they pass by thee, And now at once they shout,
And the dews shall not wet thee Arvalan! Arvalan!
When they fall nigh thee; With quick rebound of sound,
And thou shalt seek death
To release thee in vain.
Thou shalt live in thy pain
While Kehama shall reign,
With a fire in thy heart Far, far behind, beyond all reach of sight,
And a fire in thy brain ;
And visit thee never,
And the curse shall be on thee
For ever and ever!
Incessant as the roar
ENDURANCE OF THE CURSE.
will ! And ocean to the tempest raves.
Behold him in his endless martyrdom,
Triumphant still ! And now toward the bank they go, The curse still burning in his heart and Where, winding on their way below,
brain, Deep and strong the waters flow.
And yet he doth remain Here doth the funeral pile appear, Patient the while, and tranquil and content: With myrrh and ambergris bestrewed, The pious soul hath framed unto itself And built of precious sandal-wood.
A second nature, to exist in pain They cease their music and their outcry As in its own allotted element !
FREEDOM OF THE WILL. They feel his breast,-no motion there !
They feel his lips, --no breath! IDLY, rajah, dost thou reason thus For not with feeble nor with erring hand, Of destiny! for though all other things The stern Avenger dealt the blow of death. Were subject to the starry influences, Then with a doubling peal and deeper blast | And bowed submissive to thy tyranny,
The virtuous heart and resolute mind are
free. Thus, in their wisdom did the gods decree, When they created man. Let come what
will, This is our rock of strength in every ill, – Sorrow, oppression, pain, and agony,The spirit of the good is unsubdued, And, suffer as they may, they triumph still.
Pictured the bliss should welcome his re
turn. In dreams like these he went, (part, And still of every dream Oneiza formed a And hope and memory made a mingled
SAMUEL T. COLERIDGE.
CHRISTABEL GIVES SHELTER
Whose is yon dawning form,
shaped His mother's form and features. “Go,"
she cried, “To Babylon, and from the angels learn What talisman thy task requires." The spirit hung towards him when she ceased,
[given As though with actual lips she would have A mother's kiss. His arms outstretched; His body bending on;
[speech. His mouth unclosed and trembling into He prest to meet the blessing . . . but the wind
[beheld Played on his cheek; he looked, and he The darkness close. Again ! again!" he cried,
Tdarkness “Let me again behold thee !" From the His mother's voice went forth: " Thou shalt behold me in the hour of
THEY crossed the moat, and Christabel
So free from danger, free from fear, (were,
'Praise we the Virgin all divine Who hath rescued thee from thy distress." “Alas, alas !" said Geraldine,
I cannot speak for weariness." So free from danger, free from fear, They crossed the court: right glad they
Outside her kennel, the mastiff old
Day dawns, the twilight gleam dilates,
They passed the hall, that echoes still,
Though thou her guardian spirit be, Off, woman, off! 'tis given to me."
And Christabel saw the lady's eye,
Then Christabel knelt by the lady's side,
Sweet Chistabel her feet doth bare
The moon shines dim in the open air,
Again the wild-flower wine she drank :
Quoth Christabei, “So let it be!" And as the lady bade, did she. Her gentle limbs did she undress, And lay down in her loveliness.
"O weary lady, Geraldine, I
pray you drink this cordial wine ! It is a wine of virtuous powers ; My mother made it of wild flowers."
"And will your mother pity me,
A LITTLE child, a limber elf,
(true!) (Oh, sorrow and shame should this be Such giddinesss of heart and brain Comes seldom save from rage and pain, So talks as it's most used to do.
But soon with altered voice, said she
MOONLIGHT AND THE
THE fair breeze blew, the white foam
flew, The furrow followed free: We were the first that ever burst
Into that silent sea.
THE moving Moon went up the sky, .
And nowhere did abide : Softly she was going up,
And a star or two besideHer beams bemocked the sultry main,
Like April hoar-frost spread; But where the ship's huge shadow lay, The charmed water burnt alway,
A still and awful red.
Down dropt the breeze, the sails dropt
down, 'Twas sad as sad could be ; And we did speak only to break
The silence of the sea !
All in a hot and copper sky
The bloody Sun, at noon, Right up above the mast did stand,
No bigger than the Moon.
Day after day, day after day,
We stuck, nor breath nor motion, As idle a painted ship
Upon a painted ocean.
Water, water, everywhere,
And all the boards did shrink ; Water, water, everywhere,
Nor any drop to drink.
CREATURES OF THE CALM. BEYOND the shadow of the ship
I watched the water-snakes ; They moved in tracks of shining white, And when they reared, the elfish light
Fell off in hoary flakes. Within the shadow of the ship
I watched their rich attire;
Was a flash of golden fire.
Their beauty might declare;
And I blessed them unaware :
And I blessed them unaware.
And from my neck so free
Like lead into the sea.
The very deep did rot: 0 Christ !
That ever this should be ! Yea, slimy things did crawl with legs
Upon the slimy sea.
About, about, in reel and rout
The death-fires danced at night; The water, like a witch's oils,
Burnt green, and blue, and white.
And some in dreams assured were
Of the spirit that plagued us so: Nine fathom deep he had followed us
From the land of mist and snow.
SLEEP AND THE WIND.
And every tongue, through utter drought,
Was withered at the root;
We had been choked with soot.
Oh, sleep! it is a gentle thing,
Beloved from pole to pole!
That slid into my soul.
That had so long remained,
And when I awoke-it rained. My lips were wet, my throat was cold,
My garments all were dank; Sure I had drunken in my dreams,
And still my body drank.
Ah! well-a-day! what evil looks
Had I from old and young ! Instead of the cross, the Albatross
About my neck was hung.