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Mute, blind and motionless as then I lay ; | A fashion and a phantasm of the form Dead, for henceforth there was no life It should attach to? Phantom !-- had for me!
the ghastliest Mute, for henceforth what use were That ever lusted for a body, sucking words to me!
| The foul steam of the grave to thicken Blind, for the day was as the night to me!! by it, The night to me was kinder than the day; There in the shuddering moonlight The night in pity took away my day, I brought its face Because my grief as yet was newly born And what it has for eyes as close to mine Of eyes too weak to look upon the light; As he did --better that than his, than he And thro' the hasty notice of the ear The friend, the neighbor, Lionel, the Frail Life was startled from the tender I beloved,
| The loved, the lover, the happy Lionel, of him she brooded over. Would I The low-voiced, tender-spirited Lionel, had lain
| All joy, to whom my agony was a joy. Until the plaited ivy-tress had wound Oh how her choice did leap forth from Round my worn limbs, and the wild his eyes ! brier had driven
Oh how her love did clothe itself in Its knotted thorns thro' my unpaining
About his lips ! and — not one moment's Leaning its roses on my faded eyes.
grace -The wind had blown above me, and the Then when the effect weigh'd seas upon rain
my head Had fall’n upon ine, and the gilded snake To come my way! to twit me with the Had nestled in this bosom-throne of cause!
But I had been at rest for evermore. I was not the land as free thro' all her
ways Long time entrancement held me. To him as me? Was not his wont to All too soon
walk * Life (like a wanton too-officious friend, Between the going light and growing Who will not hear denial, vain and rude night? With proffer of unwished-for services) Had I not learnt my loss before he came? Entering all the avenues of sense Could that be more because he came my Passed thro' into his citadel, the brain,
way? With hated warmth of apprehensiveness. Why should he not come my way if he And first the chillness of the sprinkled would ? brook
And yet to-night, to-night - when all Smote on my brows, and then I seem'd my wealth to hear
Flash'd from me in a moment and I fell Its murmur, as the drowning seaman Beggar'd forever --- why should he come hears,
my way Who with his head below the surface Robed in those robes of light I must not dropt
wear, Listens the muffled booming indistinct With that great crown of beams about Of the confused floods, and dimly knows his brows -His head shall rise no more : and then Come like an angel to a damned soul, came in
To tell him of the bliss he had with The white light of the weary moon God above,
Come like a careless and a greedy heir Diffused and molten into flaky cloud. That scarce can wait the reading of the Was my sight drunk that it did shape will to me
Before he takes possession ? Was mine Him who should own that name ? Were a mood it not well
To be invaded rudely, and not rather If so be that the echo of that name A sacred, secret, unapproached woe, Ringing within the fancy had updrawn | Unspeakable? I was shut up with Grief;
She took the body of my past delight, Folding his hands, deals comfortable Narded and swathed and balm'd it for herself,
To hearts wounded forever; yet, in truth, And laid it in a sepulchre of rock Fair speech was his and delicate of phrase, Never to rise again. I was led mute Falling in whispers on the sense, ad. Into her temple like a sacrifice ; I was the High Priest in her holiest place, More to the inward than the outward Not to be loudly broken in upon.
As rain of the midsummer midnight soft, O friend, thoughts deep and heavy as Scarce heard, recalling fragrance and the these well nigh
green O'erbore the limits of my brain ; but he Of the dead spring : but mine was wholly Bent o'er me, and my neck his arm upstay'd.
No bud, no leaf, no flower, no fruit for I thought it was an adder's fold, and me. once
Yet who had done, or who had suffer'd I strove to disengage myself, but fail'd, wrong? Being so feeble : she bent above me, too ; And why was I to darken their pure love, Wan was her cheek ; for whatsoe'er of If, as I found, they two did love each blight
other, Lives in the dewy touch of pity had Because my own was darken'd? Why made
was I The red rose there a pale one - and her To cross between their happy star and eyes —
thein ? I saw the moonlight glitter on their To stand a shadow by their shining tears --
doors And some few drops of that distressful And vex them with my darkness ? Did rain
I love her ? Fell on my face, and her long ringlets | Ye know that I did love her ; to this moved,
present Drooping and beaten by the breeze, and My full-orb'd love has waned not. Did brush'd
I love her, My fallen forehead in their to and fro, And could I look upon her tearful eyes? For in the sudden anguish of her heart | What had she done to weep? Why Loosed from their simple thrall they had should she weep? flow'd abroad,
O innocent of spirit --- let my heart And floated on and parted round her neck, Break rather — whom the gentlest airs Mantling her form half way. She, when of Heaven I woke,
Should kiss with an unwonted gentle. Something she ask'd, I know not what, and ask'd, :
Her love did murder mine ? What then? Unanswer'd, since I spake not; for the She deem'd sound
I wore a brother's mind : she call'd me Of that dear voice so musically low,
brother: And now first heard with any sense of She told me all her love : she shall not pain,
weep. As it had taken life away before, Choked all the syllables, that strove to The brightness of a burning thought, rise
awhile From my full heart.
In battle with the glooms of my dark The blissful lover, too,
will, From his great hoard of happiness dis. Moon-like emerged, and to itself lit up till'd
There on the depth of an unfathom'd Some drops of solace ; like a vain rich
| Reflex of action. Starting up at once, That, having always prosper'd in the As from a dismal dream of my own death, world,
11, for I loved her, lost my love in Love ;
1, for I loved her, graspt the hand she Of these sad tears, and feeds their downlov'd,
ward flow. And laid it in her own, and sent my cry So Love, arraign'd to judgment and to Thro' the blank night to Him who lov
death, ing made
Received unto himself a part of blame, The happy and the unhappy love, that Being guiltless, as an innocent prisoner, He
Who, when the woful sentence hath Would hold the hand of blessing over been past, them,
And all the clearness of his fame hath Lionel, the happy, and her, and her, his gone bride!
Beneath the shadow of the curse of man, Let them so love that men and boys may First falls asleep in swoon, wherefrom say,
awaked, “Lo! how they love each other !" till And looking round upon his tearful their love
friends, Shall ripen to a proverb, unto all Forthwithi and in his agony conceives Known, when their faces are forgot in A shameful sense as'of a cleaving erime – the land
For whence without some guilt should One golden dream of love, from which such grief be ?
may death Awake them with Heaven's music in a life! So died that hour, and fell into the More living to some happier happiness, abysm Swallowing its precedent in victory. Of forms outworn, but not to me outAnd as for me, Camilla, as for me, —
worn, The dew of tears is an unwholesome dew, Who never hail'd another - was there They will but sicken the sick plant the one ? more.
There might be one - one other, worth Deem that I love thee but as brothers do, the life So shalt thou love me still as sisters do; That made it sensible. So that hour Or if thou dream aught farther, dream died but how
Like odor rapt into the winged wind I could have loved thee, had there been Borne into alien lands and far away.
none else To love as lovers, loved again by thee. There be some hearts so airily built,
that they, Or this, or somewhat like to this, I They — when their love is wreck'd - if spake,
Love can wreck When I beheld her weep so ruefully; On that sharp ridge of utmost doom ride For sure my love should ne'er indue the highly front
Above the perilous seas of Change and And mask of Hate, who lives on others' Chance : moans.
Nay, more, hold out the lights of cheerShall Love pledge Hatred in her bitter fulness; draughts,
As the tall ship, that many a dreary year And batten on her poisons ? Love for- Knit to some dismal sand-bank far at bid !
sea, Love passeth not the threshold of cold All thro' the livelong hours of utterdark, Hate,
Showers slanting light upon the dolorous And Hate is strange beneath the roof of wave. Love.
For me -- what light, what gleam on O Love, if thou be’st Love, dry up these those black ways tears
Where Love could walk with banish'd Shed for the love of Love ; for tho' mine Hope no more ?
image, The subject of thy power, be cold in her, It was ill done to part you, Sisters fair; Yet, like cold snow, it melteth in the Love's arms were wreath'd about the source
neck of Hope,
And Hope kiss'd Love, and Love drew Why were we one in all things, save in in her breath
that In that close kiss, and drank her whis- | Where to have been one had been the per'd tales.
cope and crown They said that Love would die when of all I hoped and fear'd ?- if that Hope was gone,
same nearness And Love mourn'd long, and sorrow'd Were father to this distance, and that after Hope;
one At last she sought out Memory, and they Vauntcourier to this double ? if Affec. trod
tion The same old paths where Love had Living slew Love, and Sympathy hew'd
walk'd with Hope And Memory fed the soul of Love with The bosom-sepulchre of Sympathy ? tears.
Chiefly I sought the cavern and the
hill Where last we roam'd together, for the
sound From that time forth I would not see of the loud stream was pleasant, and her more ;
the wind But many weary moons I lived alone - Came wooingly with woodbine smells. Alone, and in the heart of the great ' Sometimes forest.
| All day I sat within the cavern-mouth, Sometimes upon the hills beside the sea Fixing my eyes on those three cypressAll day I watch'd the Roating isles of cones shade,
That spired above the wood ; and with And sometimes on the shore, upon the mad hand sands
Tearing the bright leaves of the ivyInsensibly I drew her name, until The meaning of the letters shot into I cast them in the noisy brook beneath, My brain ; anon the wanton billow And watch'd them till they vanish'd wash'd
from my sight Them over, till they faded like my love. Beneath the bower of wreathed eglanThe hollow caverns heard me — the tines : black brooks
And all the fragments of the living rock of the mid-forest heard me — the soft (Huge blocks, which some old trembling winds,
of the world Laden with thistle down and seeds of Had loosen'd from the mountain, till flowers,
they fell Paused in their course to hear me, for Half digging their own graves) these in my voice
my agony Was all of thee: the merry linnet knew Did I make bare of all the golden moss, me,
Wherewith the dashing runnel in the The squirrel knew me, and the dragon-fly
spring Shot by me like a flash of purple fire. Had liveried them all over. In my brain The rough brier tore my bleeding palms ; The spirit seem'd to flag from thought the hemlock,
to thought, Brow-high, did strike my forehead as 1 As moonlight wandering thro' a mist:
my blood Yet trod I not the wild flower in my path, Crept like marsh drains thro' all my Nor bruised the wild bird's egg.
languid limbs ; Was this the end? The motions of my heart seem'd far Why grew we then together in one plot? within me, Why fed we from one fountain ? drew Unfrequent, low, as tho' it told its one sun ?
pulses ; Why were our mothers branches of one And yet it shook me, that my frame stem?
As if 't were drawn asunder by the rack. | The very face and form of Lionel
brain, And all the broken palaces of the Past, And at his feet I seemed to faint and Brooded one master-passion evermore, I fall, Like to a low-hung and a fiery sky To fall and die away. I could not rise Above some fair metropolis, earth- Albeit I strove to follow. They past shock’d, -
on, Hung round with ragged rims and burn- | The lordly Phantasms ! in their floating ing folds,
colds Embathing all with wild and woful hues, They past and were no more : but I had Great hills of ruins, and collapsed masses Of thunder-shaken columns indistinct, Prone by the dashing runnel on the grass. And fused together in the tyrannous light
Alway the inaudible invisible thought Ruins, the ruin of all my life and me! Artificer and subject, lord and slave,
Shaped by the audible and visible, Sometimes I thought Camilla was no Moulded the audible and visible; more,
All crisped sounds of wave and leaf and Some one had told me she was dead, wind and ask'd me
Flatter'd the fancy of my fading brain ; If I would see her burial ; then I seem'd The cloud-pavilion'd element, the wood, To rise, and through the forest-shadow The mountain, the three cypresses, the borne
cave, With more than mortal swiftness, I ran Storm, sunset, glows and glories of the down
moon The steepy sea-bank, till I came upon Below black firs, when silent-creeping The rear of a procession, curving round 1 winds The silver-sheeted bay: in front of which Laid the long night in silver streaks and Six stately virgins, all in white, upbare A broad earth-sweeping pall of whitest | Were wrought into the tissue of my lawn,
dream : Wreathed round the bier with garlands: The moanings in the forest, the loud in the distance,
brook, From out the yellow woods upon the hill Cries of the partridge like a rusty key Look'd forth the summit and the pinna Tum'd in a lock, owl-whoop and dorcles
hawk-whir Of a gray steeple - thence at intervals Awoke me mot, but were a part of sleep, A low bell tolling. All the pageantry, And voices in the distance calling to me Save those six virgins which upheld the And in my vision bidding me dream on, bier,
Like sounds without the twilight realm Were stoled from head to foot in flowing of dreams, black;
Which wander round the bases of the One walk'd abreast with me, and veil'd hills, his brow,
| And murmur at the low-dropt eaves of And he was loud in weeping and in praise sleep, Of her he follow'd : a strong sympathy | Hall-entering the portals. Oftentimes Shook all my soul: I ung myself upon The vision had fair prelude, in the him
end In tears and cries : I told him all my Opening on darkness, stately vestibules love,
| To caves and shows of Death ; whether How I had loved her from the first ; the mind, whereat
With some revenge, - oven to itself un. He shrank and howl'd, and from his known, brow drew back
Made strange division of its suffering His hand to push me from him ; and the With her, whom to have suffering view'd