From their pride and from their throne To be drudges till the last To be carriers of fire (The red fire of their heart) With speed that may not tire And with pain that shall not part— Who livest-that we know— In Eternity-we feel— But the shadow of whose brow What spirit shall reveal? Though the beings whom thy Nesace, Thy will is done, O God! The star hath ridden high Through many a tempest, but she rode Beneath thy burning eye; And here, in thought, to thee In thought that can alone Ascend thy empire, and so be A partner of thy throne1By winged Fantasy, My embassy is given, Till secrecy shall knowledge be In the environs of Heaven." She ceased-and buried then her burning cheek For the stars trembled at the Deity. She stirred not-breathed not-for a voice was there How solemnly prevading the calm air! A sound of silence on the startled ear Which dreamy poets name "the music of the sphere." Ours is a world of words: Quiet we call "Silence"-which is the merest word of all. All Nature speaks, and even ideal things Flap shadowy sounds from visionary wings But ah! not so when, thus, in realms on high And the red winds are withering in the sky! "What though in worlds which sightless cycles run, Linked to a little system, and one sun— Where all my love is folly, and the crowd Still think my terrors but the thunder-cloud, To bear my secrets through the upper Heaven With all thy train, athwart the moony sky n Apart-like fire-flies in Sicilian night, And wing to other worlds another light! Divulge the secrets of thy embassy To the proud orbs that twinkle-and so be To ev'ry heart a barrier and a ban Lest the stars totter in the guilt of man!" Up rose the maiden in the yellow night, The single-mooned eve! on Earth we plight Our faith to one love-and one moon adoreThe birth-place of young Beauty had no more. As sprang that yellow star from downy hours Up rose the maiden from her shrine of flowers, And bent o'er sheeny mountains and dim plain • Her way—but left not yet her Therasæan reign. PART II. HIGH on a mountain of enamelled head- Of rosy head, that towering far away Into the sunlit ether, caught the ray Of sunken suns at eve—at noon of night, While the moon danced with the fair stranger light— Of gorgeous columns on th' unburthened air, A dome, by linked light from Heaven let down, Looked out above into the purple air, And rays from God shot down that meteor chain Save when, between th' Empyrean and that ring, Some eager spirit flapped his dusky wing. |