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We came, my love; around, above, below,
Thus, in discourse, the lovers whiled away
Kind solace in a dying hour!
Such, father, is not (now) my theme—
Of Earth may shrive me of the sin
I have no time to dote or dream:
Its fount is holier, more divine,
But such is not a gift of thine.*
Know thou the secret of a spirit
Bow'd from its wild pride into shame.
O yearning heart! I did inherit
Thy withering portion with the fame.
* Here we have traces enough of the influence of Byronism on the poet's youth. Those were the days when the "teeth-grinding, glass-eyed lone Caloyer"—to use Carlyle's words—was the ideal of the rising generation.. —Ed.
The searing glory which hath shone
O craving heart, for the lost flowers
I have not always been as now:
I claim'd and won usurpingly
Hath not the same fierce heirdom given
Rome to the Caesar—this to me?
The heritage of a kingly mind,
And a proud spirit which hath striven
On mountain soil I first drew life:
And, I believe, the winged strife
And tumult of the headlong air
Have nestled in my very hair.
So late from Heaven—that dew—it fell
('Mid dreams of an unholy night) Upon me with the touch of Hell,
While the red flashing of the light From clouds that hung, like banners, o'er,
Appear'd to my half-closing eye
The pageantry of monarchy,
Came hurriedly upon me, telling
My own voice, silly child ! — was swelling
The rain came down upon my head
It was but man, I thought, who shed
The torrent of the chilly air
Gurgled within my ear the crush
Of empires—with the captive's prayer,
The hum of suitors, and the tone
Of flattery round a sovereign's throne.
My passions, from that hapless hour,
Usurp'd a tyranny which men Have deem'd, since I have reach'd to power, My innate nature—be it so:
But, father, there lived one who, then, Then—in my boyhood—when their fire
Burn'd with a still intenser glow (For passion must with youth expire)
E'en then who knew this iron heart
In woman's weakness had a part.
I have no words, alas! to tell
Some page of early lore upon,
To fantasies—with none.
Oh, she was worthy of all love!