6580 lines
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6580 lines
286 KiB
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<title>Poetry</title>
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<section id="titlepage" epub:type="titlepage frontmatter">
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<h1 epub:type="title">Poetry</h1>
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<p>By <b epub:type="z3998:author z3998:personal-name">Edgar Allan Poe</b>.</p>
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</section>
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<nav id="toc" epub:type="toc">
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<h2 epub:type="title">Table of Contents</h2>
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<ol>
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<li>
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<a href="#titlepage">Titlepage</a>
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</li>
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<li>
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<a href="#imprint">Imprint</a>
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</li>
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<li>
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<a href="#tamerlane">Tamerlane</a>
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</li>
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<li>
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<a href="#song">Song</a>
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</li>
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<li>
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<a href="#dreams">Dreams</a>
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</li>
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<li>
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<a href="#spirits-of-the-dead">Spirits of the Dead</a>
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</li>
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<li>
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<a href="#evening-star">Evening Star</a>
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</li>
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<li>
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<a href="#imitation">Imitation</a>
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</li>
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<li>
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<a href="#stanzas">Stanzas</a>
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<ol>
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<li>
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<a href="#stanzas-1" epub:type="z3998:roman">I</a>
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</li>
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<li>
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<a href="#stanzas-2" epub:type="z3998:roman">II</a>
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</li>
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<li>
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<a href="#stanzas-3" epub:type="z3998:roman">III</a>
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</li>
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<li>
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<a href="#stanzas-4" epub:type="z3998:roman">IV</a>
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</li>
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</ol>
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</li>
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<li>
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<a href="#a-dream">A Dream</a>
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</li>
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<li>
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<a href="#the-happiest-day">“The Happiest Day”</a>
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<ol>
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<li>
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<a href="#the-happiest-day-1" epub:type="z3998:roman">I</a>
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</li>
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<li>
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<a href="#the-happiest-day-2" epub:type="z3998:roman">II</a>
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</li>
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<li>
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<a href="#the-happiest-day-3" epub:type="z3998:roman">III</a>
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</li>
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<li>
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<a href="#the-happiest-day-4" epub:type="z3998:roman">IV</a>
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</li>
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<li>
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<a href="#the-happiest-day-5" epub:type="z3998:roman">V</a>
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</li>
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<li>
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<a href="#the-happiest-day-6" epub:type="z3998:roman">VI</a>
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</li>
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</ol>
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</li>
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<li>
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<a href="#the-lake">The Lake</a>
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</li>
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<li>
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<a href="#to-the-river">To the River ⸻</a>
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</li>
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<li>
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<a href="#alone">Alone</a>
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</li>
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<li>
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<a href="#sonnet-to-science">Sonnet—To Science</a>
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</li>
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<li>
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<a href="#an-acrostic">An Acrostic</a>
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</li>
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<li>
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<a href="#elizabeth">Elizabeth</a>
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</li>
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<li>
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<a href="#al-aaraaf">Al Aaraaf</a>
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<ol>
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<li>
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<a href="#al-aaraaf-1" epub:type="z3998:roman">I</a>
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</li>
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<li>
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<a href="#al-aaraaf-2" epub:type="z3998:roman">II</a>
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</li>
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</ol>
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</li>
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<li>
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<a href="#romance">Romance</a>
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</li>
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<li>
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<a href="#to-1829-9">To ⸻ “The Bowers Whereat, in Dreams, I See”</a>
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</li>
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<li>
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<a href="#to-1829-12">To ⸻ “I Heed Not That My Earthly Lot”</a>
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</li>
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<li>
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<a href="#to-marie-louise">To Marie Louise</a>
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</li>
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<li>
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<a href="#fairyland">Fairyland</a>
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</li>
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<li>
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<a href="#the-city-in-the-sea">The City in the Sea</a>
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</li>
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<li>
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<a href="#israfel">Israfel</a>
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</li>
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<li>
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<a href="#a-paean">A Paean</a>
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<ol>
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<li>
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<a href="#a-paean-1" epub:type="z3998:roman">I</a>
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</li>
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<li>
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<a href="#a-paean-2" epub:type="z3998:roman">II</a>
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||
</li>
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||
<li>
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<a href="#a-paean-3" epub:type="z3998:roman">III</a>
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||
</li>
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||
<li>
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<a href="#a-paean-4" epub:type="z3998:roman">IV</a>
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||
</li>
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||
<li>
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<a href="#a-paean-5" epub:type="z3998:roman">V</a>
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||
</li>
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||
<li>
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<a href="#a-paean-6" epub:type="z3998:roman">VI</a>
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||
</li>
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||
<li>
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<a href="#a-paean-7" epub:type="z3998:roman">VII</a>
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||
</li>
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||
<li>
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<a href="#a-paean-8" epub:type="z3998:roman">VIII</a>
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||
</li>
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||
<li>
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<a href="#a-paean-9" epub:type="z3998:roman">IX</a>
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||
</li>
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<li>
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<a href="#a-paean-10" epub:type="z3998:roman">X</a>
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</li>
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<li>
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<a href="#a-paean-11" epub:type="z3998:roman">XII</a>
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||
</li>
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||
</ol>
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</li>
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<li>
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<a href="#the-sleeper">The Sleeper</a>
|
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</li>
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<li>
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<a href="#to-helen">To Helen</a>
|
||
</li>
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<li>
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<a href="#the-valley-of-unrest">The Valley of Unrest</a>
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||
</li>
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<li>
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<a href="#the-coliseum">The Coliseum</a>
|
||
</li>
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<li>
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<a href="#serenade">Serenade</a>
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||
</li>
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<li>
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<a href="#to-one-in-paradise">To One in Paradise</a>
|
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</li>
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<li>
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<a href="#hymn">Hymn</a>
|
||
</li>
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<li>
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<a href="#the-bridal-ballad">The Bridal Ballad</a>
|
||
</li>
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<li>
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<a href="#to-zante">To Zante</a>
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</li>
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<li>
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<a href="#the-haunted-palace">The Haunted Palace</a>
|
||
</li>
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<li>
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<a href="#silence">Silence</a>
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||
</li>
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<li>
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<a href="#the-conqueror-worm">The Conqueror Worm</a>
|
||
</li>
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||
<li>
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<a href="#eulalie">Eulalie</a>
|
||
</li>
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<li>
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||
<a href="#lenore">Lenore</a>
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||
</li>
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<li>
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<a href="#dreamland">Dreamland</a>
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</li>
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<li>
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<a href="#the-raven">The Raven</a>
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||
</li>
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<li>
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<a href="#to-f">To F⸺</a>
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||
</li>
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||
<li>
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<a href="#a-valentine">A Valentine</a>
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||
</li>
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||
<li>
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<a href="#to-marie-louise-shew">To Marie Louise (Shew)</a>
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||
</li>
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<li>
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<a href="#ulalume">Ulalume</a>
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||
</li>
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<li>
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<a href="#the-bells">The Bells</a>
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<ol>
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<li>
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<a href="#the-bells-1" epub:type="z3998:roman">I</a>
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</li>
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||
<li>
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<a href="#the-bells-2" epub:type="z3998:roman">II</a>
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||
</li>
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||
<li>
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||
<a href="#the-bells-3" epub:type="z3998:roman">III</a>
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||
</li>
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||
<li>
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||
<a href="#the-bells-4" epub:type="z3998:roman">IV</a>
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||
</li>
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||
</ol>
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||
</li>
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||
<li>
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||
<a href="#eldorado">Eldorado</a>
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||
</li>
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||
<li>
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||
<a href="#an-enigma">An Enigma</a>
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||
</li>
|
||
<li>
|
||
<a href="#to-helen-1848">To Helen</a>
|
||
</li>
|
||
<li>
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||
<a href="#annabel-lee">Annabel Lee</a>
|
||
</li>
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||
<li>
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||
<a href="#a-dream-within-a-dream">A Dream Within a Dream</a>
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||
</li>
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||
<li>
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<a href="#for-annie">For Annie</a>
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<h2 epub:type="title">Tamerlane<a href="#note-1" id="noteref-1" epub:type="noteref">1</a></h2>
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<span>Kind solace in a dying hour!</span>
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<span class="i1">Such, father, is not (now) my theme—</span>
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<span>I will not madly deem that power</span>
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<span class="i2">Of Earth may shrive me of the sin</span>
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<span class="i2">Unearthly pride hath revelled in—</span>
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<span class="i1">I have no time to dote or dream:</span>
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<span>You call it hope—that fire of fire!</span>
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<span>It is but agony of desire:</span>
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<span>If I <em>can</em> hope—O God! I can—</span>
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<span class="i1">Its fount is holier—more divine—</span>
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<span>I would not call thee fool, old man,</span>
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<span class="i1">But such is not a gift of thine.</span>
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<span>Know thou the secret of a spirit</span>
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<span class="i1">Bowed from its wild pride into shame.</span>
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<span>O yearning heart! I did inherit</span>
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<span class="i1">Thy withering portion with the fame,</span>
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<span>The searing glory which hath shone</span>
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<span>Amid the Jewels of my throne,</span>
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<span>Halo of Hell! and with a pain</span>
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<span>Not Hell shall make me fear again—</span>
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<span>O craving heart, for the lost flowers</span>
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<span>And sunshine of my summer hours!</span>
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<span>Th’ undying voice of that dead time,</span>
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||
<br/>
|
||
<span>With its interminable chime,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Rings, in the spirit of a spell,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Upon thy emptiness—a knell.</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span>I have not always been as now:</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>The fevered diadem on my brow</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">I claimed and won usurpingly—</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Hath not the same fierce heirdom given</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">Rome to the Caesar—this to me?</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i2">The heritage of a kingly mind,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>And a proud spirit which hath striven</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i2">Triumphantly with human kind.</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>On mountain soil I first drew life:</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">The mists of the Taglay have shed</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">Nightly their dews upon my head,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>And, I believe, the wingèd strife</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>And tumult of the headlong air</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Have nestled in my very hair.</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span>So late from Heaven—that dew—it fell</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">(’Mid dreams of an unholy night)</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Upon me with the touch of Hell,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">While the red flashing of the light</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>From clouds that hung, like banners, o’er,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">Appeared to my half-closing eye</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">The pageantry of monarchy;</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>And the deep trumpet-thunder’s roar</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">Came hurriedly upon me, telling</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i2">Of human battle, where my voice,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">My own voice, silly child!—was swelling</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i2">(O! how my spirit would rejoice,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>And leap within me at the cry)</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>The battle-cry of Victory!</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span>The rain came down upon my head</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">Unsheltered—and the heavy wind</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">Rendered me mad and deaf and blind.</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>It was but man, I thought, who shed</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">Laurels upon me: and the rush—</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>The torrent of the chilly air</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">Gurgled within my ear the crush</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Of empires—with the captive’s prayer—</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>The hum of suitors—and the tone</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Of flattery ’round a sovereign’s throne.</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span>My passions, from that hapless hour,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">Usurped a tyranny which men</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Have deemed since I have reached to power,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i2">My innate nature—be it so:</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">But, father, there lived one who, then,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Then—in my boyhood—when their fire</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i2">Burned with a still intenser glow</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>(For passion must, with youth, expire)</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">E’en <em>then</em> who knew this iron heart</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">In woman’s weakness had a part.</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span>I have no words—alas!—to tell</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>The loveliness of loving well!</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Nor would I now attempt to trace</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>The more than beauty of a face</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Whose lineaments, upon my mind,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Are ⸻ shadows on th’ unstable wind:</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Thus I remember having dwelt</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">Some page of early lore upon,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>With loitering eye, till I have felt</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>The letters—with their meaning—melt</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">To fantasies—with none.</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span>O, she was worthy of all love!</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Love as in infancy was mine—</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>’Twas such as angel minds above</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Might envy; her young heart the shrine</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>On which my ev’ry hope and thought</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">Were incense—then a goodly gift,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i2">For they were childish and upright—</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Pure—as her young example taught:</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">Why did I leave it, and, adrift,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i2">Trust to the fire within, for light?</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span>We grew in age—and love—together—</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">Roaming the forest, and the wild;</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>My breast her shield in wintry weather—</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">And, when the friendly sunshine smiled.</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>And she would mark the opening skies,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span><em>I</em> saw no Heaven—but in her eyes.</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Young Love’s first lesson is—the heart:</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">For ’mid that sunshine, and those smiles,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>When, from our little cares apart,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">And laughing at her girlish wiles,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>I’d throw me on her throbbing breast,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">And pour my spirit out in tears—</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>There was no need to speak the rest—</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">No need to quiet any fears</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Of her—who asked no reason why,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>But turned on me her quiet eye!</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span>Yet <em>more</em> than worthy of the love</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>My spirit struggled with, and strove,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>When, on the mountain peak, alone,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Ambition lent it a new tone—</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>I had no being—but in thee:</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">The world, and all it did contain</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>In the earth—the air—the sea—</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">Its joy—its little lot of pain</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>That was new pleasure—the ideal,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">Dim, vanities of dreams by night—</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>And dimmer nothings which were real—</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">(Shadows—and a more shadowy light!)</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Parted upon their misty wings,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i2">And, so, confusedly, became</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i2">Thine image, and—a name—a name!</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Two separate—yet most intimate things.</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span>I was ambitious—have you known</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i2">The passion, father? You have not:</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>A cottager, I marked a throne</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Of half the world as all my own,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i2">And murmured at such lowly lot—</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>But, just like any other dream,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i2">Upon the vapor of the dew</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>My own had past, did not the beam</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i2">Of beauty which did while it thro’</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>The minute—the hour—the day—oppress</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>My mind with double loveliness.</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>We walked together on the crown</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Of a high mountain which looked down</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Afar from its proud natural towers</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">Of rock and forest, on the hills—</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>The dwindled hills! begirt with bowers</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">And shouting with a thousand rills.</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span>I spoke to her of power and pride,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">But mystically—in such guise</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>That she might deem it naught beside</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">The moment’s converse; in her eyes</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>I read, perhaps too carelessly—</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">A mingled feeling with my own—</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>The flush on her bright cheek, to me</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">Seemed to become a queenly throne</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Too well that I should let it be</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">Light in the wilderness alone.</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span>I wrapped myself in grandeur then,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i2">And donned a visionary crown—</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">Yet it was not that Fantasy</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">Had thrown her mantle over me—</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>But that, among the rabble—men,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i2">Lion ambition is chained down—</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>And crouches to a keeper’s hand—</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Not so in deserts where the grand—</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>The wild—the terrible conspire</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>With their own breath to fan his fire.</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span>Look ’round thee now on Samarkand!—</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">Is not she queen of Earth? her pride</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Above all cities? in her hand</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">Their destinies? in all beside</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Of glory which the world hath known</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Stands she not nobly and alone?</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Falling—her veriest stepping-stone</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Shall form the pedestal of a throne—</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>And who her sovereign? Timour—he</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">Whom the astonished people saw</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Striding o’er empires haughtily</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">A diademed outlaw!</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span>O, human love! thou spirit given,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>On Earth, of all we hope in Heaven!</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Which fall’st into the soul like rain</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Upon the Siroc-withered plain,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>And, failing in thy power to bless</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>But leav’st the heart a wilderness!</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Idea! which bindest life around</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>With music of so strange a sound</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>And beauty of so wild a birth—</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Farewell! for I have won the Earth.</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span>When Hope, the eagle that towered, could see</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">No cliff beyond him in the sky,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>His pinions were bent droopingly—</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">And homeward turned his softened eye.</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>’Twas sunset: when the sun will part</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>There comes a sullenness of heart</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>To him who still would look upon</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>The glory of the summer sun.</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>That soul will hate the ev’ning mist,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>So often lovely, and will list</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>To the sound of the coming darkness (known</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>To those whose spirits hearken) as one</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Who, in a dream of night, <em>would</em> fly,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>But <em>can not</em>, from a danger nigh.</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span>What tho’ the moon—tho’ the white moon</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Shed all the splendor of her noon,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span><em>Her</em> smile is chilly—and <em>her</em> beam,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>In that time of dreariness, will seem</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>(So like you gather in your breath)</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>A portrait taken after death.</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>And boyhood in a summer sun</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Whose waning is the dreariest one—</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>For all we live to know is known,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>And all we seek to keep hath flown—</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Let life, then, as the day-flower, fall</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>With the noonday beauty—which is all.</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>I reached my home—my home no more—</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">For all had flown who made it so.</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>I passed from out its mossy door,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">And, tho’ my tread was soft and low,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>A voice came from the threshold stone</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Of one whom I had earlier known—</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">O! I defy thee, Hell, to show</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">On beds of fire that burn below,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">A humbler heart—a deeper woe.</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span>Father, I firmly do believe—</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">I <em>know</em>—for Death, who comes for me</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i2">From regions of the blest afar,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Where there is nothing to deceive,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i2">Hath left his iron gate ajar,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">And rays of truth you cannot see</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">Are flashing thro’ Eternity—</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>I do believe that Eblis hath</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>A snare in every human path—</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Else how, when in the holy grove</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>I wandered of the idol, Love—</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Who daily scents his snowy wings</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>With incense of burnt-offerings</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>From the most unpolluted things,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Whose pleasant bowers are yet so riven</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Above with trellised rays from Heaven</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>No mote may shun—no tiniest fly—</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>The light’ning of his eagle eye—</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>How was it that Ambition crept,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">Unseen, amid the revels there,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Till growing bold, he laughed and leapt</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">In the tangles of Love’s very hair?</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
</article>
|
||
<article id="song" epub:type="z3998:poem bodymatter z3998:fiction">
|
||
<h2 epub:type="title">Song</h2>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span>I saw thee on thy bridal day—</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">When a burning blush came o’er thee,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Though happiness around thee lay,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">The world all love before thee:</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span>And in thine eye a kindling light</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">(Whatever it might be)</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Was all on Earth my aching sight</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">Of Loveliness could see.</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span>That blush, perhaps, was maiden shame—</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">As such it well may pass—</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Though its glow hath raised a fiercer flame</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">In the breast of him, alas!</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span>Who saw thee on that bridal day,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">When that deep blush <em>would</em> come o’er thee,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Though happiness around thee lay,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">The world all love before thee.</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
</article>
|
||
<article id="dreams" epub:type="z3998:poem bodymatter z3998:fiction">
|
||
<h2 epub:type="title">Dreams</h2>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span>Oh! that my young life were a lasting dream!</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>My spirit not awakening, till the beam</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Of an Eternity should bring the morrow.</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Yes! though that long dream were of hopeless sorrow,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>’Twere better than the cold reality</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Of waking life, to him whose heart must be,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>And hath been still, on the lovely earth,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>A chaos of deep passion, from his birth.</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>But should it be—that dream eternally</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Continuing—as dreams have been to me</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>In my young boyhood—should it thus be given,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>’Twere folly still to hope for higher Heaven.</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>For I have revelled when the sun was bright</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>I’ the summer sky, in dreams of living light,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>And loveliness—have left my very heart</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Inclines of my imaginary apart<a href="#note-2" id="noteref-2" epub:type="noteref">2</a></span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>From mine own home, with beings that have been</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Of mine own thought—what more could I have seen?</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>’Twas once—and only once—and the wild hour</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>From my remembrance shall not pass—some power</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Or spell had bound me—’twas the chilly wind</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Came o’er me in the night, and left behind</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Its image on my spirit—or the moon</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Shone on my slumbers in her lofty noon</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Too coldly—or the stars—howe’er it was</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>That dream was as that night-wind—let it pass.</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span><em>I have been</em> happy—though in a dream.</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>I have been happy—and I love the theme:</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Dreams! in their vivid coloring of life</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>As in that fleeting, shadowy, misty strife</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Of semblance with reality which brings</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>To the delirious eye, more lovely things</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Of Paradise and Love—and all my own!—</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Than young Hope in his sunniest hour hath known.</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
</article>
|
||
<article id="spirits-of-the-dead" epub:type="z3998:poem bodymatter z3998:fiction">
|
||
<h2 epub:type="title">Spirits of the Dead</h2>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span>Thy soul shall find itself alone</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>’Mid dark thoughts of the gray tombstone—</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Not one, of all the crowd, to pry</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Into thine hour of secrecy.</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Be silent in that solitude</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">Which is not loneliness—for then</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>The spirits of the dead who stood</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">In life before thee are again</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>In death around thee—and their will</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Shall then overshadow thee: be still.</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>For the night—tho’ clear—shall frown—</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>And the stars shall not look down</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>From their high thrones in the Heaven,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>With light like Hope to mortals given—</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>But their red orbs, without beam,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>To thy weariness shall seem</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>As a burning and a fever</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Which would cling to thee forever.</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Now are thoughts thou shalt not banish—</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Now are visions ne’er to vanish—</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>From thy spirit shall they pass</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>No more—like dew-drops from the grass.</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>The breeze—the breath of God—is still—</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>And the mist upon the hill</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Shadowy—shadowy—yet unbroken,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Is a symbol and a token—</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>How it hangs upon the trees,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>A mystery of mysteries!</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
</article>
|
||
<article id="evening-star" epub:type="z3998:poem bodymatter z3998:fiction">
|
||
<h2 epub:type="title">Evening Star</h2>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span>’Twas noontide of summer,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">And midtime of night,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>And stars, in their orbits,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">Shone pale, through the light</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Of the brighter, cold moon.</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">’Mid planets her slaves,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Herself in the Heavens,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">Her beam on the waves.</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span class="i1">I gazed awhile</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">On her cold smile;</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Too cold—too cold for me—</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">There passed, as a shroud,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">A fleecy cloud,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>And I turned away to thee,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">Proud Evening Star,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">In thy glory afar</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>And dearer thy beam shall be;</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">For joy to my heart</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">Is the proud part</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Thou bearest in Heaven at night,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">And more I admire</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">Thy distant fire,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Than that colder, lowly light.</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
</article>
|
||
<article id="imitation" epub:type="z3998:poem bodymatter z3998:fiction">
|
||
<h2 epub:type="title">Imitation</h2>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span>A dark unfathomed tide</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Of interminable pride—</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>A mystery, and a dream,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Should my early life seem;</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>I say that dream was fraught</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>With a wild and waking thought</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Of beings that have been,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Which my spirit hath not seen,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Had I let them pass me by,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>With a dreaming eye!</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Let none of earth inherit</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>That vision on my spirit;</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Those thoughts I would control,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>As a spell upon his soul:</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>For that bright hope at last</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>And that light time have past,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>And my worldly rest hath gone</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>With a sigh as it passed on:</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>I care not though it perish</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>With a thought I then did cherish.</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
</article>
|
||
<article id="stanzas" epub:type="z3998:poem bodymatter z3998:fiction">
|
||
<header>
|
||
<h2 epub:type="title">Stanzas</h2>
|
||
<blockquote epub:type="epigraph z3998:verse">
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span>How often we forget all time, when lone</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Admiring Nature’s universal throne;</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Her woods—her wilds—her mountains—the intense</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Reply of Hers to Our intelligence!</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
</blockquote>
|
||
</header>
|
||
<section id="stanzas-1">
|
||
<h3 epub:type="ordinal z3998:roman">I</h3>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span>In youth I have known one with whom the Earth</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">In secret communing held—as he with it,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>In daylight, and in beauty, from his birth:</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">Whose fervid, flickering torch of life was lit</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>From the sun and stars, whence he had drawn forth</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">A passionate light such for his spirit was fit—</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>And yet that spirit knew—not in the hour</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Of its own fervor—what had o’er it power.</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
</section>
|
||
<section id="stanzas-2">
|
||
<h3 epub:type="ordinal z3998:roman">II</h3>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span>Perhaps it may be that my mind is wrought</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">To a fever<a href="#note-3" id="noteref-3" epub:type="noteref">3</a> by the moonbeam that hangs o’er,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>But I will half believe that wild light fraught</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">With more of sovereignty than ancient lore</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Hath ever told—or is it of a thought</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">The unembodied essence, and no more</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>That with a quickening spell doth o’er us pass</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>As dew of the night-time, o’er the summer grass?</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
</section>
|
||
<section id="stanzas-3">
|
||
<h3 epub:type="ordinal z3998:roman">III</h3>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span>Doth o’er us pass, when, as th’ expanding eye</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">To the loved object—so the tear to the lid</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Will start, which lately slept in apathy?</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">And yet it need not be—(that object) hid</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>From us in life—but common—which doth lie</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">Each hour before us—but then only bid</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>With a strange sound, as of a harp-string broken</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>T’ awake us—’Tis a symbol and a token—</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
</section>
|
||
<section id="stanzas-4">
|
||
<h3 epub:type="ordinal z3998:roman">IV</h3>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span>Of what in other worlds shall be—and given</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">In beauty by our God, to those alone</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Who otherwise would fall from life and Heaven</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">Drawn by their heart’s passion, and that tone,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>That high tone of the spirit which hath striven</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">Though not with Faith—with godliness—whose throne</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>With desperate energy ’t hath beaten down;</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Wearing its own deep feeling as a crown.</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
</section>
|
||
</article>
|
||
<article id="a-dream" epub:type="z3998:poem bodymatter z3998:fiction">
|
||
<h2 epub:type="title">A Dream</h2>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span>In visions of the dark night</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">I have dreamed of joy departed—</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>But a waking dream of life and light</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">Hath left me broken-hearted.</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span>Ah! what is not a dream by day</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">To him whose eyes are cast</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>On things around him with a ray</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">Turned back upon the past?</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span>That holy dream—that holy dream,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">While all the world were chiding,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Hath cheered me as a lovely beam,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">A lonely spirit guiding.</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span>What though that light, thro’ storm and night,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">So trembled from afar—</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>What could there be more purely bright</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">In Truth’s day-star?</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
</article>
|
||
<article id="the-happiest-day" epub:type="z3998:poem bodymatter z3998:fiction">
|
||
<h2 epub:type="title">“The Happiest Day”</h2>
|
||
<section id="the-happiest-day-1">
|
||
<h3 epub:type="ordinal z3998:roman">I</h3>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span>The happiest day—the happiest hour</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">My seared and blighted heart hath known,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>The highest hope of pride and power,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">I feel hath flown.</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
</section>
|
||
<section id="the-happiest-day-2">
|
||
<h3 epub:type="ordinal z3998:roman">II</h3>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span>Of power! said I? Yes! such I ween</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">But they have vanished long, alas!</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>The visions of my youth have been—</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">But let them pass.</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
</section>
|
||
<section id="the-happiest-day-3">
|
||
<h3 epub:type="ordinal z3998:roman">III</h3>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span>And pride, what have I now with thee?</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">Another brow may ev’n inherit</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>The venom thou hast poured on me—</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">Be still my spirit!</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
</section>
|
||
<section id="the-happiest-day-4">
|
||
<h3 epub:type="ordinal z3998:roman">IV</h3>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span>The happiest day—the happiest hour</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">Mine eyes shall see—have ever seen</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>The brightest glance of pride and power</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">I feet have been:</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
</section>
|
||
<section id="the-happiest-day-5">
|
||
<h3 epub:type="ordinal z3998:roman">V</h3>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span>But were that hope of pride and power</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">Now offered with the pain</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Ev’n <em>then</em> I felt—that brightest hour</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">I would not live again:</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
</section>
|
||
<section id="the-happiest-day-6">
|
||
<h3 epub:type="ordinal z3998:roman">VI</h3>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span>For on its wing was dark alloy</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">And as it fluttered—fell</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>An essence—powerful to destroy</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">A soul that knew it well.</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
</section>
|
||
</article>
|
||
<article id="the-lake" epub:type="z3998:poem bodymatter z3998:fiction">
|
||
<h2 epub:type="title">The Lake</h2>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span>In spring of youth it was my lot</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>To haunt of the wide world a spot</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>The which I could not love the less—</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>So lovely was the loneliness</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Of a wild lake, with black rock bound,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>And the tall pines that towered around.</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span>But when the Night had thrown her pall</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Upon that spot, as upon all,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>And the mystic wind went by</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Murmuring in melody—</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Then—ah, then, I would awake</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>To the terror of the lone lake.</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span>Yet that terror was not fright,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>But a tremulous delight—</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>A feeling not the jewelled mine</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Could teach or bribe me to define—</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Nor Love—although the Love were thine.</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span>Death was in that poisonous wave,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>And in its gulf a fitting grave</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>For him who thence could solace bring</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>To his lone imagining—</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Whose solitary soul could make</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>An Eden of that dim lake.</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
</article>
|
||
<article id="to-the-river" epub:type="z3998:poem bodymatter z3998:fiction">
|
||
<h2 epub:type="title">To the River ⸻</h2>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span>Fair river! in thy bright, clear flow</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">Of crystal, wandering water,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Thou art an emblem of the glow</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i2">Of beauty—the unhidden heart—</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i2">The playful maziness of art</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">In old Alberto’s daughter;</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span>But when within thy wave she looks—</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">Which glistens then, and trembles—</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Why, then, the prettiest of brooks</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">Her worshipper resembles;</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>For in my heart, as in thy stream,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">Her image deeply lies</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>His heart which trembles at the beam</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">Of her soul-searching eyes.</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
</article>
|
||
<article id="alone" epub:type="z3998:poem bodymatter z3998:fiction">
|
||
<h2 epub:type="title">Alone</h2>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span>From childhood’s hour I have not been</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>As others were—I have not seen</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>As others saw—I could not bring</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>My passions from a common spring—</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>From the same source I have not taken</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>My sorrow—I could not awaken</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>My heart to joy at the same tone—</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>And all I loved—<em>I</em> loved alone—</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span><em>Thou</em>—in my childhood—in the dawn</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Of a most stormy life—was drawn</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>From every depth of good and ill</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>The mystery which binds me still—</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>From the torrent, or the fountain—</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>From the red cliff of the mountain—</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>From the sun that round me roll’d</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>In its autumn tint of gold—</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>From the lightning in the sky</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>As it passed me flying by—</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>From the thunder, and the storm—</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>And the cloud that took the form</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>(When the rest of Heaven was blue)</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Of a demon in my view.</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
</article>
|
||
<article id="sonnet-to-science" epub:type="z3998:poem bodymatter z3998:fiction">
|
||
<h2 epub:type="title">Sonnet—To Science</h2>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span>Science! true daughter of Old Time thou art!</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">Who alterest all things with thy peering eyes.</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Why preyest thou thus upon the poet’s heart,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">Vulture, whose wings are dull realities?</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>How should he love thee? or how deem thee wise,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">Who wouldst not leave him in his wandering</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>To seek for treasure in the jewelled skies</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">Albeit he soared with an undaunted wing?</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Hast thou not dragged Diana from her car?</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">And driven the Hamadryad from the wood</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>To seek a shelter in some happier star?</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">Hast thou not torn the Naiad from her flood,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>The Elfin from the green grass, and from me</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>The summer dream beneath the tamarind tree?</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
</article>
|
||
<article id="an-acrostic" epub:type="z3998:poem bodymatter z3998:fiction">
|
||
<h2 epub:type="title">An Acrostic</h2>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span>Elizabeth it is in vain you say</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>“Love not”—thou sayest it in so sweet a way:</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>In vain those words from thee or <abbr class="eoc" epub:type="z3998:personal-name">L. E. L.</abbr></span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Zantippe’s talents had enforced so well:</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Ah! if that language from thy heart arise,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Breathe it less gently forth—and veil thine eyes.</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Endymion, recollect, when Luna tried</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>To cure his love—was cured of all beside—</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>His folly—pride—and passion—for he died.</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
</article>
|
||
<article id="elizabeth" epub:type="z3998:poem bodymatter z3998:fiction">
|
||
<h2 epub:type="title">Elizabeth</h2>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span>Elizabeth—it surely is most fit</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>[Logic and common usage so commanding]</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>In thy own book that <em>first</em> thy name be writ,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Zeno<a href="#note-4" id="noteref-4" epub:type="noteref">4</a> and other sages notwithstanding;</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>And <em>I</em> have other reasons for so doing</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Besides my innate love of contradiction;</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Each poet—<em>if</em> a poet—in pursuing</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>The muses thro’ their bowers of Truth or Fiction,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Has studied very little of his part,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Read nothing, written less—in short ’s a fool</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Endued with neither soul, nor sense, nor art,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Being ignorant of one important rule,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Employed in even the theses of the school—</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Called—I forget the heathenish Greek name</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>[Called anything, its meaning is the same]</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>“Always write <em>first</em> things uppermost in the heart.”</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
</article>
|
||
<article id="al-aaraaf" epub:type="z3998:poem bodymatter z3998:fiction">
|
||
<h2 epub:type="title">Al Aaraaf<a href="#note-5" id="noteref-5" epub:type="noteref">5</a></h2>
|
||
<section id="al-aaraaf-1">
|
||
<h3 epub:type="ordinal z3998:roman">I</h3>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span>O! nothing earthly save the ray</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>(Thrown back from flowers) of Beauty’s eye,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>As in those gardens where the day</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Springs from the germs of Circassy—</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>O! nothing earthly save the thrill</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Of melody in woodland rill—</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Or (music of the passion-hearted)</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Joy’s voice so peacefully departed</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>That like the murmur in the shell,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Its echo dwelleth and will dwell—</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>O! nothing of the dross of ours—</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Yet all the beauty—all the flowers</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>That list our Love, and deck our bowers—</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Adorn yon world afar, afar—</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>The wandering star.</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span class="i1">’Twas a sweet time for Nesace—for there</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Her world lay lolling on the golden air,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Near four bright suns—a temporary rest—</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>An oasis in desert of the blest.</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Away—away—’mid seas of rays that roll</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Empyrean splendor o’er th’ unchained soul—</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>The soul that scarce (the billows are so dense)</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Can struggle to its destin’d eminence—</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>To distant spheres, from time to time, she rode,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>And late to ours, the favor’d one of God—</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>But, now, the ruler of an anchor’d realm,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>She throws aside the sceptre—leaves the helm,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>And, amid incense and high spiritual hymns,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Laves in quadruple light her angel limbs.</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span class="i1">Now happiest, loveliest in yon lovely Earth,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Whence sprang the “Idea of Beauty” into birth,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>(Falling in wreaths thro’ many a startled star,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Like woman’s hair ’mid pearls, until, afar,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>It lit on hills Achaian, and there dwelt),</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>She look’d into Infinity—and knelt.</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Rich clouds, for canopies, about her curled—</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Fit emblems of the model of her world—</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Seen but in beauty—not impeding sight—</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Of other beauty glittering thro’ the light—</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>A wreath that twined each starry form around,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>And all the opal’d air in color bound.</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span class="i1">All hurriedly she knelt upon a bed</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Of flowers: of lilies such as rear’d the head</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>On the fair Capo Deucato,<a href="#note-6" id="noteref-6" epub:type="noteref">6</a> and sprang</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>So eagerly around about to hang</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Upon the flying footsteps of—deep pride—</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Of her who lov’d a mortal—and so died.<a href="#note-7" id="noteref-7" epub:type="noteref">7</a></span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>The Sephalica, budding with young bees,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Uprear’d its purple stem around her knees:</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>And gemmy flower, of Trebizond misnam’d—<a href="#note-8" id="noteref-8" epub:type="noteref">8</a></span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Inmate of highest stars, where erst it sham’d</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>All other loveliness: its honied dew</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>(The fabled nectar that the heathen knew)</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Deliriously sweet, was dropp’d from Heaven,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>And fell on gardens of the unforgiven</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>In Trebizond—and on a sunny flower</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>So like its own above that, to this hour,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>It still remaineth, torturing the bee</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>With madness, and unwonted reverie:</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>In Heaven, and all its environs, the leaf</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>And blossom of the fairy plant, in grief</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Disconsolate linger—grief that hangs her head,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Repenting follies that full long have fled,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Heaving her white breast to the balmy air,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Like guilty beauty, chasten’d, and more fair:</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Nyctanthes too, as sacred as the light</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>She fears to perfume, perfuming the night:</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>And Clytia<a href="#note-9" id="noteref-9" epub:type="noteref">9</a> pondering between many a sun,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>While pettish tears adown her petals run:</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>And that aspiring flower that sprang on Earth—<a href="#note-10" id="noteref-10" epub:type="noteref">10</a></span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>And died, ere scarce exalted into birth,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Bursting its odorous heart in spirit to wing</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Its way to Heaven, from garden of a king:</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>And Valisnerian lotus thither flown<a href="#note-11" id="noteref-11" epub:type="noteref">11</a></span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>From struggling with the waters of the Rhone:</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>And thy most lovely purple perfume, Zante!<a href="#note-12" id="noteref-12" epub:type="noteref">12</a></span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>
|
||
<i lang="it" xml:lang="it">Isola d’oro!—Fior di Levante!</i>
|
||
</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>And the Nelumbo bud that floats forever.<a href="#note-13" id="noteref-13" epub:type="noteref">13</a></span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>With Indian Cupid down the holy river—</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Fair flowers, and fairy! to whose care is given</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>To bear the Goddess’ song, in odors up to Heaven.<a href="#note-14" id="noteref-14" epub:type="noteref">14</a></span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span class="i3">“Spirit! that dwellest where,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i5">In the deep sky,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i4">The terrible and fair,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i5">In beauty vie!</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i4">Beyond the line of blue—</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i5">The boundary of the star</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i4">Which turneth at the view</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i5">Of thy barrier and thy bar—</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i4">Of the barrier overgone</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i5">By the comets who were cast</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i4">From their pride, and from their throne</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i5">To be drudges till the last—</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i4">To be carriers of fire</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i5">(The red fire of their heart)</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i4">With speed that may not tire</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i5">And with pain that shall not part—</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i4">Who livest—<em>that</em> we know—</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i5">In Eternity—we feel—</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i4">But the shadow of whose brow</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i5">What spirit shall reveal?</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i4">Tho’ the beings whom thy Nesace,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i5">Thy messenger hath known</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i4">Have dream’d for thy Infinity</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i5">A model of their own—<a href="#note-15" id="noteref-15" epub:type="noteref">15</a></span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i4">Thy will is done, O, God!</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i5">The star hath ridden high</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i4">Thro’ many a tempest, but she rode</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i5">Beneath thy burning eye;</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i4">And here, in thought, to thee—</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i5">In thought that can alone</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i4">Ascend thy empire and so be</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i5">A partner of thy throne—</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i4">By wingèd Fantasy,<a href="#note-16" id="noteref-16" epub:type="noteref">16</a></span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i5">My embassy is given,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i4">Till secrecy shall knowledge be</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i5">In the environs of Heaven.”</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span>She ceas’d—and buried then her burning cheek</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Abash’d, amid the lilies there, to seek</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>A shelter from the fervor of His eye;</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>For the stars trembled at the Deity.</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>She stirr’d not—breath’d not—for a voice was there</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>How solemnly pervading the calm air!</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>A sound of silence on the startled ear</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Which dreamy poets name “the music of the sphere.”</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Ours is a world of words: Quiet we call</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>“Silence”—which is the merest word of all.</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>All Nature speaks, and ev’n ideal things</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Flap shadowy sounds from visionary wings—</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>But ah! not so when, thus, in realms on high</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>The eternal voice of God is passing by,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>And the red winds are withering in the sky!</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span class="i1">“What tho’ in worlds which sightless cycles run,<a href="#note-17" id="noteref-17" epub:type="noteref">17</a></span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Link’d to a little system, and one sun—</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Where all my love is folly, and the crowd</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Still think my terrors but the thunder cloud,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>The storm, the earthquake, and the ocean-wrath—</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>(Ah! will they cross me in my angrier path?)</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>What tho’ in worlds which own a single sun</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>The sands of Time grow dimmer as they run,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Yet thine is my resplendency, so given</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>To bear my secrets thro’ the upper Heaven.</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Leave tenantless thy crystal home, and fly,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>With all thy train, athwart the moony sky—</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Apart—like fire-flies in Sicilian night,<a href="#note-18" id="noteref-18" epub:type="noteref">18</a></span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>And wing to other worlds another light!</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Divulge the secrets of thy embassy</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>To the proud orbs that twinkle—and so be</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>To ev’ry heart a barrier and a ban</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Lest the stars totter in the guilt of man!”</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span class="i1">Up rose the maiden in the yellow night,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>The single-moonèd eve!—on Earth we plight</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Our faith to one love—and one moon adore—</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>The birthplace of young Beauty had no more.</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>As sprang that yellow star from downy hours,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Up rose the maiden from her shrine of flowers,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>And bent o’er sheeny mountain and dim plain</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Her way—but left not yet her Therasaean reign.<a href="#note-19" id="noteref-19" epub:type="noteref">19</a></span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
</section>
|
||
<section id="al-aaraaf-2">
|
||
<h3 epub:type="ordinal z3998:roman">II</h3>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span>High on a mountain of enamell’d head—</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Such as the drowsy shepherd on his bed</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Of giant pasturage lying at his ease,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Raising his heavy eyelid, starts and sees</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>With many a mutter’d “hope to be forgiven”</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>What time the moon is quadrated in Heaven—</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Of rosy head, that towering far away</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Into the sunlit ether, caught the ray</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Of sunken suns at eve—at noon of night,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>While the moon danc’d with the fair stranger light—</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Uprear’d upon such height arose a pile</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Of gorgeous columns on th’ unburden’d air,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Flashing from Parian marble that twin smile</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Far down upon the wave that sparkled there,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>And nursled the young mountain in its lair.</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Of molten stars their pavement, such as fall<a href="#note-20" id="noteref-20" epub:type="noteref">20</a></span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Thro’ the ebon air, besilvering the pall</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Of their own dissolution, while they die—</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Adorning then the dwellings of the sky.</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>A dome, by linkèd light from Heaven let down,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Sat gently on these columns as a crown—</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>A window of one circular diamond, there,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Look’d out above into the purple air,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>And rays from God shot down that meteor chain</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>And hallow’d all the beauty twice again,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Save when, between th’ Empyrean and that ring,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Some eager spirit flapp’d his dusky wing.</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>But on the pillars Seraph eyes have seen</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>The dimness of this world: that grayish green</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>That Nature loves the best for Beauty’s grave</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Lurk’d in each cornice, round each architrave—</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>And every sculptur’d cherub thereabout</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>That from his marble dwelling peerèd out,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Seem’d earthly in the shadow of his niche—</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Achaian statues in a world so rich?</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Friezes from Tadmor and Persepolis—<a href="#note-21" id="noteref-21" epub:type="noteref">21</a></span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>From Balbec, and the stilly, clear abyss</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Of beautiful Gomorrah! Oh, the wave<a href="#note-22" id="noteref-22" epub:type="noteref">22</a></span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Is now upon thee—but too late to save!</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span class="i1">Sound loves to revel in a summer night:</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Witness the murmur of the gray twilight</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>That stole upon the ear, in Eyraco,<a href="#note-23" id="noteref-23" epub:type="noteref">23</a></span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Of many a wild star-gazer long ago—</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>That stealeth ever on the ear of him</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Who, musing, gazeth on the distance dim.</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>And sees the darkness coming as a cloud—</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Is not its form—its voice—most palpable and loud?<a href="#note-24" id="noteref-24" epub:type="noteref">24</a></span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span class="i1">But what is this?—it cometh—and it brings</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>A music with it—’tis the rush of wings—</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>A pause—and then a sweeping, falling strain,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>And Nesace is in her halls again.</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>From the wild energy of wanton haste</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">Her cheeks were flushing, and her lips apart;</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>The zone that clung around her gentle waist</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">Had burst beneath the heaving of her heart.</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Within the centre of that hall to breathe</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>She paus’d and panted, Zanthe! all beneath,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>The fairy light that kiss’d her golden hair</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>And long’d to rest, yet could but sparkle there!</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span>Young flowers were whispering in melody<a href="#note-25" id="noteref-25" epub:type="noteref">25</a></span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>To happy flowers that night—and tree to tree;</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Fountains were gushing music as they fell</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>In many a starlit grove, or moonlit dell;</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Yet silence came upon material things—</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Fair flowers, bright waterfalls and angel wings—</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>And sound alone that from the spirit sprang</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Bore burden to the charm the maiden sang:</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span class="i4">“ ’Neath blue-bell or streamer—</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i5">Or tufted wild spray</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i4">That keeps, from the dreamer,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i5">The moonbeam away—<a href="#note-26" id="noteref-26" epub:type="noteref">26</a></span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i4">Bright beings! that ponder,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i5">With half-closing eyes,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i4">On the stars which your wonder</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i5">Hath drawn from the skies,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i4">Till they glance thro’ the shade, and</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i5">Come down to your brow</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i4">Like—eyes of the maiden</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i5">Who calls on you now—</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i4">Arise! from your dreaming</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i5">In violet bowers,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i4">To duty beseeming</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i5">These starlitten hours—</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i4">And shake from your tresses</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i5">Encumber’d with dew</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i4">The breath of those kisses</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i5">That cumber them too—</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i4">(O! how, without you, Love!</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i5">Could angels be blest?)</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i4">Those kisses of true love</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i5">That lull’d ye to rest!</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i4">Up! shake from your wing</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i4">Each hindering thing:</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i4">The dew of the night—</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i4">It would weigh down your flight;</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i4">And true love caresses—</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i5">O! leave them apart!</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i4">They are light on the tresses,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i5">But lead on the heart.</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span class="i4">“Ligeia! Ligeia!</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i5">My beautiful one!</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i4">Whose harshest idea</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i5">Will to melody run,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i4">O! is it thy will</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i5">On the breezes to toss?</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i4">Or, capriciously still,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i5">Like the lone Albatross,<a href="#note-27" id="noteref-27" epub:type="noteref">27</a></span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i4">Incumbent on night</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i5">(As she on the air)</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i4">To keep watch with delight</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i5">On the harmony there?</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span class="i4">“Ligeia! wherever</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i5">Thy image may be,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i4">No magic shall sever</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i5">Thy music from thee.</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i4">Thou hast bound many eyes</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i5">In a dreamy sleep—</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i4">But the strains still arise</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i5">Which <em>thy</em> vigilance keep—</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i4">The sound of the rain</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i5">Which leaps down to the flower,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i4">And dances again</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i5">In the rhythm of the shower—</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i4">The murmur that springs<a href="#note-28" id="noteref-28" epub:type="noteref">28</a></span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i5">From the growing of grass</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i4">Are the music of things—</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i5">But are modell’d, alas!—</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i4">Away, then, my dearest,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i5">O! hie thee away</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i4">To springs that lie clearest</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i5">Beneath the moon-ray—</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i4">To lone lake that smiles,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i5">In its dream of deep rest,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i4">At the many star-isles</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i5">That enjewel its breast—</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i4">Where wild flowers, creeping,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i5">Have mingled their shade,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i4">On its margin is sleeping</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i5">Full many a maid—</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i4">Some have left the cool glade, and</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i5">Have slept with the bee—<a href="#note-29" id="noteref-29" epub:type="noteref">29</a></span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i4">Arouse them, my maiden,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i5">On moorland and lea—</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i4">Go! breathe on their slumber,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i5">All softly in ear,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i4">The musical number</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i5">They slumber’d to hear—</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i4">For what can awaken</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i5">An angel so soon</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i4">Whose sleep hath been taken</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i5">Beneath the cold moon,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i4">As the spell which no slumber</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i5">Of witchery may test,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i4">The rhythmical number</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i5">Which lull’d him to rest?”</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span>Spirits in wing, and angels to the view,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>A thousand seraphs burst th’ Empyrean thro’.</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Young dreams still hovering on their drowsy flight—</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Seraphs in all but “Knowledge,” the keen light</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>That fell, refracted, thro’ thy bounds afar</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>O Death! from eye of God upon that star:</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Sweet was that error—sweeter still that death—</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Sweet was that error—ev’n with <em>us</em> the breath</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Of Science dims the mirror of our joy—</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>To them ’twere the Simoom, and would destroy—</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>For what (to them) availeth it to know</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>That Truth is Falsehood—or that Bliss is Woe?</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Sweet was their death—with them to die was rife</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>With the last ecstasy of satiate life—</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Beyond that death no immortality—</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>But sleep that pondereth and is not “to be”—</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>And there—oh! may my weary spirit dwell—</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Apart from Heaven’s Eternity—and yet how far from Hell!<a href="#note-30" id="noteref-30" epub:type="noteref">30</a></span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>What guilty spirit, in what shrubbery dim,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Heard not the stirring summons of that hymn?</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>But two: they fell: for Heaven no grace imparts</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>To those who hear not for their beating hearts.</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>A maiden-angel and her seraph-lover—</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>O! where (and ye may seek the wide skies over)</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Was Love, the blind, near sober Duty known?</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Unguided Love hath fallen—’mid “tears of perfect moan.”<a href="#note-31" id="noteref-31" epub:type="noteref">31</a></span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span>He was a goodly spirit—he who fell:</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>A wanderer by mossy-mantled well—</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>A gazer on the lights that shine above—</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>A dreamer in the moonbeam by his love:</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>What wonder? For each star is eye-like there,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>And looks so sweetly down on Beauty’s hair—</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>And they, and ev’ry mossy spring were holy</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>To his love-haunted heart and melancholy.</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>The night had found (to him a night of woe)</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Upon a mountain crag, young Angelo—</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Beetling it bends athwart the solemn sky,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>And scowls on starry worlds that down beneath it lie.</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Here sate he with his love—his dark eye bent</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>With eagle gaze along the firmament:</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Now turn’d it upon her—but ever then</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>It trembled to the orb of <strong>Earth</strong> again.</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span>“Ianthe, dearest, see! how dim that ray!</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>How lovely ’tis to look so far away!</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>She seem’d not thus upon that autumn eve</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>I left her gorgeous halls—nor mourned to leave.</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>That eve—that eve—I should remember well—</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>The sun-ray dropped, in Lemnos with a spell</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>On th’ Arabesque carving of a gilded hall</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Wherein I sate, and on the draperied wall—</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>And on my eyelids—O, the heavy light!</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>How drowsily it weighed them into night!</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>On flowers, before, and mist, and love they ran</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>With Persian Saadi in his Gulistan:</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>But O, that light!—I slumbered—Death, the while,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Stole o’er my senses in that lovely isle</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>So softly that no single silken hair</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Awoke that slept—or knew that he was there.</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span>“The last spot of Earth’s orb I trod upon</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Was a proud temple called the Parthenon;<a href="#note-32" id="noteref-32" epub:type="noteref">32</a></span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>More beauty clung around her columned wall</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Than even thy glowing bosom beats withal,<a href="#note-33" id="noteref-33" epub:type="noteref">33</a></span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>And when old Time my wing did disenthral</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Thence sprang I—as the eagle from his tower,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>And years I left behind me in an hour.</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>What time upon her airy bounds I hung,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>One half the garden of her globe was flung</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Unrolling as a chart unto my view—</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Tenantless cities of the desert too!</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Ianthe, beauty crowded on me then,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>And half I wish’d to be again of men.”</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span>“My Angelo! and why of them to be?</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>A brighter dwelling-place is here for thee—</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>And greener fields than in yon world above,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>And women’s loveliness—and passionate love.”</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span>“But, list, Ianthe! when the air so soft</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Failed, as my pennoned spirit leapt aloft.<a href="#note-34" id="noteref-34" epub:type="noteref">34</a></span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Perhaps my brain grew dizzy—but the world</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>I left so late was into chaos hurled,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Sprang from her station, on the winds apart,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>And rolled a flame, the fiery Heaven athwart.</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Methought, my sweet one, then I ceased to soar,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>And fell—not swiftly as I rose before,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>But with a downward, tremulous motion thro’</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Light, brazen rays, this golden star unto!</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Nor long the measure of my falling hours,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>For nearest of all stars was thine to ours—</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Dread star! that came, amid a night of mirth,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>A red Daedalion on the timid Earth.”</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span>“We came—and to thy Earth—but not to us</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Be given our lady’s bidding to discuss:</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>We came, my love; around, above, below,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Gay fire-fly of the night we come and go,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Nor ask a reason save the angel-nod</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span><em>She</em> grants to us, as granted by her God—</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>But, Angelo, than thine gray Time unfurled</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Never his fairy wing o’er fairer world!</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Dim was its little disk, and angel eyes</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Alone could see the phantom in the skies,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>When first Al Aaraaf knew her course to be</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Headlong thitherward o’er the starry sea—</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>But when its glory swell’d upon the sky,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>As glowing Beauty’s bust beneath man’s eye,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>We paused before the heritage of men,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>And thy star trembled—as doth Beauty then!”</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span>Thus, in discourse, the lovers whiled away</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>The night that waned and waned and brought no day.</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>They fell: for Heaven to them no hope imparts</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Who hear not for the beating of their hearts.</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
</section>
|
||
</article>
|
||
<article id="romance" epub:type="z3998:poem bodymatter z3998:fiction">
|
||
<h2 epub:type="title">Romance<a href="#note-35" id="noteref-35" epub:type="noteref">35</a></h2>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span>Romance, who loves to nod and sing,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>With drowsy head and folded wing,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Among the green leaves as they shake</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Far down within some shadowy lake,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>To me a painted paroquet</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Hath been—a most familiar bird—</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Taught me my alphabet to say—</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>To lisp my very earliest word</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>While in the wild wood I did lie,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>A child—with a most knowing eye.</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span>Of late, eternal Condor years</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>So shake the very Heaven on high</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>With tumult as they thunder by,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>I have no time for idle cares</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Through gazing on the unquiet sky.</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>And when an hour with calmer wings</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Its down upon my spirit flings—</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>That little time with lyre and rhyme</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>To while away—forbidden things!</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>My heart would feel to be a crime</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Unless it trembled with the strings.</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
</article>
|
||
<article id="to-1829-9" epub:type="z3998:poem bodymatter z3998:fiction">
|
||
<hgroup>
|
||
<h2 epub:type="title">To ⸻</h2>
|
||
<p hidden="hidden" epub:type="subtitle">“The Bowers Whereat, in Dreams, I See”</p>
|
||
</hgroup>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span>The bowers whereat, in dreams, I see</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">The wantonest singing birds,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Are lips—and all thy melody</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">Of lip-begotten words—</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span>Thine eyes, in Heaven of heart enshrined</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">Then desolately fall,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>O God! on my funereal mind</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">Like starlight on a pall—</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span>Thy heart—<em>thy</em> heart!—I wake and sigh,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">And sleep to dream till day</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Of truth that gold can never buy—</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">Of the bawbles that it may.</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
</article>
|
||
<article id="to-1829-12" epub:type="z3998:poem bodymatter z3998:fiction">
|
||
<hgroup>
|
||
<h2 epub:type="title">To ⸻</h2>
|
||
<p hidden="hidden" epub:type="subtitle">“I Heed Not That My Earthly Lot”</p>
|
||
</hgroup>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span>I heed not that my earthly lot</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">Hath—little of Earth in it—</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>That years of love have been forgot</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">In the hatred of a minute:—</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>I mourn not that the desolate</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">Are happier, sweet, than I,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>But that <em>you</em> sorrow for <em>my</em> fate</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">Who am a passer-by.</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
</article>
|
||
<article id="to-marie-louise" epub:type="z3998:poem bodymatter z3998:fiction">
|
||
<h2 epub:type="title">To Marie Louise</h2>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span>Not long ago, the writer of these lines,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>In the mad pride of intellectuality,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Maintained “the power of words”—denied that ever</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>A thought arose within the human brain</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Beyond the utterance of the human tongue:</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>And now, as if in mockery of that boast,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Two words—two foreign soft dissyllables—</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Italian tones, made only to be murmured</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>By angels dreaming in the moonlit “dew</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>That hangs like chains of pearl on Hermon hill,”—</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Have stirred from out the abysses of his heart,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Unthought-like thoughts that are the souls of thought,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Richer, far wider, far diviner visions</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Than even the seraph harper, Israfel,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>(Who has “the sweetest voice of all God’s creatures”)</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Could hope to utter. And I! my spells are broken.</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>The pen falls powerless from my shivering hand.</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>With thy dear name as text, though bidden by thee,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>I can not write—I can not speak or think—</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Alas, I can not feel; for ’tis not feeling,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>This standing motionless upon the golden</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Threshold of the wide-open gate of dreams,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Gazing, entranced, adown the gorgeous vista,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>And thrilling as I see, upon the right,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Upon the left, and all the way along,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Amid empurpled vapors, far away</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>To where the prospect terminates—<em>thee only!</em></span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
</article>
|
||
<article id="fairyland" epub:type="z3998:poem bodymatter z3998:fiction">
|
||
<h2 epub:type="title">Fairyland</h2>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span>Dim vales—and shadowy floods—</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>And cloudy-looking woods,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Whose forms we can’t discover</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>For the tears that drip all over.</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Huge moons there wax and wane—</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Again—again—again—</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Every moment of the night—</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Forever changing places—</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>And they put out the star-light</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>With the breath from their pale faces.</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>About twelve by the moon-dial</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>One more filmy than the rest</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>(A kind which, upon trial,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>They have found to be the best)</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Comes down—still down—and down</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>With its centre on the crown</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Of a mountain’s eminence,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>While its wide circumference</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>In easy drapery falls</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Over hamlets, over halls,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Wherever they may be—</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>O’er the strange woods—o’er the sea—</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Over spirits on the wing—</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Over every drowsy thing—</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>And buries them up quite</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>In a labyrinth of light—</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>And then, how deep!—O, deep!</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Is the passion of their sleep.</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>In the morning they arise,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>And their moony covering</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Is soaring in the skies,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>With the tempests as they toss,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Like—almost anything—</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Or a yellow Albatross.</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>They use that moon no more</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>For the same end as before—</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Videlicet a tent—</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Which I think extravagant:</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Its atomies, however,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Into a shower dissever,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Of which those butterflies,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Of Earth, who seek the skies,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>And so come down again</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>(Never-contented things!)</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Have brought a specimen</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Upon their quivering wings.</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
</article>
|
||
<article id="the-city-in-the-sea" epub:type="z3998:poem bodymatter z3998:fiction">
|
||
<h2 epub:type="title">The City in the Sea</h2>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span>Lo! Death has reared himself a throne</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>In a strange city lying alone</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Far down within the dim West,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Where the good and the bad and the worst and the best</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Have gone to their eternal rest.</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>There shrines and palaces and towers</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>(Time-eaten towers that tremble not!)</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Resemble nothing that is ours.</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Around, by lifting winds forgot,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Resignedly beneath the sky</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>The melancholy waters lie.</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span>No rays from the holy Heaven come down</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>On the long night-time of that town;</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>But light from out the lurid sea</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Streams up the turrets silently—</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Gleams up the pinnacles far and free—</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Up domes—up spires—up kingly halls—</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Up fanes—up Babylon-like walls—</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Up shadowy long-forgotten bowers</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Of sculptured ivy and stone flowers—</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Up many and many a marvellous shrine</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Whose wreathèd friezes intertwine</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>The viol, the violet, and the vine.</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Resignedly beneath the sky</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>The melancholy waters lie.</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>So blend the turrets and shadows there</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>That all seem pendulous in air,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>While from a proud tower in the town</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Death looks gigantically down.</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span>There open fanes and gaping graves</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Yawn level with the luminous waves;</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>But not the riches there that lie</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>In each idol’s diamond eye—</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Not the gayly-jewelled dead</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Tempt the waters from their bed;</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>For no ripples curl, alas!</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Along that wilderness of glass—</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>No swellings tell that winds may be</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Upon some far-off happier sea—</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>No heavings hint that winds have been</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>On seas less hideously serene.</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span>But lo, a stir is in the air!</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>The wave—there is a movement there!</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>As if the towers had thrust aside,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>In slightly sinking, the dull tide—</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>As if their tops had feebly given</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>A void within the filmy Heaven.</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>The waves have now a redder glow—</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>The hours are breathing faint and low—</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>And when, amid no earthly moans,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Down, down that town shall settle hence,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Hell, rising from a thousand thrones,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Shall do it reverence.</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
</article>
|
||
<article id="israfel" epub:type="z3998:poem bodymatter z3998:fiction">
|
||
<h2 epub:type="title">Israfel<a href="#note-36" id="noteref-36" epub:type="noteref">36</a></h2>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span>In Heaven a spirit doth dwell</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">“Whose heart-strings are a lute”;</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>None sing so wildly well</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>As the angel Israfel,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>And the giddy Stars (so legends tell)</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Ceasing their hymns, attend the spell</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">Of his voice, all mute.</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span>Tottering above</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">In her highest noon,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">The enamored Moon</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Blushes with love,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">While, to listen, the red levin</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">(With the rapid Pleiads, even,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">Which were seven),</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">Pauses in Heaven</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>And they say (the starry choir</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">And the other listening things)</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>That Israfeli’s fire</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Is owing to that lyre</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">By which he sits and sings—</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>The trembling living wire</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">Of those unusual strings.</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span>But the skies that angel trod,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">Where deep thoughts are a duty—</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Where Love’s a grown-up God—</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">Where the Houri glances are</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Imbued with all the beauty</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">Which we worship in a star.</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span>Therefore, thou art not wrong,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">Israfeli, who despisest</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>An unimpassioned song;</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>To thee the laurels belong,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">Best bard, because the wisest!</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Merrily live and long!</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span>The ecstasies above</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">With thy burning measures suit—</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Thy grief, thy joy, thy hate, thy love,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">With the fervor of thy lute—</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">Well may the stars be mute!</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span>Yes, Heaven is thine; but this</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">Is a world of sweets and sours;</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">Our flowers are merely—flowers,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>And the shadow of thy perfect bliss</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">Is the sunshine of ours.</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span>If I could dwell</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Where Israfel</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">Hath dwelt, and he where I,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>He might not sing so wildly well</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">A mortal melody,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>While a bolder note than this might swell</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">From my lyre within the sky.</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
</article>
|
||
<article id="a-paean" epub:type="z3998:poem bodymatter z3998:fiction">
|
||
<h2 epub:type="title">A Paean</h2>
|
||
<section id="a-paean-1">
|
||
<h3 epub:type="ordinal z3998:roman">I</h3>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span>How shall the burial rite be read?</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">The solemn song be sung?</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>The requiem for the loveliest dead,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">That ever died so young?</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
</section>
|
||
<section id="a-paean-2">
|
||
<h3 epub:type="ordinal z3998:roman">II</h3>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span>Her friends are gazing on her,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">And on her gaudy bier,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>And weep!—oh! to dishonor</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">Dead beauty with a tear!</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
</section>
|
||
<section id="a-paean-3">
|
||
<h3 epub:type="ordinal z3998:roman">III</h3>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span>They loved her for her wealth—</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">And they hated her for her pride—</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>But she grew in feeble health,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">And they <em>love</em> her—that she died.</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
</section>
|
||
<section id="a-paean-4">
|
||
<h3 epub:type="ordinal z3998:roman">IV</h3>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span>They tell me (while they speak</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">Of her “costly broider’d pall”)</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>That my voice is growing weak—</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">That I should not sing at all—</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
</section>
|
||
<section id="a-paean-5">
|
||
<h3 epub:type="ordinal z3998:roman">V</h3>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span>Or that my tone should be</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">Tun’d to such solemn song</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>So mournfully—so mournfully,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">That the dead may feel no wrong.</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
</section>
|
||
<section id="a-paean-6">
|
||
<h3 epub:type="ordinal z3998:roman">VI</h3>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span>But she is gone above,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">With young Hope at her side,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>And I am drunk with love</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">Of the dead, who is my bride.—</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
</section>
|
||
<section id="a-paean-7">
|
||
<h3 epub:type="ordinal z3998:roman">VII</h3>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span>Of the dead—dead who lies</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">All perfum’d there,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>With the death upon her eyes,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">And the life upon her hair.</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
</section>
|
||
<section id="a-paean-8">
|
||
<h3 epub:type="ordinal z3998:roman">VIII</h3>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span>Thus on the coffin loud and long</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">I strike—the murmur sent</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Through the gray chambers to my song,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">Shall be the accompaniment.</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
</section>
|
||
<section id="a-paean-9">
|
||
<h3 epub:type="ordinal z3998:roman">IX</h3>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span>Thou diedst in thy life’s June—</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">But thou didst not die too fair:</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Thou didst not die too soon,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">Nor with too calm an air.</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
</section>
|
||
<section id="a-paean-10">
|
||
<h3 epub:type="ordinal z3998:roman">X</h3>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span>From more than friends on earth,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">Thy life and love are riven,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>To join the untainted mirth</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">Of more than thrones in heaven.—</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
</section>
|
||
<section id="a-paean-11">
|
||
<h3 epub:type="ordinal z3998:roman">XII</h3>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span>Therefore, to thee this night</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">I will no requiem raise,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>But waft thee on thy flight,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">With a Paean of old days.</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
</section>
|
||
</article>
|
||
<article id="the-sleeper" epub:type="z3998:poem bodymatter z3998:fiction">
|
||
<h2 epub:type="title">The Sleeper</h2>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span>At midnight in the month of June,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>I stand beneath the mystic moon.</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>An opiate vapor, dewy, dim,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Exhales from out her golden rim,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>And, softly dripping, drop by drop,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Upon the quiet mountain top,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Steals drowsily and musically</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Into the universal valley.</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>The rosemary nods upon the grave;</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>The lily lolls upon the wave;</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Wrapping the fog about its breast,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>The ruin moulders into rest;</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Looking like Lethe, see! the lake</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>A conscious slumber seems to take,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>And would not, for the world, awake.</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>All Beauty sleeps!—and lo! where lies</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>(Her casement open to the skies)</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Irene, with her Destinies!</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span>Oh, lady bright! can it be right—</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>This window open to the night?</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>The wanton airs, from the tree-top,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Laughingly through the lattice drop—</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>The bodiless airs, a wizard rout,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Flit through thy chamber in and out,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>And wave the curtain canopy</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>So fitfully—so fearfully—</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Above the closed and fringèd lid</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>’Neath which thy slumb’ring soul lies hid</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>That o’er the floor and down the wall,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Like ghosts the shadows rise and fall!</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Oh, lady dear, hast thou no fear?</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Why and what art thou dreaming here?</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Sure thou art come o’er far-off seas,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>A wonder to these garden trees!</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Strange is thy pallor! strange thy dress!</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Strange, above all, thy length of tress,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>And this all-solemn silentness!</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span>The lady sleeps! Oh, may her sleep,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Which is enduring, so be deep!</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Heaven have her in its sacred keep!</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>This chamber changed for one more holy,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>This bed for one more melancholy,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>I pray to God that she may lie</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Forever with unopened eye,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>While the dim sheeted ghosts go by!</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span>My love, she sleeps! Oh, may her sleep,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>As it is lasting, so be deep;</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Soft may the worms about her creep!</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Far in the forest, dim and old,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>For her may some tall vault unfold—</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Some vault that oft hath flung its black</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>And wingèd panels fluttering back,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Triumphant, o’er the crested palls,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Of her grand family funerals—</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Some sepulchre, remote, alone,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Against whose portal she hath thrown,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>In childhood many an idle stone—</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Some tomb from out whose sounding door</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>She ne’er shall force an echo more,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Thrilling to think, poor child of sin!</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>It was the dead who groaned within.</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
</article>
|
||
<article id="to-helen" epub:type="z3998:poem bodymatter z3998:fiction">
|
||
<h2 epub:type="title">To Helen<a href="#note-37" id="noteref-37" epub:type="noteref">37</a></h2>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span>Helen, thy beauty is to me</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">Like those Nicean barks of yore,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>That gently, o’er a perfumed sea,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">The weary, wayworn wanderer bore</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">To his own native shore.</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span>On desperate seas long wont to roam,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">Thy hyacinth hair, thy classic face,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Thy Naiad airs have brought me home</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">To the glory that was Greece,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>To the grandeur that was Rome.</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span>Lo! in yon brilliant window niche</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">How statue-like I me thee stand,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">The agate lamp within thy hand!</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Ah, Psyche, from the regions which</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">Are Holy Land!</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
</article>
|
||
<article id="the-valley-of-unrest" epub:type="z3998:poem bodymatter z3998:fiction">
|
||
<h2 epub:type="title">The Valley of Unrest</h2>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span><em>Once</em> it smiled a silent dell</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Where the people did not dwell;</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>They had gone unto the wars,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Trusting to the mild-eyed stars,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Nightly, from their azure towers,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>To keep watch above the flowers,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>In the midst of which all day</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>The red sun-light lazily lay.</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span><em>Now</em> each visitor shall confess</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>The sad valley’s restlessness.</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Nothing there is motionless—</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Nothing save the airs that brood</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Over the magic solitude.</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Ah, by no wind are stirred those trees</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>That palpitate like the chill seas</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Around the misty Hebrides!</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Ah, by no wind those clouds are driven</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>That rustle through the unquiet Heaven</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Uneasily, from morn till even,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Over the violets there that lie</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>In myriad types of the human eye—</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Over the lilies there that wave</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>And weep above a nameless grave!</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>They wave:—from out their fragrant tops</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Eternal dews come down in drops.</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>They weep:—from off their delicate stems</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Perennial tears descend in gems.</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
</article>
|
||
<article id="the-coliseum" epub:type="z3998:poem bodymatter z3998:fiction">
|
||
<h2 epub:type="title">The Coliseum</h2>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span>Type of the antique Rome! Rich reliquary</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Of lofty contemplation left to Time</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>By buried centuries of pomp and power!</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>At length—at length—after so many days</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Of weary pilgrimage and burning thirst,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>(Thirst for the springs of lore that in thee lie,)</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>I kneel, an altered and an humble man,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Amid thy shadows, and so drink within</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>My very soul thy grandeur, gloom, and glory!</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span>Vastness! and Age! and Memories of Eld!</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Silence! and Desolation! and dim Night!</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>I feel ye now—I feel ye in your strength—</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>O spells more sure than e’er Judaean king</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Taught in the gardens of Gethsemane!</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>O charms more potent than the rapt Chaldee</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Ever drew down from out the quiet stars!</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span>Here, where a hero fell, a column falls!</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Here, where the mimic eagle glared in gold,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>A midnight vigil holds the swarthy bat!</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Here, where the dames of Rome their gilded hair</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Waved to the wind, now wave the reed and thistle!</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Here, where on golden throne the monarch lolled,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Glides, spectre-like, unto his marble home,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Lit by the wan light of the hornèd moon,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>The swift and silent lizard of the stones!</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span>But stay! these walls—these ivy-clad arcades—</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>These mouldering plinths—these sad and blackened shafts—</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>These vague entablatures—this crumbling frieze—</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>These shattered cornices—this wreck—this ruin—</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>These stones—alas! these gray stones—are they all—</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>All of the famed, and the colossal left</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>By the corrosive Hours to Fate and me?</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>“Not all”—the Echoes answer me—“not all!</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Prophetic sounds and loud, arise forever</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>From us, and from all Ruin, unto the wise,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>As melody from Memnon to the Sun.</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>We rule the hearts of mightiest men—we rule</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>With a despotic sway all giant minds.</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>We are not impotent—we pallid stones.</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Not all our power is gone—not all our fame—</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Not all the magic of our high renown—</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Not all the wonder that encircles us—</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Not all the mysteries that in us lie—</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Not all the memories that hang upon</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>And cling around about us as a garment,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Clothing us in a robe of more than glory.”</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
</article>
|
||
<article id="serenade" epub:type="z3998:poem bodymatter z3998:fiction">
|
||
<h2 epub:type="title">Serenade</h2>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span>So sweet the hour—so calm the time,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>I feel it more than half a crime,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>When Nature sleeps and stars are mute,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>To mar the silence ev’n with lute.</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>At rest on ocean’s brilliant dyes</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>An image of Elysium lies:</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Seven Pleiades entranced in Heaven,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Form in the deep another seven:</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Endymion nodding from above</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Sees in the sea a second love.</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Within the valleys dim and brown,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>And on the spectral mountain’s crown,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>The wearied light is dying down;</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>And earth, and stars, and sea, and sky</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Are redolent of sleep, as I</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Am redolent of thee and thine</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Enthralling love, my Adeline.</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>But list, O list—so soft and low</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Thy lover’s voice tonight shall flow,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>That, scarce awake, thy soul shall deem</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>My words the music of a dream.</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Thus, while no single sound too rude,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Upon thy slumber shall intrude,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Our thoughts, our souls—O God above!</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>In every deed shall mingle, love.</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
</article>
|
||
<article id="to-one-in-paradise" epub:type="z3998:poem bodymatter z3998:fiction">
|
||
<h2 epub:type="title">To One in Paradise</h2>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span>Thou wast all that to me, love,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">For which my soul did pine—</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>A green isle in the sea, love,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">A fountain and a shrine,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>All wreathed with fairy fruits and flowers</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">And all the flowers were mine.</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span>Ah, dream too bright to last!</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">Ah, starry Hope! that didst arise</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>But to be overcast!</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">A voice from out the Future cries,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>“On! on!”—but o’er the Past</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">(Dim gulf!) my spirit hovering lies</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Mute, motionless, aghast!</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span>For, alas! alas! with me</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">The light of Life is o’er!</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>“No more—no more—no more”—</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>(Such language holds the solemn sea</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">To the sands upon the shore)</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Shall bloom the thunder-blasted tree,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">Or the stricken eagle soar!</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span>And all my days are trances,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">And all my nightly dreams</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Are where thy dark eye glances,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">And where thy footstep gleams—</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>In what ethereal dances,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">By what eternal streams!</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span>Alas! for that accursèd time</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">They bore thee o’er the billow,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>From love to titled age and crime,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">And an unholy pillow!—</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>From me, and from our misty clime,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">Where weeps the silver willow!</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
</article>
|
||
<article id="hymn" epub:type="z3998:poem bodymatter z3998:fiction">
|
||
<h2 epub:type="title">Hymn</h2>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span>At morn—at noon—at twilight dim—</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Maria! thou hast heard my hymn!</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>In joy and woe—in good and ill—</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Mother of God, be with me still!</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>When the Hours flew brightly by,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>And not a cloud obscured the sky,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>My soul, lest it should truant be,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Thy grace did guide to thine and thee;</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Now, when storms of Fate o’ercast</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Darkly my Present and my Past,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Let my Future radiant shine</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>With sweet hopes of thee and thine!</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
</article>
|
||
<article id="the-bridal-ballad" epub:type="z3998:poem bodymatter z3998:fiction">
|
||
<h2 epub:type="title">The Bridal Ballad</h2>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span>The ring is on my hand,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">And the wreath is on my brow;</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Satins and jewels grand</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Are all at my command</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">And I am happy now.</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span>And my lord he loves me well;</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">But, when first he breathed his vow,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>I felt my bosom swell—</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>For the words rang as a knell,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>And the voice seemed <em>his</em> who fell</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>In the battle down the dell,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">And who is happy now.</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span>But he spoke to reassure me,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">And he kissed my pallid brow,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>While a reverie came o’er me,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>And to the churchyard bore me,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>And I sighed to him before me,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Thinking him dead D’Elormie,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">“Oh, I am happy now!”</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span>And thus the words were spoken,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">And thus the plighted vow,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>And, though my faith be broken,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>And, though my heart be broken,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Behold the golden token</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">That <em>proves</em> me happy now!</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span>Would to God I could awaken!</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">For I dream I know not how,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>And my soul is sorely shaken</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Lest an evil step be taken—</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Lest the dead who is forsaken</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">May not be happy now.</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
</article>
|
||
<article id="to-zante" epub:type="z3998:poem bodymatter z3998:fiction">
|
||
<h2 epub:type="title">To Zante</h2>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span>Fair isle, that from the fairest of all flowers,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">Thy gentlest of all gentle names dost take!</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>How many memories of what radiant hours</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">At sight of thee and thine at once awake!</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>How many scenes of what departed bliss!</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">How many thoughts of what entombèd hopes!</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>How many visions of a maiden that is</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">No more—no more upon thy verdant slopes!</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span><em>No more!</em> alas, that magical sad sound</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">Transforming all! Thy charms shall please <em>no more</em>—</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Thy memory <em>no more</em>! Accursèd ground</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">Henceforward I hold thy flower-enamelled shore,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>O hyacinthine isle! O purple Zante!</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">“<i lang="it" xml:lang="it">Isola d’oro! Fior di Levante!</i>”</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
</article>
|
||
<article id="the-haunted-palace" epub:type="z3998:poem bodymatter z3998:fiction">
|
||
<h2 epub:type="title">The Haunted Palace</h2>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span>In the greenest of our valleys</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">By good angels tenanted,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Once a fair and stately palace—</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">Radiant palace—reared its head.</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>In the monarch Thought’s dominion—</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">It stood there!</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Never seraph spread a pinion</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">Over fabric half so fair!</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span>Banners yellow, glorious, golden,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">On its roof did float and flow,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>(This—all this—was in the olden</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">Time long ago),</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>And every gentle air that dallied,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">In that sweet day,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Along the ramparts plumed and pallid,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">A wingèd odor went away.</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span>Wanderers in that happy valley,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">Through two luminous windows, saw</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Spirits moving musically,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">To a lute’s well-tunèd law,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Round about a throne where, sitting</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">(Porphyrogene!)</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>In state his glory well befitting,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">The ruler of the realm was seen.</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span>And all with pearl and ruby glowing</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">Was the fair palace door,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Through which came flowing, flowing, flowing,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">And sparkling evermore,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>A troop of Echoes, whose sweet duty</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">Was but to sing,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>In voices of surpassing beauty,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">The wit and wisdom of their king.</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span>But evil things, in robes of sorrow,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">Assailed the monarch’s high estate.</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>(Ah, let us mourn!—for never morrow</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">Shall dawn upon him desolate!)</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>And round about his home the glory</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">That blushed and bloomed,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Is but a dim-remembered story</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">Of the old time entombed.</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span>And travellers, now, within that valley,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">Through the red-litten windows see</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Vast forms, that move fantastically</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">To a discordant melody,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>While, like a ghastly rapid river,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">Through the pale door</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>A hideous throng rush out forever</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">And laugh—but smile no more.</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
</article>
|
||
<article id="silence" epub:type="z3998:poem bodymatter z3998:fiction">
|
||
<h2 epub:type="title">Silence</h2>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span>There are some qualities—some incorporate things,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">That have a double life, which thus is made</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>A type of that twin entity which springs</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">From matter and light, evinced in solid and shade.</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>There is a two-fold <em>Silence</em>—sea and shore—</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">Body and soul. One dwells in lonely places,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">Newly with grass o’ergrown; some solemn graces,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Some human memories and tearful lore,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Render him terrorless: his name’s “No More.”</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>He is the corporate Silence: dread him not!</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">No power hath he of evil in himself;</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>But should some urgent fate (untimely lot!)</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">Bring thee to meet his shadow (nameless elf,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>That haunteth the lone regions where hath trod</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>No foot of man), commend thyself to God!</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
</article>
|
||
<article id="the-conqueror-worm" epub:type="z3998:poem bodymatter z3998:fiction">
|
||
<h2 epub:type="title">The Conqueror Worm</h2>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span>Lo! ’tis a gala night</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">Within the lonesome latter years!</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>An angel throng, bewinged, bedight</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">In veils, and drowned in tears,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Sit in a theatre, to see</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">A play of hopes and fears,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>While the orchestra breathes fitfully</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">The music of the spheres.</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span>Mimes, in the form of God on high,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">Mutter and mumble low,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>And hither and thither fly—</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">Mere puppets they, who come and go</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>At bidding of vast formless things</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">That shift the scenery to and fro,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Flapping from out their Condor wings</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">Invisible Woe!</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span>That motley drama—oh, be sure</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">It shall not be forgot!</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>With its Phantom chased forevermore,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">By a crowd that seize it not,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Through a circle that ever returneth in</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">To the self-same spot,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>And much of Madness, and more of Sin,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">And Horror the soul of the plot.</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span>But see, amid the mimic rout</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">A crawling shape intrude!</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>A blood-red thing that writhes from out</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">The scenic solitude!</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>It writhes!—it writhes!—with mortal pangs</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">The mimes become its food,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>And the angels sob at vermin fangs</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">In human gore imbued.</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span>Out—out are the lights—out all!</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">And, over each quivering form,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>The curtain, a funeral pall,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">Comes down with the rush of a storm</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>And the angels, all pallid and wan,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">Uprising, unveiling, affirm</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>That the play is the tragedy, “Man,”</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">And its Hero the Conqueror Worm.</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
</article>
|
||
<article id="eulalie" epub:type="z3998:poem bodymatter z3998:fiction">
|
||
<h2 epub:type="title">Eulalie</h2>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span class="i4">I dwelt alone</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i4">In a world of moan,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i2">And my soul was a stagnant tide,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Till the fair and gentle Eulalie became my blushing bride—</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Till the yellow-haired young Eulalie became my smiling bride.</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i4">Ah, less—less bright</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i4">The stars of the night</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i2">Than the eyes of the radiant girl!</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i4">And never a flake</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i4">That the vapor can make</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i2">With the moon-tints of purple and pearl,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Can vie with the modest Eulalie’s most unregarded curl—</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Can compare with the bright-eyed Eulalie’s most humble and careless curl.</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i4">Now Doubt—now Pain</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i4">Come never again,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i2">For her soul gives me sigh for sigh,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i4">And all day long</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i4">Shines, bright and strong,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i2">Astarté within the sky,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>While ever to her dear Eulalie upturns her matron eye—</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>While ever to her young Eulalie upturns her violet eye.</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
</article>
|
||
<article id="lenore" epub:type="z3998:poem bodymatter z3998:fiction">
|
||
<h2 epub:type="title">Lenore</h2>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span>Ah, broken is the golden bowl! the spirit flown forever!</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Let the bell toll!—a saintly soul floats on the Stygian river.</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>And, Guy de Vere, hast <em>thou</em> no tear?—weep now or never more!</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>See! on yon drear and rigid bier low lies thy love, Lenore!</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Come! let the burial rite be read—the funeral song be sung!—</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>An anthem for the queenliest dead that ever died so young—</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>A dirge for her, the doubly dead in that she died so young.</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span>“Wretches! ye loved her for her wealth and hated her for her pride,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>And when she fell in feeble health, ye blessed her—that she died!</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>How <em>shall</em> the ritual, then, be read?—the requiem how be sung</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>By you—by yours, the evil eye—by yours, the slanderous tongue</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>That did to death the innocence that died, and died so young?”</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span><i lang="la" xml:lang="la">Peccavimus</i>; but rave not thus! and let a Sabbath song</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Go up to God so solemnly the dead may feel no wrong!</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>The sweet Lenore hath “gone before,” with Hope, that flew beside</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Leaving thee wild for the dear child that should have been thy bride—</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>For her, the fair and <i lang="fr" xml:lang="fr">débonnaire</i>, that now so lowly lies,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>The life upon her yellow hair but not within her eyes—</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>The life still there, upon her hair—the death upon her eyes.</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span>“Avaunt! to-night my heart is light. No dirge will I upraise,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>But waft the angel on her flight with a paean of old days!</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Let <em>no</em> bell toll!—lest her sweet soul, amid its hallowed mirth,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Should catch the note, as it doth float up from the damnèd Earth.</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>To friends above, from fiends below, the indignant ghost is riven—</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>From Hell unto a high estate far up within the Heaven—</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>From grief and groan to a golden throne beside the King of Heaven.”</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
</article>
|
||
<article id="dreamland" epub:type="z3998:poem bodymatter z3998:fiction">
|
||
<h2 epub:type="title">Dreamland</h2>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span class="i2">By a route obscure and lonely,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i2">Haunted by ill angels only,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i2">Where an Eidolon, named <b>Night</b>,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i2">On a black throne reigns upright,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i2">I have reached these lands but newly</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i2">From an ultimate dim Thule—</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>From a wild weird clime that lieth, sublime,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i4">Out of <b>Space</b>—out of <b>Time</b>.</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span class="i2">Bottomless vales and boundless floods,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i2">And chasms, and caves, and Titan woods,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i2">With forms that no man can discover</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i2">For the dews that drip all over;</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i2">Mountains toppling evermore</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i2">Into seas without a shore;</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i2">Seas that restlessly aspire,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i2">Surging, unto skies of fire;</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i2">Lakes that endlessly outspread</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i2">Their lone waters—lone and dead,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i2">Their still waters—still and chilly</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i2">With the snows of the lolling lily.</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span class="i2">By the lakes that thus outspread</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i2">Their lone waters, lone and dead—</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i2">Their sad waters, sad and chilly</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i2">With the snows of the lolling lily—</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i2">By the mountains—near the river</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i2">Murmuring lowly, murmuring ever—</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i2">By the gray woods—by the swamp</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i2">Where the toad and the newt encamp—</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i2">By the dismal tarns and pools</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i2">Where dwell the Ghouls—</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i2">By each spot the most unholy—</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i2">In each nook most melancholy—</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i2">There the traveller meets aghast</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i2">Sheeted Memories of the Past—</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i2">Shrouded forms that start and sigh</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i2">As they pass the wanderer by—</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i2">White-robed forms of friends long given,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i2">In agony, to the Earth—and Heaven.</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span class="i2">For the heart whose woes are legion</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i2">’Tis a peaceful, soothing region—</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i2">For the spirit that walks in shadow</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i2">’Tis—oh ’tis an Eldorado!</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i2">But the traveller, travelling through it,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i2">May not—dare not openly view it;</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i2">Never its mysteries are exposed</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i2">To the weak human eye unclosed;</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i2">So wills its King, who hath forbid</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i2">The uplifting of the fringèd lid;</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i2">And thus the sad Soul that here passes</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i2">Beholds it but through darkened glasses.</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span class="i2">By a route obscure and lonely,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i2">Haunted by ill angels only,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i2">Where an Eidolon, named <b>Night</b>,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i2">On a black throne reigns upright,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i2">I have wandered home but newly</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i2">From this ultimate dim Thule.</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
</article>
|
||
<article id="the-raven" epub:type="z3998:poem bodymatter z3998:fiction">
|
||
<h2 epub:type="title">The Raven<a href="#note-38" id="noteref-38" epub:type="noteref">38</a></h2>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span>Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore—</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>As of some one gently rapping—rapping at my chamber door.</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>“ ’Tis some visitor,” I muttered, “tapping at my chamber door—</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i3">Only this and nothing more.”</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span>Ah, distinctly I remember, it was in the bleak December,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>And each separate dying ember wrought its ghost upon the floor.</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Eagerly I wished the morrow;—vainly I had sought to borrow</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>From my books surcease of sorrow—sorrow for the lost Lenore—</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>For the rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name Lenore—</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i3">Nameless here for evermore.</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span>And the silken sad uncertain rustling of each purple curtain</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Thrilled me—filled me with fantastic terrors never felt before;</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>So that now, to still the beating of my heart, I stood repeating</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>“ ’Tis some visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door—</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Some late visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door;—</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i3">This it is, and nothing more.”</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span>Presently my soul grew stronger; hesitating then no longer,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>“Sir,” said I, “or Madam, truly your forgiveness I implore;</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>But the fact is I was napping, and so gently you came rapping,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>And so faintly you came tapping—tapping at my chamber door—</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>That I scarce was sure I heard you”—here I opened wide the door:—</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i3">Darkness there and nothing more.</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span>Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there wondering, fearing,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Doubting, dreaming dreams no mortal ever dared to dream before;</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>But the silence was unbroken, and the darkness gave no token,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>And the only word there spoken was the whispered word, “Lenore!”</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>This I whispered, and an echo murmured back the word, “Lenore!”</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i3">Merely this and nothing more.</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span>Back into the chamber turning, all my soul within me burning,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Soon I heard again a tapping, somewhat louder than before.</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>“Surely,” said I, “surely that is something at my window lattice;</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Let me see, then, what thereat is, and this mystery explore—</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Let my heart be still a moment and this mystery explore;—</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i3">’Tis the wind and nothing more.”</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span>Open here I flung the shutter, when, with many a flirt and flutter,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>In there stepped a stately Raven of the saintly days of yore;</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Not the least obeisance made he; not an instant stopped or stayed he;</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>But, with mien of lord or lady, perched above my chamber door—</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Perched upon a bust of Pallas just above my chamber door—</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i3">Perched, and sat, and nothing more.</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span>Then this ebony bird beguiling my sad fancy into smiling,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>By the grave and stern decorum of the countenance it wore,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>“Though thy crest be shorn and shaven, thou,” I said, “art sure no craven,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Ghastly grim and ancient Raven wandering from the Nightly shore—</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Tell me what thy lordly name is on the Night’s Plutonian shore!”</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i3">Quoth the Raven, “Nevermore.”</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span>Much I marvelled this ungainly fowl to hear discourse so plainly,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Though its answer little meaning—little relevancy bore;</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>For we cannot help agreeing that no living human being</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Ever yet was blessed with seeing bird above his chamber door—</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Bird or beast upon the sculptured bust above his chamber door,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i3">With such name as “Nevermore.”</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span>But the Raven, sitting lonely on the placid bust, spoke only</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>That one word, as if his soul in that one word he did outpour.</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Nothing farther then he uttered—not a feather then he fluttered—</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Till I scarcely more than muttered, “Other friends have flown before—</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>On the morrow <em>he</em> will leave me, as my hopes have flown before.”</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i3">Then the bird said, “Nevermore.”</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span>Startled at the stillness broken by reply so aptly spoken,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>“Doubtless,” said I, “what it utters is its only stock and store,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Caught from some unhappy master whom unmerciful Disaster</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Followed fast and followed faster till his songs one burden bore—</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Till the dirges of his Hope that melancholy burden bore</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i3">Of—‘Never—nevermore.’ ”</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span>But the Raven still beguiling all my sad soul into smiling,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Straight I wheeled a cushioned seat in front of bird and bust and door;</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Then, upon the velvet sinking, I betook myself to linking</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Fancy unto fancy, thinking what this ominous bird of yore—</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>What this grim, ungainly, ghastly, gaunt, and ominous bird of yore</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i3">Meant in croaking “Nevermore.”</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span>This I sat engaged in guessing, but no syllable expressing</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>To the fowl whose fiery eyes now burned into my bosom’s core;</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>This and more I sat divining, with my head at ease reclining</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>On the cushion’s velvet lining that the lamplight gloated o’er,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>But whose velvet violet lining with the lamplight gloating o’er,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i3"><em>She</em> shall press, ah, nevermore!</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span>Then, methought, the air grew denser, perfumed from an unseen censer</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Swung by Seraphim whose footfalls tinkled on the tufted floor.</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>“Wretch,” I cried, “thy God hath lent thee—by these angels he hath sent thee</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Respite—respite and nepenthe from thy memories of Lenore!</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Quaff, oh quaff this kind nepenthe, and forget this lost Lenore!”</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i3">Quoth the Raven, “Nevermore.”</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span>“Prophet!” said I, “thing of evil!—prophet still, if bird or devil!—</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Whether Tempter sent, or whether tempest tossed thee here ashore,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Desolate yet all undaunted, on this desert land enchanted—</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>On this home by Horror haunted—tell me truly, I implore—</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Is there—<em>is</em> there balm in Gilead?—tell me—tell me, I implore!”</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i3">Quoth the Raven, “Nevermore.”</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span>“Prophet!” said I, “thing of evil!—prophet still, if bird or devil!</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>By that Heaven that bends above us—by that God we both adore—</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Tell this soul with sorrow laden if, within the distant Aidenn,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>It shall clasp a sainted maiden whom the angels name Lenore—</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Clasp a rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name Lenore.”</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i3">Quoth the Raven, “Nevermore.”</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span>“Be that word our sign of parting, bird or fiend!” I shrieked, upstarting—</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>“Get thee back into the tempest and the Night’s Plutonian shore!</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Leave no black plume as a token of that lie thy soul hath spoken!</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Leave my loneliness unbroken!—quit the bust above my door!</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Take thy beak from out my heart, and take thy form from off my door!”</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i3">Quoth the Raven, “Nevermore.”</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span>And the Raven, never flitting, still is sitting, still is sitting</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>On the pallid bust of Pallas just above my chamber door;</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>And his eyes have all the seeming of a demon’s that is dreaming,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>And the lamplight o’er him streaming throws his shadow on the floor;</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>And my soul from out that shadow that lies floating on the floor</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i3">Shall be lifted—nevermore!</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
</article>
|
||
<article id="to-f" epub:type="z3998:poem bodymatter z3998:fiction">
|
||
<h2 epub:type="title">To F⸺<a href="#note-39" id="noteref-39" epub:type="noteref">39</a></h2>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span>Beloved! amid the earnest woes</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">That crowd around my earthly path—</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>(Drear path, alas! where grows</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Not even one lonely rose)—</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">My soul at least a solace hath</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>In dreams of thee, and therein knows</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>An Eden of bland repose.</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span>And thus thy memory is to me</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">Like some enchanted far-off isle</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>In some tumultuous sea—</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Some ocean throbbing far and free</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">With storm—but where meanwhile</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Serenest skies continually</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">Just o’er that one bright island smile.</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
</article>
|
||
<article id="a-valentine" epub:type="z3998:poem bodymatter z3998:fiction">
|
||
<h2 epub:type="title">A Valentine<a href="#note-40" id="noteref-40" epub:type="noteref">40</a></h2>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span>For her this rhyme is penned, whose luminous eyes,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">Brightly expressive as the twins of Leda,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Shall find her own sweet name, that, nestling lies</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">Upon the page, enwrapped from every reader.</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Search narrowly the lines!—they hold a treasure</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">Divine—a talisman—an amulet</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>That must be worn <em>at heart</em>. Search well the measure—</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">The words—the syllables! Do not forget</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>The trivialest point, or you may lose your labor!</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">And yet there is in this no Gordian knot</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Which one might not undo without a sabre,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">If one could merely comprehend the plot.</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Enwritten upon the leaf where now are peering</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">Eyes scintillating soul, there lie <i lang="la" xml:lang="la">perdus</i></span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Three eloquent words oft uttered in the hearing</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">Of poets by poets—as the name is a poet’s, too.</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Its letters, although naturally lying</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">Like the knight Pinto—Mendez Ferdinando—</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Still form a synonym for Truth—Cease trying!</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">You will not read the riddle, though you do the best you <em>can</em> do.</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
</article>
|
||
<article id="to-marie-louise-shew" epub:type="z3998:poem bodymatter z3998:fiction">
|
||
<h2 epub:type="title">To Marie Louise (Shew)</h2>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span>Of all who hail thy presence as the morning—</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Of all to whom thine absence is the night—</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>The blotting utterly from out high heaven</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>The sacred sun—of all who, weeping, bless thee</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Hourly for hope—for life—ah, above all,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>For the resurrection of deep buried faith</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>In truth, in virtue, in humanity—</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Of all who, on despair’s unhallowed bed</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Lying down to die, have suddenly arisen</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>At thy soft-murmured words, “Let there be light!”</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>At the soft-murmured words that were fulfilled</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>In the seraphic glancing of thine eyes—</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Of all who owe thee most, whose gratitude</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Nearest resembles worship—oh, remember</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>The truest, the most fervently devoted,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>And think that these weak lines are written by him—</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>By him who, as he pens them, thrills to think</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>His spirit is communing with an angel’s.</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
</article>
|
||
<article id="ulalume" epub:type="z3998:poem bodymatter z3998:fiction">
|
||
<h2 epub:type="title">Ulalume<a href="#note-41" id="noteref-41" epub:type="noteref">41</a></h2>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span>The skies they were ashen and sober;</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i2">The leaves they were crispèd and sere—</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i2">The leaves they were withering and sere;</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>It was night in the lonesome October</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i2">Of my most immemorial year;</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>It was hard by the dim lake of Auber,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i2">In the misty mid region of Weir—</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>It was down by the dank tarn of Auber,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i2">In the ghoul-haunted woodland of Weir.</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span>Here once, through an alley Titanic,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i2">Of cypress, I roamed with my Soul—</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i2">Of cypress, with Psyche, my Soul.</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>These were days when my heart was volcanic</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i2">As the scoriac rivers that roll—</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i2">As the lavas that restlessly roll</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Their sulphurous currents down Yaanek</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i2">In the ultimate climes of the pole—</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>That groan as they roll down Mount Yaanek</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i2">In the realms of the boreal pole.</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span>Our talk had been serious and sober,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i2">But our thoughts they were palsied and sere—</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i2">Our memories were treacherous and sere—</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>For we knew not the month was October,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i2">And we marked not the night of the year—</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i2">(Ah, night of all nights in the year!)</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>We noted not the dim lake of Auber—</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i2">(Though once we had journeyed down here)—</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>We remembered not the dank tarn of Auber,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i2">Nor the ghoul-haunted woodland of Weir.</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span>And now, as the night was senescent</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i2">And star-dials pointed to morn—</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i2">As the sun-dials hinted of morn—</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>At the end of our path a liquescent</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i2">And nebulous lustre was born,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Out of which a miraculous crescent</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i2">Arose with a duplicate horn—</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Astarte’s bediamonded crescent</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i2">Distinct with its duplicate horn.</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span>And I said—“She is warmer than Dian:</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i2">She rolls through an ether of sighs—</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i2">She revels in a region of sighs:</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>She has seen that the tears are not dry on</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i2">These cheeks, where the worm never dies,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>And has come past the stars of the Lion</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i2">To point us the path to the skies—</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i2">To the Lethean peace of the skies—</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Come up, in despite of the Lion,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i2">To shine on us with her bright eyes—</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Come up through the lair of the Lion,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i2">With love in her luminous eyes.”</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span>But Psyche, uplifting her finger,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i2">Said—“Sadly this star I mistrust—</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i2">Her pallor I strangely mistrust—</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Oh, hasten!—oh, let us not linger!</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i2">Oh, fly!—let us fly!—for we must.”</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>In terror she spoke, letting sink her</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i2">Wings till they trailed in the dust—</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>In agony sobbed, letting sink her</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i2">Plumes till they trailed in the dust—</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i2">Till they sorrowfully trailed in the dust.</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span>I replied—“This is nothing but dreaming:</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i2">Let us on by this tremulous light!</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i2">Let us bathe in this crystalline light!</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Its Sybillic splendor is beaming</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i2">With Hope and in Beauty to-night—</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i2">See!—it flickers up the sky through the night!</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Ah, we safely may trust to its gleaming,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i2">And be sure it will lead us aright—</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>We safely may trust to a gleaming</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i2">That can not but guide us aright,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i2">Since it flickers up to Heaven through the night.”</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span>Thus I pacified Psyche and kissed her,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i2">And tempted her out of her gloom—</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i2">And conquered her scruples and gloom;</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>And we passed to the end of the vista,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i2">But were stopped by the door of a tomb—</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i2">By the door of a legended tomb;</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>And I said—“What is written, sweet sister,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i2">On the door of this legended tomb?”</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i2">She replied—“Ulalume—Ulalume—</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i2">’Tis the vault of thy lost Ulalume!”</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span>Then my heart it grew ashen and sober</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i2">As the leaves that were crispèd and sere—</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i2">As the leaves that were withering and sere;</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>And I cried—“It was surely October</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i2">On <em>this</em> very night of last year,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i2">That I journeyed—I journeyed down here—</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i2">That I brought a dread burden down here!</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i2">On this night of all nights in the year,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i2">Ah, what demon has tempted me here?</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Well I know, now, this dim lake of Auber—</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i2">This misty mid region of Weir—</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Well I know, now, this dank tarn of Auber—</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i2">This ghoul-haunted woodland of Weir.”</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
</article>
|
||
<article id="the-bells" epub:type="z3998:poem bodymatter z3998:fiction">
|
||
<h2 epub:type="title">The Bells<a href="#note-42" id="noteref-42" epub:type="noteref">42</a></h2>
|
||
<section id="the-bells-1">
|
||
<h3 epub:type="ordinal z3998:roman">I</h3>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span class="i3">Hear the sledges with the bells—</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i6">Silver bells!</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>What a world of merriment their melody foretells!</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i3">How they tinkle, tinkle, tinkle,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i5">In the icy air of night!</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i3">While the stars, that oversprinkle</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i3">All the heavens, seem to twinkle</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i5">With a crystalline delight;</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i4">Keeping time, time, time,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i4">In a sort of Runic rhyme,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>To the tintinnabulation that so musically wells</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i2">From the bells, bells, bells, bells,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i6">Bells, bells, bells—</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">From the jingling and the tinkling of the bells.</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
</section>
|
||
<section id="the-bells-2">
|
||
<h3 epub:type="ordinal z3998:roman">II</h3>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span class="i3">Hear the mellow wedding bells</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i6">Golden bells!</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>What a world of happiness their harmony foretells!</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i3">Through the balmy air of night</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i3">How they ring out their delight!</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i4">From the molten golden-notes,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i5">And all in tune,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i4">What a liquid ditty floats</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>To the turtle-dove that listens, while she gloats</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i5">On the moon!</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">Oh, from out the sounding cells,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>What a gush of euphony voluminously wells!</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i5">How it swells!</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i5">How it dwells</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i3">On the future! how it tells</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i3">Of the rapture that impels</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i2">To the swinging and the ringing</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i3">Of the bells, bells, bells,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i2">Of the bells, bells, bells, bells,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i5">Bells, bells, bells—</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">To the rhyming and the chiming of the bells!</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
</section>
|
||
<section id="the-bells-3">
|
||
<h3 epub:type="ordinal z3998:roman">III</h3>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span class="i3">Hear the loud alarum bells—</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i5">Brazen bells!</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>What a tale of terror now their turbulency tells!</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i2">In the startled ear of night</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i2">How they scream out their affright!</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i3">Too much horrified to speak,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i3">They can only shriek, shriek,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i5">Out of tune,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>In a clamorous appealing to the mercy of the fire,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>In a mad expostulation with the deaf and frantic fire,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i3">Leaping higher, higher, higher,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i3">With a desperate desire,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i2">And a resolute endeavor</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i2">Now—now to sit or never,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">By the side of the pale-faced moon.</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i3">Oh, the bells, bells, bells!</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i3">What a tale their terror tells</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i5">Of Despair!</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i2">How they clang, and clash, and roar!</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i2">What a horror they outpour</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>On the bosom of the palpitating air!</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i3">Yet the ear it fully knows,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i5">By the twanging,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i5">And the clanging,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i3">How the danger ebbs and flows;</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i2">Yet the ear distinctly tells,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i5">In the jangling,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i5">And the wrangling,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i2">How the danger sinks and swells,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>By the sinking or the swelling in the anger of the bells—</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i5">Of the bells—</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i3">Of the bells, bells, bells, bells,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i5">Bells, bells, bells—</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">In the clamor and the clangor of the bells!</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
</section>
|
||
<section id="the-bells-4">
|
||
<h3 epub:type="ordinal z3998:roman">IV</h3>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span class="i3">Hear the tolling of the bells—</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i6">Iron bells!</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>What a world of solemn thought their monody compels!</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i3">In the silence of the night,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i3">How we shiver with affright</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">At the melancholy meaning of their tone!</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i3">For every sound that floats</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i3">From the rust within their throats</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i6">Is a groan.</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i2">And the people—ah, the people—</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i2">They that dwell up in the steeple,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i6">All alone,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i3">And who, tolling, tolling, tolling,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i4">In that muffled monotone,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i3">Feel a glory in so rolling</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i4">On the human heart a stone—</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">They are neither man nor woman—</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">They are neither brute nor human—</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i5">They are Ghouls:</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i2">And their king it is who tolls;</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i2">And he rolls, rolls, rolls,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i7">Rolls</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i4">A paean from the bells!</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i3">And his merry bosom swells</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i4">With the paean of the bells!</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i3">And he dances, and he yells;</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i3">Keeping time, time, time,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i3">In a sort of Runic rhyme,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i4">To the paean of the bells—</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i6">Of the bells:</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i3">Keeping time, time, time,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i3">In a sort of Runic rhyme,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i4">To the throbbing of the bells—</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i3">Of the bells, bells, bells—</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i4">To the sobbing of the bells;</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i3">Keeping time, time, time,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i4">As he knells, knells, knells,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i3">In a happy Runic rhyme,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i4">To the rolling of the bells—</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i3">Of the bells, bells, bells—</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i3">To the tolling of the bells,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i2">Of the bells, bells, bells, bells,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i5">Bells, bells, bells—</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>To the moaning and the groaning of the bells.</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
</section>
|
||
</article>
|
||
<article id="eldorado" epub:type="z3998:poem bodymatter z3998:fiction">
|
||
<h2 epub:type="title">Eldorado<a href="#note-43" id="noteref-43" epub:type="noteref">43</a></h2>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span class="i2">Gayly bedight,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i2">A gallant knight,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>In sunshine and in shadow,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i2">Had journeyed long,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i2">Singing a song,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>In search of Eldorado.</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span class="i2">But he grew old—</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i2">This knight so bold—</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>And o’er his heart a shadow</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i2">Fell as he found</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i2">No spot of ground</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>That looked like Eldorado.</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span class="i2">And, as his strength</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i2">Failed him at length,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>He met a pilgrim shadow—</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i2">“Shadow,” said he,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i2">“Where can it be—</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>This land of Eldorado?”</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span class="i2">“Over the Mountains</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i2">Of the Moon,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Down the Valley of the Shadow,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i2">Ride, boldly ride,”</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i2">The shade replied,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>“If you seek for Eldorado!”</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
</article>
|
||
<article id="an-enigma" epub:type="z3998:poem bodymatter z3998:fiction">
|
||
<h2 epub:type="title">An Enigma<a href="#note-44" id="noteref-44" epub:type="noteref">44</a></h2>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span>“Seldom we find,” says Solomon Don Dunce,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">“Half an idea in the profoundest sonnet.</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Through all the flimsy things we see at once</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">As easily as through a Naples bonnet—</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">Trash of all trash!—how <em>can</em> a lady don it?</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Yet heavier far than your Petrarchan stuff—</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Owl-downy nonsense that the faintest puff</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">Twirls into trunk-paper the while you con it.”</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>And, veritably, Sol is right enough.</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>The general tuckermanities are arrant</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Bubbles—ephemeral and <em>so</em> transparent—</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">But <em>this</em> is, now—you may depend upon it—</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Stable, opaque, immortal—all by dint</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Of the dear names that lie concealed within’t.</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
</article>
|
||
<article id="to-helen-1848" epub:type="z3998:poem bodymatter z3998:fiction">
|
||
<h2 epub:type="title">To Helen<a href="#note-45" id="noteref-45" epub:type="noteref">45</a></h2>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span>I saw thee once—once only—years ago:</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>I must not say <em>how</em> many—but <em>not</em> many.</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>It was a July midnight; and from out</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>A full-orbed moon, that, like thine own soul, soaring,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Sought a precipitate pathway up through heaven,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>There fell a silvery-silken veil of light,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>With quietude, and sultriness and slumber,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Upon the upturn’d faces of a thousand</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Roses that grew in an enchanted garden,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Where no wind dared to stir, unless on tiptoe—</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Fell on the upturn’d faces of these roses</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>That gave out, in return for the love-light,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Their odorous souls in an ecstatic death—</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Fell on the upturn’d faces of these roses</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>That smiled and died in this parterre, enchanted</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>By thee, and by the poetry of thy presence.</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Clad all in white, upon a violet bank</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>I saw thee half-reclining; while the moon</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Fell on the upturn’d faces of the roses,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>And on thine own, upturn’d—alas, in sorrow!</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span>Was it not Fate, that, on this July midnight—</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Was it not Fate (whose name is also Sorrow),</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>That bade me pause before that garden-gate,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>To breathe the incense of those slumbering roses?</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>No footstep stirred: the hated world all slept,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Save only thee and me—(O Heaven!—O God!</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>How my heart beats in coupling those two words!)—</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Save only thee and me. I paused—I looked—</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>And in an instant all things disappeared.</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>(Ah, bear in mind this garden was enchanted!)</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>The pearly lustre of the moon went out:</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>The mossy banks and the meandering paths,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>The happy flowers and the repining trees,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Were seen no more: the very roses’ odors</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Died in the arms of the adoring airs.</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>All—all expired save thee—save less than thou:</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Save only the divine light in thine eyes—</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Save but the soul in thine uplifted eyes.</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>I saw but them—they were the world to me.</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>I saw but them—saw only them for hours—</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Saw only them until the moon went down.</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>What wild heart-histories seemed to lie enwritten</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Upon those crystalline, celestial spheres!</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>How dark a woe! yet how sublime a hope!</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>How silently serene a sea of pride!</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>How daring an ambition! yet how deep—</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>How fathomless a capacity for love!</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span>But now, at length, dear Dian sank from sight,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Into a western couch of thunder-cloud;</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>And thou, a ghost, amid the entombing trees</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Didst glide away. <em>Only thine eyes remained.</em></span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>They <em>would not</em> go—they never yet have gone.</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Lighting my lonely pathway home that night,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span><em>They</em> have not left me (as my hopes have) since.</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>They follow me—they lead me through the years.</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>They are my ministers—yet I their slave.</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Their office is to illumine and enkindle—</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>My duty, <em>to be saved</em> by their bright light,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>And purified in their electric fire,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>And sanctified in their elysian fire.</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>They fill my soul with Beauty (which is Hope),</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>And are far up in Heaven—the stars I kneel to</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>In the sad, silent watches of my night;</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>While even in the meridian glare of day</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>I see them still—two sweetly scintillant</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Venuses, unextinguished by the sun!</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
</article>
|
||
<article id="annabel-lee" epub:type="z3998:poem bodymatter z3998:fiction">
|
||
<h2 epub:type="title">Annabel Lee<a href="#note-46" id="noteref-46" epub:type="noteref">46</a></h2>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span>It was many and many a year ago,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i2">In a kingdom by the sea,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>That a maiden lived whom you may know</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i2">By the name of <b>Annabel Lee</b>;</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>And this maiden she lived with no other thought</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i2">Than to love and be loved by me.</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span><em>I</em> was a child and <em>she</em> was a child,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i2">In this kingdom by the sea:</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>But we loved with a love that was more than love—</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i2">I and my <b>Annabel Lee</b>;</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>With a love that the winged seraphs of heaven</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i2">Coveted her and me.</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span>And this was the reason that, long ago,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i2">In this kingdom by the sea,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>A wind blew out of a cloud, chilling</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i2">My beautiful <b>Annabel Lee</b>;</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>So that her highborn kinsmen came</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i2">And bore her away from me,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>To shut her up in a sepulchre</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i2">In this kingdom by the sea.</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span>The angels, not half so happy in heaven,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i2">Went envying her and me—</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Yes!—that was the reason (as all men know,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i2">In this kingdom by the sea)</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>That the wind came out of the cloud by night,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i2">Chilling and killing my <b>Annabel Lee</b>.</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span>But our love it was stronger by far than the love</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i2">Of those who were older than we—</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i2">Of many far wiser than we—</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>And neither the angels in heaven above,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i2">Nor the demons down under the sea,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Can ever dissever my soul from the soul</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i2">Of the beautiful <b>Annabel Lee</b>.</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span>For the moon never beams without bringing me dreams</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i2">Of the beautiful <b>Annabel Lee</b>;</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>And the stars never rise but I see the bright eyes</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i2">Of the beautiful <b>Annabel Lee</b>;</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>And so, all the night-tide, I lie down by the side</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Of my darling, my darling, my life and my bride,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i2">In her sepulchre there by the sea—</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i2">In her tomb by the side of the sea.</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
</article>
|
||
<article id="a-dream-within-a-dream" epub:type="z3998:poem bodymatter z3998:fiction">
|
||
<h2 epub:type="title">A Dream Within a Dream</h2>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span>Take this kiss upon the brow!</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>And, in parting from you now,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Thus much let me avow—</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>You are not wrong, who deem</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>That my days have been a dream:</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Yet if hope has flown away</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>In a night, or in a day,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>In a vision, or in none,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Is it therefore the less <em>gone</em>?</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span><em>All</em> that we see or seem</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Is but a dream within a dream.</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span>I stand amid the roar</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Of a surf-tormented shore,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>And I hold within my hand</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Grains of the golden sand—</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>How few! yet how they creep</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Through my fingers to the deep,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>While I weep—while I weep!</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>O God! can I not grasp</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Them with a tighter clasp?</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>O God! can I not save</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span><em>One</em> from the pitiless wave?</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Is <em>all</em> that we see or seem</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>But a dream within a dream?</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
</article>
|
||
<article id="for-annie" epub:type="z3998:poem bodymatter z3998:fiction">
|
||
<h2 epub:type="title">For Annie<a href="#note-47" id="noteref-47" epub:type="noteref">47</a></h2>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span>Thank Heaven! the crisis—</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">The danger is past,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>And the lingering illness</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">Is over at last—</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>And the fever called “Living”</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">Is conquered at last.</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span>Sadly, I know,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">I am shorn of my strength,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>And no muscle I move</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">As I lie at full length—</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>But no matter!—I feel</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">I am better at length.</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span>And I rest so composedly,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">Now in my bed,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>That any beholder</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">Might fancy me dead—</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Might start at beholding me,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">Thinking me dead.</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span>The moaning and groaning,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">The sighing and sobbing,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Are quieted now,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">With that horrible throbbing</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>At heart:—ah, that horrible,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">Horrible throbbing!</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span>The sickness—the nausea—</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">The pitiless pain—</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Have ceased, with the fever</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">That maddened my brain—</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>With the fever called “Living”</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">That burned in my brain.</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span>And oh! of all tortures</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1"><em>That</em> torture the worst</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Has abated—the terrible</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">Torture of thirst,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>For the naphthaline river</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">Of Passion accurst:—</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>I have drank of a water</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">That quenches all thirst:—</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span>Of a water that flows,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">With a lullaby sound,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>From a spring but a very few</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">Feet under ground—</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>From a cavern not very far</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">Down under ground.</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span>And ah! let it never</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">Be foolishly said</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>That my room it is gloomy</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">And narrow my bed—</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>For man never slept</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">In a different bed;</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>And, to <em>sleep</em>, you must slumber</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">In just such a bed.</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span>My tantalized spirit</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">Here blandly reposes,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Forgetting, or never</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">Regretting its roses—</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Its old agitations</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">Of myrtles and roses:</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span>For now, while so quietly</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">Lying, it fancies</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>A holier odor</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">About it, of pansies—</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>A rosemary odor,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">Commingled with pansies—</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>With rue and the beautiful</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">Puritan pansies.</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span>And so it lies happily,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">Bathing in many</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>A dream of the truth</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">And the beauty of Annie—</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Drowned in a bath</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">Of the tresses of Annie.</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span>She tenderly kissed me,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">She fondly caressed,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>And then I fell gently</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">To sleep on her breast—</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Deeply to sleep</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">From the heaven of her breast.</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span>When the light was extinguished,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">She covered me warm,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>And she prayed to the angels</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">To keep me from harm—</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>To the queen of the angels</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">To shield me from harm.</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span>And I lie so composedly,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">Now in my bed,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>(Knowing her love)</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">That you fancy me dead—</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>And I rest so contentedly,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">Now in my bed,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>(With her love at my breast)</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">That you fancy me dead—</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>That you shudder to look at me,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">Thinking me dead.</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span>But my heart it is brighter</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">Than all of the many</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Stars in the sky,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">For it sparkles with Annie—</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>It glows with the light</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">Of the love of my Annie—</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>With the thought of the light</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">Of the eyes of my Annie.</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
</article>
|
||
<article id="to-my-mother" epub:type="z3998:poem bodymatter z3998:fiction">
|
||
<h2 epub:type="title">To My Mother<a href="#note-48" id="noteref-48" epub:type="noteref">48</a></h2>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span>Because I feel that, in the Heavens above,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">The angels, whispering to one another,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Can find, among their burning terms of love,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">None so devotional as that of “Mother,”</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Therefore by that dear name I long have called you—</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">You who are more than mother unto me,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>And fill my heart of hearts, where Death installed you,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">In setting my Virginia’s spirit free.</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>My mother—my own mother, who died early,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">Was but the mother of myself; but you</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Are mother to the one I loved so dearly,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">And thus are dearer than the mother I knew</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>By that infinity with which my wife</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">Was dearer to my soul than its soul-life.</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
</article>
|
||
<article id="to-frances-s-osgood" epub:type="z3998:poem bodymatter z3998:fiction">
|
||
<h2 epub:type="title">To Frances <abbr epub:type="z3998:given-name">S.</abbr> Osgood<a href="#note-49" id="noteref-49" epub:type="noteref">49</a></h2>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span>Thou wouldst be loved?—then let thy heart</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">From its present pathway part not;</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Being everything which now thou art,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">Be nothing which thou art not.</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>So with the world thy gentle ways,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">Thy grace, thy more than beauty,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Shall be an endless theme of praise,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">And love a simple duty.</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
</article>
|
||
<section id="endnotes" epub:type="endnotes backmatter z3998:non-fiction">
|
||
<h2 epub:type="title">Endnotes</h2>
|
||
<ol>
|
||
<li id="note-1" epub:type="endnote">
|
||
<p>The earliest version of “<span epub:type="se:name.publication.poem">Tamerlane</span>” was included in the suppressed volume of <time datetime="1827">1827</time>, but differs very considerably from the poem as now published. The present draft, besides innumerable verbal alterations and improvements upon the original, is more carefully punctuated, and, the lines being indented, presents a more pleasing appearance, to the eye at least. <a href="#noteref-1" epub:type="backlink">↩</a></p>
|
||
</li>
|
||
<li id="note-2" epub:type="endnote">
|
||
<p>In climes of mine imagining apart? <cite>—<abbr class="eoc">Ed.</abbr></cite> <a href="#noteref-2" epub:type="backlink">↩</a></p>
|
||
</li>
|
||
<li id="note-3" epub:type="endnote">
|
||
<p>Query “fervor”? <cite>—<abbr class="eoc">Ed.</abbr></cite> <a href="#noteref-3" epub:type="backlink">↩</a></p>
|
||
</li>
|
||
<li id="note-4" epub:type="endnote">
|
||
<p>It was a saying of this philosopher “that one’s own name should never appear in one’s own book.” <a href="#noteref-4" epub:type="backlink">↩</a></p>
|
||
</li>
|
||
<li id="note-5" epub:type="endnote">
|
||
<p>A star was discovered by Tycho Brahe which appeared suddenly in the heavens attained, in a few days, a brilliancy surpassing that of Jupiter—then as suddenly disappeared, and has never been seen since.</p>
|
||
<p>“<span epub:type="se:name.publication.poem">Al Aaraaf</span>” first appeared, with the sonnet “<span epub:type="se:name.publication.poem">To Silence</span>” prefixed to it, in <time datetime="1829">1829</time>, and is, substantially, as originally issued. In the edition for <time datetime="1831">1831</time>, however, this poem, its author’s longest, was introduced by the following twenty-nine lines, which have been omitted in—all subsequent collections:</p>
|
||
<blockquote epub:type="z3998:verse">
|
||
<header role="presentation">
|
||
<p>Al Aaraaf</p>
|
||
</header>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span>Mysterious star!</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Thou wert my dream</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>All a long summer night—</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Be now my theme!</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>By this clear stream,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Of thee will I write;</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Meantime from afar</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Bathe me in light!</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span>Thy world has not the dross of ours,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Yet all the beauty—all the flowers</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>That list our love or deck our bowers</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>In dreamy gardens, where do lie</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Dreamy maidens all the day;</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>While the silver winds of Circassy</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>On violet couches faint away.</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Little—oh! little dwells in thee</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Like unto what on earth we see:</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Beauty’s eye is here the bluest</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>In the falsest and untruest—</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>On the sweetest air doth float</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>The most sad and solemn note—</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span>If with thee be broken hearts,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Joy so peacefully departs,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>That its echo still doth dwell,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Like the murmur in the shell.</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Thou! thy truest type of grief</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Is the gently falling leaf—</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Thou! thy framing is so holy</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Sorrow is not melancholy.</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
</blockquote>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<a href="#noteref-5" epub:type="backlink">↩</a>
|
||
</p>
|
||
</li>
|
||
<li id="note-6" epub:type="endnote">
|
||
<p>On Santa Maura—<i lang="la" xml:lang="la">olim</i> Deucadia. <a href="#noteref-6" epub:type="backlink">↩</a></p>
|
||
</li>
|
||
<li id="note-7" epub:type="endnote">
|
||
<p>Sappho. <a href="#noteref-7" epub:type="backlink">↩</a></p>
|
||
</li>
|
||
<li id="note-8" epub:type="endnote">
|
||
<p>This flower is much noticed by Lewenhoeck and Tournefort. The bee, feeding upon its blossom, becomes intoxicated. <a href="#noteref-8" epub:type="backlink">↩</a></p>
|
||
</li>
|
||
<li id="note-9" epub:type="endnote">
|
||
<p>Clytia—The Chrysanthemum Peruvianum, or, to employ a better-known term, the turnsol—which continually turns towards the sun, covers itself, like Peru, the country from which it comes, with dewy clouds which cool and refresh its flowers during the most violent heat of the day. <cite>—<abbr epub:type="z3998:given-name">B.</abbr> de <abbr>St.</abbr> Pierre</cite> <a href="#noteref-9" epub:type="backlink">↩</a></p>
|
||
</li>
|
||
<li id="note-10" epub:type="endnote">
|
||
<p>There is cultivated in the king’s garden at Paris, a species of serpentine aloes without prickles, whose large and beautiful flower exhales a strong odor of the vanilla, during the time of its expansion, which is very short. It does not blow till towards the month of July—you then perceive it gradually open its petals—expand them—fade and die. <cite>—<abbr>St.</abbr> Pierre</cite> <a href="#noteref-10" epub:type="backlink">↩</a></p>
|
||
</li>
|
||
<li id="note-11" epub:type="endnote">
|
||
<p>There is found, in the Rhone, a beautiful lily of the Valisnerian kind. Its stem will stretch to the length of three or four feet—thus preserving its head above water in the swellings of the river. <a href="#noteref-11" epub:type="backlink">↩</a></p>
|
||
</li>
|
||
<li id="note-12" epub:type="endnote">
|
||
<p>The Hyacinth. <a href="#noteref-12" epub:type="backlink">↩</a></p>
|
||
</li>
|
||
<li id="note-13" epub:type="endnote">
|
||
<p>It is a fiction of the Indians, that Cupid was first seen floating in one of these down the river Ganges—and that he still loves the cradle of his childhood. <a href="#noteref-13" epub:type="backlink">↩</a></p>
|
||
</li>
|
||
<li id="note-14" epub:type="endnote">
|
||
<p>And golden vials full of odors which are the prayers of the saints. <cite>—<abbr epub:type="z3998:name-title">Rev.</abbr> <abbr>St.</abbr> John</cite> <a href="#noteref-14" epub:type="backlink">↩</a></p>
|
||
</li>
|
||
<li id="note-15" epub:type="endnote">
|
||
<p>The Humanitarians held that God was to be understood as having a really human form. <cite>—Vide Clarke’s <i epub:type="se:name.publication.book">Sermons</i>, <abbr>vol.</abbr> 1, page 26, <abbr>fol.</abbr> <abbr class="eoc">edit.</abbr></cite></p>
|
||
<p>The drift of Milton’s argument leads him to employ language which would appear, at first sight, to verge upon their doctrine; but it will be seen immediately, that he guards himself against the charge of having adopted one of the most ignorant errors of the dark ages of the church. <cite>—<abbr epub:type="z3998:name-title">Dr.</abbr> Sumner’s <i epub:type="se:name.publication.book">Notes on Milton’s Christian Doctrine</i></cite></p>
|
||
<p>This opinion, in spite of many testimonies to the contrary, could never have been very general. Andeus, a Syrian of Mesopotamia, was condemned for the opinion, as heretical. He lived in the beginning of the fourth century. His disciples were called Anthropmorphites. <cite>—Vide Du Pin</cite></p>
|
||
<p>Among Milton’s minor poems are these lines:—</p>
|
||
<blockquote lang="la" epub:type="z3998:verse" xml:lang="la">
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span class="i1">Dicite sacrorum præsides nemorum Deæ, <abbr>etc.</abbr></span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">Quis ille primus cujus ex imagine</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Natura solers finxit humanum genus?</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Eternus, incorruptus, æquævus polo,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Unusque et universus exemplar Dei.</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
</blockquote>
|
||
<p class="continued">And afterwards,</p>
|
||
<blockquote lang="la" epub:type="z3998:verse" xml:lang="la">
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span>Non cui profundum Cæcitas lumen dedit</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Dircæus augur vidit hunc alto sinu, <abbr class="eoc">etc.</abbr></span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
</blockquote>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<a href="#noteref-15" epub:type="backlink">↩</a>
|
||
</p>
|
||
</li>
|
||
<li id="note-16" epub:type="endnote">
|
||
<blockquote lang="de" epub:type="z3998:verse" xml:lang="de">
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span>Seltsamen Tochter Jovis</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Seinem Schosskinde</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Der Phantasie.</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
<cite>—Göethe</cite>
|
||
</blockquote>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<a href="#noteref-16" epub:type="backlink">↩</a>
|
||
</p>
|
||
</li>
|
||
<li id="note-17" epub:type="endnote">
|
||
<p>Sightless—too small to be seen. <cite>—Legge</cite> <a href="#noteref-17" epub:type="backlink">↩</a></p>
|
||
</li>
|
||
<li id="note-18" epub:type="endnote">
|
||
<p>I have often noticed a peculiar movement of the fireflies;—they will collect in a body and fly off, from a common centre, into innumerable radii. <a href="#noteref-18" epub:type="backlink">↩</a></p>
|
||
</li>
|
||
<li id="note-19" epub:type="endnote">
|
||
<p>Therasaea, or Therasea, the island mentioned by Seneca, which, in a moment, arose from the sea to the eyes of astonished mariners. <a href="#noteref-19" epub:type="backlink">↩</a></p>
|
||
</li>
|
||
<li id="note-20" epub:type="endnote">
|
||
<blockquote epub:type="z3998:verse">
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span>Some star which, from the ruin’d roof</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Of shak’d Olympus, by mischance did fall.</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
<cite>—Milton.</cite>
|
||
</blockquote>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<a href="#noteref-20" epub:type="backlink">↩</a>
|
||
</p>
|
||
</li>
|
||
<li id="note-21" epub:type="endnote">
|
||
<p>Voltaire, in speaking of Persepolis, says, “<q lang="fr" xml:lang="fr">Je connois bien l’admiration qu’ inspirent ces ruines—mais un palais érigé au pied d’une chaine des rochers steriles—peut-il être un chef d’œuvre des arts!</q>” <a href="#noteref-21" epub:type="backlink">↩</a></p>
|
||
</li>
|
||
<li id="note-22" epub:type="endnote">
|
||
<p>“Oh, the wave”—Ula Deguisi is the Turkish appellation; but, on its own shores, it is called Bahar Loth, or Almotanah. There were undoubtedly more than two cities engulfed in the “dead sea.” In the valley of Siddim were five—Adrah, Zeboin, Zoar, Sodom and Gomorrah. Stephen of Byzantium mentions eight, and Strabo thirteeen (engulfed)—but the last is out of all reason.</p>
|
||
<p>It is said, (Tacitus, Strabo, Josephus, Daniel of <abbr>St.</abbr> Saba, Nau, Maundrell, Troilo, D’Arvieux) that after an excessive drought, the vestiges of columns, walls, <abbr>etc.</abbr> are seen above the surface. At <em>any</em> season, such remains may be discovered by looking down into the transparent lake, and at such distances as would argue the existence of many settlements in the space now usurped by the “Asphaltites.” <a href="#noteref-22" epub:type="backlink">↩</a></p>
|
||
</li>
|
||
<li id="note-23" epub:type="endnote">
|
||
<p>Eyraco—Chaldea. <a href="#noteref-23" epub:type="backlink">↩</a></p>
|
||
</li>
|
||
<li id="note-24" epub:type="endnote">
|
||
<p>I have often thought I could distinctly hear the sound of the darkness as it stole over the horizon. <a href="#noteref-24" epub:type="backlink">↩</a></p>
|
||
</li>
|
||
<li id="note-25" epub:type="endnote">
|
||
<p>Fairies use flowers for their charactery. <cite>—<i epub:type="se:name.publication.play">Merry Wives of Windsor</i></cite> <a href="#noteref-25" epub:type="backlink">↩</a></p>
|
||
</li>
|
||
<li id="note-26" epub:type="endnote">
|
||
<p>In Scripture is this passage—“The sun shall not harm thee by day, nor the moon by night.” It is perhaps not generally known that the moon, in Egypt, has the effect of producing blindness to those who sleep with the face exposed to its rays, to which circumstance the passage evidently alludes. <a href="#noteref-26" epub:type="backlink">↩</a></p>
|
||
</li>
|
||
<li id="note-27" epub:type="endnote">
|
||
<p>The Albatross is said to sleep on the wing. <a href="#noteref-27" epub:type="backlink">↩</a></p>
|
||
</li>
|
||
<li id="note-28" epub:type="endnote">
|
||
<p>I met with this idea in an old English tale, which I am now unable to obtain and quote from memory:—“The verie essence and, as it were, springe heade and origine of all musiche is the verie pleasaunte sounde which the trees of the forest do make when they growe.” <a href="#noteref-28" epub:type="backlink">↩</a></p>
|
||
</li>
|
||
<li id="note-29" epub:type="endnote">
|
||
<p>The wild bee will not sleep in the shade if there be moonlight.</p>
|
||
<p>The rhyme in this verse, as in one about sixty lines before, has an appearance of affectation. It is, however, imitated from Sir <abbr epub:type="z3998:given-name">W.</abbr> Scott, or rather from Claud Halcro—in whose mouth I admired its effect:</p>
|
||
<blockquote epub:type="z3998:verse">
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span>O! were there an island,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">Tho’ ever so wild</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Where woman might smile, and</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i1">No man be beguil’d, <abbr class="eoc">etc.</abbr></span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
</blockquote>
|
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<p>
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<a href="#noteref-29" epub:type="backlink">↩</a>
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</p>
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</li>
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<li id="note-30" epub:type="endnote">
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<p>With the Arabians there is a medium between Heaven and Hell, where men suffer no punishment, but yet do not attain that tranquil and even happiness which they suppose to be characteristic of heavenly enjoyment.</p>
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<blockquote lang="es" epub:type="z3998:verse" xml:lang="es">
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<p>
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<span>Un no rompido sueno—</span>
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<br/>
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<span>Un dia puro—allegre—libre</span>
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<br/>
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<span>Quiera—</span>
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<br/>
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<span>Libre de amor—de zelo—</span>
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<br/>
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<span>De odio—de esperanza—de rezelo.</span>
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||
</p>
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<cite>—Luis Ponce de Leon.</cite>
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||
</blockquote>
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||
<p>Sorrow is not excluded from “<span epub:type="se:name.publication.poem">Al Aaraaf</span>,” but it is that sorrow which the living love to cherish for the dead, and which, in some minds, resembles the delirium of opium. The passionate excitement of Love and the buoyancy of spirit attendant upon intoxication are its less holy pleasures—the price of which, to those souls who make choice of “<span epub:type="se:name.publication.poem">Al Aaraaf</span>” as their residence after life, is final death and annihilation. <a href="#noteref-30" epub:type="backlink">↩</a></p>
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</li>
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<li id="note-31" epub:type="endnote">
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<blockquote epub:type="z3998:verse">
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<p>
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||
<span>There be tears of perfect moan</span>
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<br/>
|
||
<span>Wept for thee in Helicon.</span>
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||
</p>
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<cite>—Milton.</cite>
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</blockquote>
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<p>
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<a href="#noteref-31" epub:type="backlink">↩</a>
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</p>
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</li>
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<li id="note-32" epub:type="endnote">
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<p>It was entire in 1687—the most elevated spot in Athens. <a href="#noteref-32" epub:type="backlink">↩</a></p>
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</li>
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<li id="note-33" epub:type="endnote">
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<blockquote epub:type="z3998:verse">
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<p>
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<span>Shadowing more beauty in their airy brows</span>
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<br/>
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<span>Than have the white breasts of the queen of love.</span>
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</p>
|
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<cite>—Marlowe.</cite>
|
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</blockquote>
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<p>
|
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<a href="#noteref-33" epub:type="backlink">↩</a>
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||
</p>
|
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</li>
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<li id="note-34" epub:type="endnote">
|
||
<p>Pennon, for pinion. <cite>—Milton</cite> <a href="#noteref-34" epub:type="backlink">↩</a></p>
|
||
</li>
|
||
<li id="note-35" epub:type="endnote">
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||
<p>The poem styled “<span epub:type="se:name.publication.poem">Romance</span>,” constituted the Preface of the <time datetime="1829">1829</time> volume, but with the addition of the following lines:</p>
|
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<blockquote epub:type="z3998:verse">
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<p>
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<span>Succeeding years, too wild for song,</span>
|
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<br/>
|
||
<span>Then rolled like tropic storms along,</span>
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<br/>
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<span>Where, through the garish lights that fly</span>
|
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<br/>
|
||
<span>Dying along the troubled sky,</span>
|
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<br/>
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<span>Lay bare, through vistas thunder-riven,</span>
|
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<br/>
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<span>The blackness of the general Heaven,</span>
|
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<br/>
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||
<span>That very blackness yet doth fling</span>
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||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Light on the lightning’s silver wing.</span>
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||
</p>
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||
<p>
|
||
<span>For being an idle boy lang syne,</span>
|
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<br/>
|
||
<span>Who read Anacreon and drank wine,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>I early found Anacreon rhymes</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Were almost passionate sometimes—</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>And by strange alchemy of brain</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>His pleasures always turned to pain—</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>His naïveté to wild desire—</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>His wit to love—his wine to fire—</span>
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||
<br/>
|
||
<span>And so, being young and dipt in folly,</span>
|
||
<br/>
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||
<span>I fell in love with melancholy,</span>
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||
<br/>
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||
<span>And used to throw my earthly rest</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>And quiet all away in jest—</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>I could not love except where Death</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Was mingling his with Beauty’s breath—</span>
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||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Or Hymen, Time, and Destiny,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Were stalking between her and me.</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="elision">⋮</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>But <em>now</em> my soul hath too much room—</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Gone are the glory and the gloom—</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>The black hath mellow’d into gray,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>And all the fires are fading away.</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span>My draught of passion hath been deep—</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>I revell’d, and I now would sleep—</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>And after drunkenness of soul</span>
|
||
<br/>
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||
<span>Succeeds the glories of the bowl—</span>
|
||
<br/>
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<span>An idle longing night and day</span>
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||
<br/>
|
||
<span>To dream my very life away.</span>
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||
</p>
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||
<p>
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||
<span>But dreams—of those who dream as I,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Aspiringly, are damned, and die:</span>
|
||
<br/>
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||
<span>Yet should I swear I mean alone,</span>
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||
<br/>
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||
<span>By notes so very shrilly blown,</span>
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||
<br/>
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||
<span>To break upon Time’s monotone,</span>
|
||
<br/>
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||
<span>While yet my vapid joy and grief</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Are tintless of the yellow leaf—</span>
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||
<br/>
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||
<span>Why not an imp the graybeard hath,</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Will shake his shadow in my path—</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>And e’en the graybeard will o’erlook</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Connivingly my dreaming-book.</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
</blockquote>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<a href="#noteref-35" epub:type="backlink">↩</a>
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||
</p>
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||
</li>
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||
<li id="note-36" epub:type="endnote">
|
||
<blockquote>
|
||
<p>And the angel Israfel, whose heartstrings are a lute, and who has the sweetest voice of all God’s creatures.</p>
|
||
<cite>—Koran.</cite>
|
||
</blockquote>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<a href="#noteref-36" epub:type="backlink">↩</a>
|
||
</p>
|
||
</li>
|
||
<li id="note-37" epub:type="endnote">
|
||
<p>“<span epub:type="se:name.publication.poem">To Helen</span>” first appeared in the <time datetime="1831">1831</time> volume, as did also “<span epub:type="se:name.publication.poem">The Valley of Unrest</span>” (as “The Valley Nis”), “<span epub:type="se:name.publication.poem">Israfel</span>,” and one or two others of the youthful pieces. <a href="#noteref-37" epub:type="backlink">↩</a></p>
|
||
</li>
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||
<li id="note-38" epub:type="endnote">
|
||
<p>“<span epub:type="se:name.publication.poem">The Raven</span>” was first published on the <time datetime="1845-01-29">29th January, 1845</time>, in the New York <i epub:type="se:name.publication.newspaper">Evening Mirror</i>—a paper its author was then assistant editor of. It was prefaced by the following words, understood to have been written by <abbr epub:type="z3998:given-name">N. P.</abbr> Willis: “We are permitted to copy (in advance of publication) from the second number of the <i epub:type="se:name.publication.magazine">American Review</i>, the following remarkable poem by Edgar Poe. In our opinion, it is the most effective single example of ‘fugitive poetry’ ever published in this country, and unsurpassed in English poetry for subtle conception, masterly ingenuity of versification, and consistent sustaining of imaginative lift and ‘pokerishness.’ It is one of those ‘dainties bred in a book’ which we feed on. It will stick to the memory of everybody who reads it.” In the February number of the <i epub:type="se:name.publication.magazine">American Review</i> the poem was published as by “Quarles,” and it was introduced by the following note, evidently suggested if not written by Poe himself.</p>
|
||
<blockquote>
|
||
<p>“The following lines from a correspondent—besides the deep, quaint strain of the sentiment, and the curious introduction of some ludicrous touches amidst the serious and impressive, as was doubtless intended by the author—appears to us one of the most felicitous specimens of unique rhyming which has for some time met our eye. The resources of English rhythm for varieties of melody, measure, and sound, producing corresponding diversities of effect, having been thoroughly studied, much more perceived, by very few poets in the language. While the classic tongues, especially the Greek, possess, by power of accent, several advantages for versification over our own, chiefly through greater abundance of spondaic feet, we have other and very great advantages of sound by the modern usage of rhyme. Alliteration is nearly the only effect of that kind which the ancients had in common with us. It will be seen that much of the melody of ‘<span epub:type="se:name.publication.poem">The Raven</span>’ arises from alliteration, and the studious use of similar sounds in unusual places. In regard to its measure, it may be noted that if all the verses were like the second, they might properly be placed merely in short lines, producing a not uncommon form; but the presence in all the others of one line—mostly the second in the verse” (stanza?)—“which flows continuously, with only an aspirate pause in the middle, like that before the short line in the Sapphic Adonic, while the fifth has at the middle pause no similarity of sound with any part besides, gives the versification an entirely different effect. We could wish the capacities of our noble language in prosody were better understood.”</p>
|
||
<cite>—<abbr>Ed.</abbr> <i epub:type="se:name.publication.magazine"><abbr>Am.</abbr> <abbr epub:type="z3998:name-title">Rev.</abbr></i></cite>
|
||
</blockquote>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<a href="#noteref-38" epub:type="backlink">↩</a>
|
||
</p>
|
||
</li>
|
||
<li id="note-39" epub:type="endnote">
|
||
<p>“<span epub:type="se:name.publication.poem">To F⸺</span>” (Frances Sargeant Osgood) appeared in the <i epub:type="se:name.publication.magazine">Broadway Journal</i> for <time datetime="1845-04">April, 1845</time>. These lines are but slightly varied from those inscribed “<span epub:type="se:name.publication.poem">To Mary</span>,” in the <i epub:type="se:name.publication.poem">Southern Literary Messenger</i> for <time datetime="1835-07">July, 1835</time>, and subsequently republished, with the two stanzas transposed, in <i epub:type="se:name.publication.magazine">Graham’s Magazine</i> for <time datetime="1843-03">March, 1842</time>, as “<span epub:type="se:name.publication.poem">To One Departed</span>.” <a href="#noteref-39" epub:type="backlink">↩</a></p>
|
||
</li>
|
||
<li id="note-40" epub:type="endnote">
|
||
<p>“<span epub:type="se:name.publication.poem">A Valentine</span>,” one of three poems addressed to <abbr epub:type="z3998:name-title">Mrs.</abbr> Osgood, appears to have been written early in <time datetime="1846">1846</time>.</p>
|
||
<p>To discover the names in this poem read the first letter of the first line in connection with the second letter of the second line, the third letter of the third line, the fourth of the fourth and so on to the end. <a href="#noteref-40" epub:type="backlink">↩</a></p>
|
||
</li>
|
||
<li id="note-41" epub:type="endnote">
|
||
<p>This poem was first published in Colton’s <i epub:type="se:name.publication.magazine">American Review</i> for <time datetime="1847-12">December, 1847</time>, as “<span epub:type="se:name.publication.poem">To ⸻ ⸻. Ulalume: A Ballad</span>.” Being reprinted immediately in the <i epub:type="se:name.publication.magazine">Home Journal</i>, it was copied into various publications with the name of the editor, <abbr epub:type="z3998:given-name">N. P.</abbr> Willis, appended, and was ascribed to him. When first published, it contained the following additional stanza which Poe subsequently, at the suggestion of <abbr epub:type="z3998:name-title">Mrs.</abbr> Whitman, wisely suppressed:</p>
|
||
<blockquote epub:type="z3998:poem">
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span>Said we then—we two, then—“Ah, can it</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i2">Have been that the woodlandish ghouls—</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i2">The pitiful, the merciful ghouls—</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>To bar up our path and to ban it</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i2">From the secret that lies in these wolds—</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>Had drawn up the spectre of a planet</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i2">From the limbo of lunary souls—</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>This sinfully scintillant planet</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i2">From the Hell of the planetary souls?”</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
</blockquote>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<a href="#noteref-41" epub:type="backlink">↩</a>
|
||
</p>
|
||
</li>
|
||
<li id="note-42" epub:type="endnote">
|
||
<p>The bibliographical history of “<span epub:type="se:name.publication.poem">The Bells</span>” is curious. The subject, and some lines of the original version, having been suggested by the poet’s friend, <abbr epub:type="z3998:name-title">Mrs.</abbr> Shew, Poe, when he wrote out the first draft of the poem, headed it, “<span epub:type="se:name.publication.poem">The Bells, By <abbr epub:type="z3998:name-title">Mrs.</abbr> <abbr epub:type="z3998:given-name">M. A.</abbr> Shew</span>.” This draft, now the editor’s property, consists of only seventeen lines, and read thus:</p>
|
||
<blockquote epub:type="z3998:poem">
|
||
<div>
|
||
<header role="presentation">
|
||
<p epub:type="ordinal z3998:roman">I</p>
|
||
</header>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span class="i2">The bells!—ah, the bells!</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i2">The little silver bells!</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>How fairy-like a melody there floats</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i4">From their throats—</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i4">From their merry little throats—</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i4">From the silver, tinkling throats</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i2">Of the bells, bells, bells—</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i6">Of the bells!</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
</div>
|
||
<div>
|
||
<header role="presentation">
|
||
<p epub:type="ordinal z3998:roman">II</p>
|
||
</header>
|
||
<p>
|
||
<span class="i2">The bells!—ah, the bells!</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i2">The heavy iron bells!</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span>How horrible a monody there floats</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i4">From their throats—</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i4">From their deep-toned throats—</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i4">From their melancholy throats!</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i4">How I shudder at the notes</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i2">Of the bells, bells, bells—</span>
|
||
<br/>
|
||
<span class="i6">Of the bells!</span>
|
||
</p>
|
||
</div>
|
||
</blockquote>
|
||
<p>In the autumn of <time datetime="1848">1848</time> Poe added another line to this poem, and sent it to the editor of the <i epub:type="se:name.publication.magazine">Union Magazine</i>. It was not published. So, in the following February, the poet forwarded to the same periodical a much enlarged and altered transcript. Three months having elapsed without publication, another revision of the poem, similar to the current version, was sent, and in <time datetime="1849-10">the following October</time> was published in the <i epub:type="se:name.publication.magazine">Union Magazine</i>. <a href="#noteref-42" epub:type="backlink">↩</a></p>
|
||
</li>
|
||
<li id="note-43" epub:type="endnote">
|
||
<p>Although “<span epub:type="se:name.publication.poem">Eldorado</span>” was published during Poe’s lifetime, in <time datetime="1849">1849</time>, in the <i epub:type="se:name.publication.newspaper">Flag of Our Union</i>, it does not appear to have ever received the author’s finishing touches. <a href="#noteref-43" epub:type="backlink">↩</a></p>
|
||
</li>
|
||
<li id="note-44" epub:type="endnote">
|
||
<p>“<span epub:type="se:name.publication.poem">An Enigma</span>,” addressed to <abbr epub:type="z3998:name-title">Mrs.</abbr> Sarah Anna Lewis (“Stella”), was sent to that lady in a letter, in <time datetime="1847-11">November, 1847</time>, and the following March appeared in Sartain’s <i epub:type="se:name.publication.magazine">Union Magazine</i>.</p>
|
||
<p>To discover the names in this poem read the first letter of the first line in connection with the second letter of the second line, the third letter of the third line, the fourth of the fourth and so on to the end. <a href="#noteref-44" epub:type="backlink">↩</a></p>
|
||
</li>
|
||
<li id="note-45" epub:type="endnote">
|
||
<p>“<span epub:type="se:name.publication.poem">To Helen</span>” (<abbr epub:type="z3998:name-title">Mrs.</abbr> <abbr epub:type="z3998:given-name">S.</abbr> Helen Whitman) was not published until <time datetime="1848-11">November, 1848</time>, although written several months earlier. It first appeared in the <i epub:type="se:name.publication.magazine">Union Magazine</i>, and with the omission, contrary to the knowledge or desire of Poe, of the line, “Oh, God! oh, Heaven—how my heart beats in coupling those two words.” <a href="#noteref-45" epub:type="backlink">↩</a></p>
|
||
</li>
|
||
<li id="note-46" epub:type="endnote">
|
||
<p>“<span epub:type="se:name.publication.poem">Annabel Lee</span>” was written early in <time datetime="1849">1849</time>, and is evidently an expression of the poet’s undying love for his deceased bride, although at least one of his lady admirers deemed it a response to her admiration. Poe sent a copy of the ballad to the <i epub:type="se:name.publication.magazine">Union Magazine</i>, in which publication it appeared in January, 1850, three months after the author’s death. While suffering from “hope deferred” as to its fate, Poe presented a copy of “<span epub:type="se:name.publication.poem">Annabel Lee</span>” to the editor of the <i epub:type="se:name.publication.magazine">Southern Literary Messenger</i>, who published it in the <time datetime="1849-11">November</time> number of his periodical, a month after Poe’s death. In the meantime the poet’s own copy, left among his papers, passed into the hands of the person engaged to edit his works, and he quoted the poem in an obituary of Poe, in the New York <i epub:type="se:name.publication.newspaper">Tribune</i>, before anyone else had an opportunity of publishing it. <a href="#noteref-46" epub:type="backlink">↩</a></p>
|
||
</li>
|
||
<li id="note-47" epub:type="endnote">
|
||
<p>“<span epub:type="se:name.publication.poem">For Annie</span>” was first published in the <i epub:type="se:name.publication.magazine">Flag of Our Union</i>, in the spring of <time datetime="1849">1849</time>. Poe, annoyed at some misprints in this issue, shortly afterwards caused a corrected copy to be inserted in the <i epub:type="se:name.publication.magazine">Home Journal</i>. <a href="#noteref-47" epub:type="backlink">↩</a></p>
|
||
</li>
|
||
<li id="note-48" epub:type="endnote">
|
||
<p>The sonnet, “<span epub:type="se:name.publication.poem">To My Mother</span>” (Maria Clemm), was sent for publication to the short-lived <i epub:type="se:name.publication.magazine">Flag of Our Union</i>, early in <time datetime="1849">1849</time>, but does not appear to have been issued until after its author’s death, when it appeared in the <i epub:type="se:name.publication.book">Leaflets of Memory</i> for <time datetime="1850">1850</time>.</p>
|
||
<p>The poem was addressed to the poet’s mother-in-law, <abbr epub:type="z3998:name-title">Mrs.</abbr> Clemm <cite>—<abbr class="eoc">Ed.</abbr></cite> <a href="#noteref-48" epub:type="backlink">↩</a></p>
|
||
</li>
|
||
<li id="note-49" epub:type="endnote">
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<p>“<span epub:type="se:name.publication.poem">To F⸺s <abbr epub:type="z3998:given-name">S.</abbr> O⸺d</span>,” a portion of the poet’s triune tribute to <abbr epub:type="z3998:name-title">Mrs.</abbr> Osgood, was published in the <i epub:type="se:name.publication.magazine">Broadway Journal</i> for <time datetime="1845-09">September, 1845</time>. The earliest version of these lines appeared in the <i epub:type="se:name.publication.magazine">Southern Literary Messenger</i> for <time datetime="1835-09">September, 1835</time>, as “<span epub:type="se:name.publication.poem">Lines Written in an Album</span>,” and was addressed to Eliza White, the proprietor’s daughter. Slightly revised, the poem reappeared in Burton’s <i epub:type="se:name.publication.magazine">Gentleman’s Magazine</i> for <time datetime="1839-08">August, 1839</time>, as “<span epub:type="se:name.publication.poem">To ⸻</span>.” <a href="#noteref-49" epub:type="backlink">↩</a></p>
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