ODE TO A SKYLARK. Higher still and higher, From the earth thou springest The blue deep thou wingest, 29 And singing still dost soar, and soaring ever, singest. In the golden lightning Of the sunken sun, O'er which clouds are bright'ning, Thou dost float and run, Like an unbodied joy whose race is just begun. The pale purple even Melts around thy flight. Like a star of heaven, In the broad daylight Thou art unseen, but yet I hear thy shrill delight. Keen are the arrows Of that silver sphere. Whose intense lamp narrows In the white dawn clear, Until we hardly see, we feel that it is there. All the earth and air From one lonely cloud [flowed. The moon rains out her beams, and heaven is over What thou art we know not; What is most like thee? From rainbow clouds there flow not Drops so bright to see, As from thy presence showers a rain of melody. Like a poet hidden In the light of thought, To sympathy with hopes and fears it heeded not. * * * 30 THE SPANISH CHAMPION. THE SPANISH CHAMPION. The warrior bowed his crested head, And sued the haughty king to free "I bring thee here my fortress keys, I pledge thee faith, my liege, my lord, "Rise, rise! even now thy father comes, Mount thy good horse, and thou and I Then lightly rose that loyal son, And bounded on his steed, And urged, as if with lance in hand, And lo! from far, as on they pressed, Now haste, Bernardo, haste, For there in very truth is he- His dark eye flashed, his proud breast heaved, He reached that grey haired chieftain's side, A lowly knee to earth he bent, His father's hand he took What was there in its nerveless touch That all his fiery spirit shook? That hand was cold-a frozen thing, THE SPANISH CHAMPION. A plume waved o'er the noble brow, Up from the ground he sprang, and gazed, They hushed their very eyes that saw Its horror and amaze. They might have chained him as before For the power was stricken from his arms, "Father," at length he murmured low, He flung the falchion from his side, Then covering with his steel gloved hands "No more, there is no more," he said, The glory, and the loveliness, Are passed away from earth." I thought to stand where banners waved, I would that there our kindred blood Thou wouldst have known my spirit then. For thee my fields were won; And thou hast perished in thy chains, As though thou hadst no son." 31 32 THE SPANISH CHAMPION. Then, starting from the ground once more, And with a fierce o'ermastering grasp "Came I not forth upon thy pledge Be still and gaze thou on, false king, The voice, the glance, the heart I sought, If thou wouldst clear thy perjured soul, Into these glassy eyes put light- Give me back him for whom I strove, Thou canst not-and a king? His dust He loosed the rein, his slack hand fell He cast one long, deep, troubled look His banner led the spears no more DAMON AND PYTHIAS. DAMON AND PYTHYAS. Enter CALANTHE to DAMON. Calanthe. Hold, sir;-is what they tell me true? At any time save this, thy voice would have Given to my heart. Cal. Speak! have they said the truth? Have you consented to put in the pledge Of Pythis' life for your return? Damon. 'Tis better That I should say to her-" Hermione, I die!" "Damon is dead!" Cal. No! you would say to her, "Pythias has died for me -even now the citizens Damon. And do you think I would betray him! I give no thought upon it-Possibility, 3333 Though it should weigh but the least part of a chance Is quite enough-Damon may let him die Ay, meanly live himself, and let him die! Damon. Calanthe, I'll not swear. When men lift up Their hands unto the gods, it is to give Assurance to a doubt: But to confirm, By any attestation, the return Of Damon unto Pythias, would profane The sanctity of friendship!-Fare thee well [AS DAMON attempts to leave, she clings to him. Nay, cling no to me. Cal. So will Hermione cling— But Damon will not so reject her She will implore thee back to life again, And her loud cries will pierce thy inmost breast, And Pythias will be murdered! Damon. I must undo thy grasping. Cal. Mercy, Damon! Damon. Unwillingly I stay thy straggling hands Forgive me for't. |