V.

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,
And the deep trumpet-thunder's roar
Came hurriedly upon me, telling
Of human battle, where my voice,
My own voice, silly child!—was swelling
(Oh! how my spirit would rejoice,
And leap within me at the cry)

The battle-cry of Victory!

VI.

The rain came down upon my

head

Unshelter'd-and the heavy wind

Render'd me mad, and deaf, and blind.
It was but man, I thought, who shed
Laurels upon me: and the rush-

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.

VII.

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.

VIII.

I have no words, alas! to tell
The loveliness of loving well!
Nor would I now attempt to trace
The more than beauty of a face
Whose lineaments upon my mind
Are shadows on th' unstable wind:
Thus I remember having dwelt

Some page of early lore upon,
With loitering eye, till I have felt
The letters, with their meaning, melt
To fantasies-with none.

IX.

Oh, she was worthy of all love!

Love-as in infancy was mine

'Twas such as angel minds above

Might envy; her young heart the shrine On which my every hope and thought Were incense-then a goodly gift,

For they were childish and uprightPure as her young example taught: Why did I leave it, and, adrift, Trust to the fire within, for light?

We grew

X.

in age and love together,

Roaming the forest and the wild ;
My breast her shield in wintry weather;

And, when the friendly sunshine smiled,
And she would mark the opening skies,
I saw no Heaven but in her eyes.

XI.

Young Love's first lesson is the heart:

For 'mid that sunshine, and those smiles,

When, from our little cares apart,

And laughing at her girlish wiles,
I'd throw me on her throbbing breast,
And pour my spirit out in tears-

There was no need to speak the rest—
No need to quiet any fears

Of her

who ask'd no reason why,

But turn'd on me her quiet eye!

XII.

Yet more than worthy of the love
My spirit struggled with, and strove,
When, on the mountain-peak, alone,
Ambition lent it a new tone.

XIII.

I had no being but in thee:
The world, and all it did contain

In the earth, the air, the sea,

Its joy its little lot of pain That was new pleasure, the ideal,

Dim, vanities of dreams by night, And dimmer nothings which were real— (Shadows-and a more shadowy light!) Parted upon their misty wings,

And, so, confusedly, became

Thine image and -a name-a name! Two separate, yet most intimate things.

XIV.

I was ambitious-have you known

The passion, father? You have not:

A cottager, I mark'd a throne

Of half the world as all my own,

And murmur'd at such lowly lot

But, just like any other dream,
Upon the vapour of the dew,

My own had past, did not the beam

Of beauty which did while it through The minute, the hour, the day-oppress My mind with double loveliness.

We walk'd together on the crown

Of a high mountain which look'd down
Afar from its proud natural towers

Of rock and forest, on the hills

The dwindled hills! begirt with bowers And shouting with a thousand rills.

K