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These were cup-bearers undying, which, considering that self-sacrifice beOf the wine that's meant for souls. longed to her womanhood, and the con
sciousness of originating the fall to her And my Plato, the divine one,
offence, appeared to me imperfectly apIf men know the gods aright
prehended hitherto, and more expressible By their motions as they shine on With a glorious trail of lights
hy a woman than a man. There was And your noble Christian bishops,
room at least for lyrical emotion in those Who mouth'd grandly the last Greek! first steps into the wilderness,-in that Though the sponges on their hyssops
first sense of desolation after wrath,-in Were distent with wine—too weak! that first audible gathering of the reerim
inating groan of the whole creation,'Yet, your Chrysostom, you praised him, in that first darkening of the hills from
With his glorious mouth of gold the recoiling feet of angels,-and in that And your Basil, you upraised him first silence of the voice of God. And I
To the height of speakers old ! took pleasure in driving in, like a pile, And we both praised Heliodorus
stroke upon stroke, the Idea of Exile, For his secret of pure lies !
admitting Lucifer as an extreme Adam, Who forged first his linked stories In the heat of lady's eyes.
to represent the ultimate tendencies of
sin and loss,-that it might be strong to And we both praised our Synesius,
bear up the contrary Idea of the HeavFor the fire shot up his odes !
enly love and purity.” Though the church was scarce propitious form resembling that of the Grecian
The “Drama of Exile” is cast in a As he whistled dogs and gods. And we both praised Nazianzen,
tragedy, a form which allows great latiFor the fervid heart and speech!
tude to the lyrical portions and permits Only I eschew'd his glancing
an argumentative metaphysical strain in At the lyre, hung out of reach the remaining passages.
chorus has been the incentive to Miss Do you mind that deed of Até,
Barrett's lyrical poems, and not the old Which you bound me to, so fast, English song-writing. Reading De Virginitate,
The persons of the drama are Adam, From the first line to the last ? Eve, Gabriel, Lucifer, Angels, EdenHow I said at ending, solemn, As I turn'd and look'd at you,
Spirits, Earth-Spirits, and Phantasms,
and the Saviour introduced in a vision. That St. Simeon on the column
The scene is the outer side of the gate Had had somewhat less to do?
of Eden within the “sword glare," and For we sometimes gently wrangled ;
in the region iinmediately beyond. GaVery gently, be it said,
briel, the good angel, and the malignant, For our thoughts were disentangled
sneering Lucifer, are first introduced. By no breaking of the thread!
Lucifer. Hail, Gabriel, the keeper of the And I charged you with extortions
gate! On the nobler fames of old
Now that the fruit is pluck'd, prince GaAy, and sometimes thought your Porsons briel, Stain'd the purple they would fold. I hold that Eden is impregnable
Under thy keeping. The learning, then, of Miss Barrett Gabriel.
Angel of the sin, does not stand in the way of her woman Such as thou standest-pale in the drear ly nature, but is rather a severe disci light pline which refines, elevates that nature, Which rounds the rebel's work with Maand puts not a pebble in the way of its
ker's wrath, natural course.
Thou shalt be an Idea to all souls; By this. plea, that she is a woman, a
A monumental melancholy gloom true, natural woman, albeit a learned one,
Seen down all ages; whence to mark de.. yet one in whom the intellect has not
spair, barnt up the heart, Miss Barrett justifies And measure out the distances from good!
Go from us straightway. herself in approaching the great theme
Wherefore ? of the Fall of Man." My subject was Gabriel.
Lucifer, the new and strange experience of the Thy last step in this place trod sorrow up. fallen humanity, as it went forth from Recoil before that sorrow, if not this sword. Paradise into the wilderness; with a pe Lucifer. Angels are in the world—where-culiar reference to Eve's allotted grief, fore not I? VOL. I.--N0. I.
Exiles are in the world wherefore not I? And hear thy voice chant with the mornThe cursed are in the world—wherefore ing stars; not I ?
When their rays tremble round them with Gabriel. Depart. Lucifer. And where's the logic of Sung in more gladness! “ depart?"
Lucifer. Sing, my morning star! Our lady Eve had half been satisfied Last beautiful-last heavenly—that I loved! To obey her Maker, if I had not learnt If I could drench thy golden locks with tears, To fix my postulate better.
What were it to this angel ?
Go . . . depart I charge thee by the solitude He kept Enough is sinn'd and suffer'd.
Ere he created, leave the earth to God! Lucifer.
By no means. Lucifer. My foot is on the earth, firm Here's a brave earth to sin and suffer on!
as my sin ! It holds fast still--it cracks not under curse; Gabriel. I charge thee by the memory It holds, like mine immortal. Presently
of Heaven, We'll sow it thick enough with graves as Ere
any sin was done, leave earth to God! green Or greener, certes, than its knowledge-tree; Lucifer. My wo is on the earth to curse We'll have the cypress for the tree of life, thereby: More eminent for shadow--for the rest Gabriel. I charge thee by that mournful We'll build it dark with towns and pyra morning star mids,
Which trembleth .. And temples, if it please you :-we'll have Lucifer. Hush ! I will not hear thee speak feasts
Of such things. Enough spoken. As the pine And funerals also, merrymakes and wars, In norland forests, drops its weight of snows Till blood and wine shall mix and run along By a night's growth, so, growing toward Right o'er the edges. And, good Gabriel, (Ye like that word in Heaven !) I too have I drop thy counsels. Farewell, Gabriel.'
strength, Strength to behold Him, and not worship
A chorus of Eden Spirits succeeds, Him;
chanting from Paradise, while Adam and Strength to fall from Him, and not cry on Eve fly across the sword-glare.
Hearken, oh hearken! let your souls behind Neither God nor his servant. The red sign
you, Burnt on my forehead, which you taunt
Lean, gently moved !
Our voices feel along the Dread to find you, me with,
O lost, beloved ! Is God's sign that it bows not unto God; The potter's mark upon his work, to show Through the thick-shielded and strong-mar
shall’d angels, It rings well to the striker. I and the earth
They press and pierce: Can bear more curse.
Our requiems follow fast on our evangels,
Voice throbs in verse!
We are but orphan'd spirits left in Eden,
A time ago I chose this ruin: I elected it
God gave us golden cups; and we were Of my will, not of service. What I do,
bidden I do volitient, not obedient,
To feed you so! And overtop thy crown with my despair. My sorrow crowns me. Get thee back to But now our right hand hath no cup reHeaven;
maining, And leave me to the earth, which is mine The mystic hydromel is spilt, and staining
No work to do; own
The whole earth through ; In virtue of her misery, as I hers,
And all those stains lie clearly round for In virtue of my ruin ! turn from both,
showing That bright impassive, passive angelhood
(Not interfused!) And spare to read us backward any more Of your spent hallelujahs.
That brighter colors were the world's fore
Than shall be used. Gabriel. Yet, thou discovered one, by the Hearken, oh hearken! ye shall hearken truth in me,
surely, Which God keeps in me, I would give away
For years and years, All,—save that truth, and His love over it: The noise beside you, dripping coldly, purely, To lead thee home again into the light,
Of spirits' tears!
The yearning to a beautiful, denied you,
Farewell ! the flowers of Eden
Ye shall smell never more.
There is silence. Adam and Eve fly on, and never
look back. Only a colossal shadow, as of the dark In all your music our pathetic minor
ANGEL passing quickly, is cast upon the swordYour ears shall cross ;
glare. And all fair sights shall mind you of diviner, With sense of loss!
At the extremity of the sword-glare We shall be near in all your poet-languors dread in his face than in the glittering
reposes upon Adam, reading a deeper And wild extremes ; What time ye vex the desert with vain angers,
terror of the wall of angels. Or light with dreams! And when upon you, weary after roaming, Beloved, to look behind us to the gate ?
Hast thou strength, Death's seal is put, By the foregone ye shall discern the coming,
Eve. I have strength to look upward to Through eyelids shut.
Adam. We need be strong: yon specta. The Spirits of the Trees utter their cle of cloud song in words borrowed from the musical Which seals the gate up to the final doom, winds that stir their leaves! These lines Is God's seal in a cloud. There seem to lie are extremely melodious.
A hundred thunders in it, dark and dread;
The unmolten lightnings vein it motionless ; Spirits of the Trees.
And, outward from its depth, the self-moved Hark! the Edon trees are stirring,
sword Slow and solemn to your hearing! Swings slow its awful gnomen of red fire Plane and cedar, palm and fir,
From side to side,-in pendulous horror Tamarisk and juniper,
slow. Each is throbbing in vibration Since that crowning of creation,
What is this, Eve ? thou droppest heavily. When the God-breath spake abroad, Eve. O Adam, Adam! by that name of Pealing down the depths of Godhead,
Eve Let us make man like to God.
Thine Eve, thy life-which suits me little And the pine stood quivering
now, In the Eden-gorges wooded,
I do adjure thee, put me straight away, As the awful word went by;
Together with my name. Sweet, punish Like a vibrant chorded string
me! Stretch'd from mountain peak to sky! O Love, be just! and, ere we pass beyond And the cyprus did expand,
The light cast outward by the fiery sword, Slow, and gradual, branch and head; Into the dark which earth must be to us, And the cedar's strong black shade Bruise my head with thy foot, -as the Flutter'd brokenly and grand !
curse said Grove and forest bow'd aslant
My seed shall the first tempter's : strike In emotion jubilant.
with curse, Voice of the same, but softer.
As God struck in the garden ! Which divine impulsion cleaves
My beloved, In diin movements to the leaves
Mine Eve and life-I have no other name Dropt and listed, dropt and listed For thee or for the sun than what ye are ! In the sunlight greenly sisted, In the sunlight and the moonlight
Shall I who had not virtue to stand straight Greenly sifted through the trees. Ever wave the Eden trees
Among the hills of Eden, here assure In the nightlight and the noonlight,
To mend the justice of the perfect God, With a ruffling of green branches
By piling up a curse upon His curse, Shaded off to resonances ;
Eve. Never stirr'd by rain or breeze!
For so, perchance, thy God Fare ye well, farewell!
Might take thee into grace for scorning me; The sylvan sounds, no longer audible,
And so, the blessed angels might come down Expire at Eden's door!
And walk with thee as erst,--I think they
would, Each footstep of your treading Treads out some murmur which ye heard
Because I was not near to make them sad, before :
Or soil the rustling of their innocence.
Adum. They know me. I am deepest in
If last in the transgression. And the Flower Spirits sing their farewell to the lost inhabitants of Eden:
O my God!
A wild open
I, standing here between the glory and Using the calm for waters, while their fins dark,
Throb out slow rhythms along the shallow Lift up to Thee the hands from whence air!
hath fallen Only creation's sceptre,—thanking Thee
The spirits of organic and inorganic That rather Thou hast cast me out with nature arise from the ground, and, as in her,
the bold figures of a Hebrew psalm, the Than left me lorn of her in Paradise. beasts, rivers, birds " with viewless
wings of harmonies," the “calm cold Music, “ tender as a watering dew,” fishes of a silver being,” witness against from a chorus of invisible angels follows. man. The pathetic appeal of Eve in reLucifer appears tortured with metaphysi- ply is exceedingly beautiful : cal doubts and agonies, the Miltonic punishment of fallen angels, and the morning
Sweet, dreadful Spirits ! star, the beloved of Lucifer, takes his I pray you humbly in the name of God; farewell in a song of fine imaginative Not to say of these tears, which are im
Grant me such pardoning grace as can go They go further on.
forth country is seen vaguely in the approach- From clean volitions toward a spotted will, ing night.
From the wronged to the wronger; this and
no more ; Adam. Ilow doth the wide and melan- I do not ask more. I am ’ware, indeed,
choly earth Gather her bills around us, gray and ghast, From you to me, by reason of my sin,
That absolute pardon is impossible And stare with blank significance of loss And that I cannot eyermore, as once, Right in our faces. Is the wind up?
With worthy acceptation of pure joy, Ere.
Nay. Behold the trances of the holy bills Adam. And yet the cedars and the ju. Beneath the leaning stars ; or watch the nipers
vales, Rock slowly through the mist, without a
Dew-pallid with their morning ecstasy ; noise ;
Or hear the winds make pastoral peace beAnd shapes, which have no certainty of
tween shape, Drift duskly in and out between the pines, Work out their bubbling lengths beneath
Two grassy uplands,-and the river-wells And loom along the edges of the hills,
the groundAnd lie flat, curdling in the open ground— And all ihe birds sing, till, for joy of song, Shadows without a body, which contract
They lift their trembling wings, as if to And lengthen as we gaze on them.
The too much weight of music from their Which is not man's nor angels! What is
And float it up the other! I am 'ware Adam wanders in terror with Eve till That these things I can no more apprehend, the surrounding phantasms figure them. With a pure organ, into a full delight ; selves in the sign of the zodiac.
The sense of beauty and of melody
Being no more aided in me by the sense That phantom, there, Of personal adjustment to those heights Presents a lion,-albeit, twenty times Of what I see well-formed or hear wellAs large as any lion,--with a roar
tuned, Set soundless in his vibratory jaws, But rather coupled darkly, and made aAnd a strange horror stirring in his mane ! shamed, And there, a pendulous shadow seems to By my percipiency of sin and fall, weigh
And melancholy of humiliant thoughts. Good against ill, perchance; and there, a But, oh ! fair, dreadful Spirits-albeit this crab
Your accusation must confront my soul, Puts coldly out its gradual shadow-claws, And your pathetic utterance and full gaze Like a slow blot that spreads,-till all the Must evermore subdue me; be content-ground,
Conquer me gently-as if pitying me, Crawlcd over by it, seems to crawl itself; Not to say loving ! let my tears fall thick A bull stands horned here with gibbous As watering dews of Eden, unreproached ; glooms;
And when your tongues reprove me,
make And a ram likewise ; and a scorpion writhes me smooth, Its tail in ghastly slime, and stings the dark! Not ruffled-smooth and still with your re. This way a goat leaps, with wild blank of proof, beard ;
And peradventure better, while more sad. And here fantastic fishes duskly float, For look to it, sweet Spirits -look well to it;
It will not be amiss in you who kept I set upon thy head, -Christ witnessing The law of your own righteousness, and With looks of prompting love-to keep theo keep
clear The right of your own griefs to mourn Of all reproach against the sin foregone, themselves,
From all the generations which succeed. To pity me twice fallen,-- from that, and Thy hand which plucked the apple, I clasp this,
close; From joy of place, and also right of wail,- Thy lips which spake wrong counsel, I kiss “I wail" being not for me-only " I sin." close, Look to it, О sweet Spirits
I bless thee in the name of Paradise, For was I not, And by the memory of Edenic joys At that last sunset seen in Paradise, Forfeit and lost ;-by that last cypress tree When all the westering clouds flashed out Green at the gate, which thrilled as we in throngs
came out; Of sudden angel-faces, face by face, And by the blessed nightingale, which All hushed and solemn, as a thought of threw God
Its melancholy music after us ;Held them suspended,-was I not, that And by the flowers, whose spirits full of hour,
smells The lady of the world, princess of life, Did follow softly, plucking us behind Mistress of feast and favor ? Could I Back to the gradual banks and vernal bow.
touch A rose with my white hand, but it became And fourfold river-courses :-by all these, Redder at once ? Could I walk leisurely I bless thee to the contraries of these ; Along our swarded garden, but the grass I bless thee to the desert and the thorns, Tracked me with greenness? Could I stand To the elemental change and turbulence, aside
And to the roar of the estranged beasts, A moment underneath a cornel-tree, And to the solemn dignities of grief,But all the leaves did tremble as alive, To each one of these ends,-and to this With songs of fifty birds who were made glad
Of death and the hereafter! Because I stood there? Could I turn to look
• With the words of the Saviour, we With these twain eyes of mine, now weep. close this remarkable Drama.
ing fast, Now good for only weeping-upon man,
Look on me! Angel, or beast, or bird, but each rejoiced
As I shall be uplifted on a cross Because I looked on him? Alas, alas !
In darkness of eclipse and anguish dread, And is not this much wo, to cry "alas !"
So shall I lift up in my pierced hands, Speaking of joy! And is not this more Not into dark, but light-not unto death, shame,
But life,-beyond the reach of guilt and To have made the wo myself, from all that
The whole creation. Henceforth in my To have stretch'd my hand, and pluck'd it from the tree,
Take courage, O thou woman,-man, take And chosen it for fruit? Nay, is not this hope! Still most despair,-to have halved that bit. Your graves shall be as smooth as Eden's ter fruit,
sward And ruined, so, the sweetest friend I have, Beneath the steps of your prospective Turning the Greatest to mine enemy?
And one step past them, a new Eden-gate The vision of Christ appears, and Shall open on a binge of harmony, Adam blesses Eve in that Presence. And let you through to mercy. Ye shall fall
No more, within that Eden, nor pass out But, go to ! thy love Any more from it. In which hope, move Shall chant itself its own beatitudes,
on, After its own life-working. A child's kiss, First sinners and first mourners. Live and Set on thy sighing lips, shall make thee love, glad :
Doing both nobly, because lowlily ; A poor man, served by thee, shall make Live and work, strongly,–because patient
thee rich; An old man, helped by thee, shall make And, for the deed of death, trust it to God, thee strong ;
That it be well done, unrepented of, Thou shalt be served thyself by every sense And not to loss. And thence, with conOf service which thou renderest. Such a stant prayers crown
Fasten your souls so high, that constantly