Or was it then so old that history's pages Still silent! incommunicative elf! Art sworn to secrecy? then keep thy vows; Since in the world of spirits thou hast slumbered, What hast thou seen, what strange adventures numbered? Since first thy form was in this box extended We have, above ground, seen some strange mutations: The Roman empire has begun and ended, New worlds have risen, we have lost old nations; And countless kings have into dust been humbled, While not a fragment of thy flesh has crumbled. Didst thou not hear the pother o'er thy head, When the great Persian conqueror, Cambyses, Marched armies o'er thy tomb with thundering tread, O'erthrew Osiris, Orus, Apis, Isis; And shook the pyramids with fear and wonder, If the tomb's secrets may not be confessed, A heart has throbbed beneath that leathern breast, And tears adown that dusty cheek have rolled; Have children climbed those knees, and kissed that face? What was thy name and station, age and race? Statue of flesh, - immortal of the dead! Posthumous man, who quit'st thy narrow bed, When the great trump shall thrill thee with its warning. Why should this worthless tegument endure, Leigh Hunt ABOU BEN ADHEM AND THE ANGEL ABOU BEN ADHEM (may his tribe increase!) Awoke one night from a deep dream of peace, And saw within the moonlight in his room, "What writest thou?" The vision raised its head, And with a look made of all sweet accord, "And is mine one?" said Abou. "Nay, not so," The angel wrote and vanished. The next night bless'd, And lo! Ben Adhem's name led all the rest. Byron FROM "THE GIAOUR" HE who hath bent him o'er the dead Ere the first day of death is fled, The first dark day of nothingness, Have swept the lines where beauty lingers,) The rapture of repose, that's there, The doom he dreads, yet dwells upon; The first, last look by death revealed! 'Tis Greece, but living Greece no more! That parts not quite with parting breath; A gilded halo hovering round decay, The farewell beam of Feeling past away; Spark of that flame, perchance of heavenly birth, Which gleams, but warms no more its cherished earth! |