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Gebir

By Walter Savage Landor

First Book. I sing the fates of Gebir.He had dwelt Among those mountain-caverns which retain His labours yet, vast halls and flowing wells, Nor have forgotten their old master's name Though severed from his people here, incensed By meditating on primeval wrongs, He blew his battle-horn, at which uprose Whole nations; here, ten thousand of most might He called aloud, and soon Charoba saw His dark helm hover o'er the land of Nile, What should the virgin do? should royal knees Bend suppliant, or defenceless hands engage Men of gigantic force, gigantic arms? For 'twas reported that nor sword sufficed, Nor shield immense nor coat of massive mail, But that upon their towering heads they bore Each a huge stone, refulgent as the stars. This told she Dalica, then cried aloud: "If on your bosom laying down my head I sobbed away the sorrows of a child, If I have always, and Heaven knows I have, Next to a mother's held a nurse's name, Succour this one distress, recall those days, Love me, though 'twere because you loved me then." But whether confident in magic rites Or touched with sexual pride to stand implored, Dalica smiled, then spake:"Away those fears. Though stronger than the strongest of his kind, He falls on me devolve that charge; he falls. Rather than fly him, stoop thou to allure; Nay, journey to his tents:a city stood Upon that coast, they say, by Sidad built, Whose father Gad built Gadir; on this ground Perhaps he sees an ample room for war. Persuade him to restore the walls himself In honour of his ancestors, persuade - But wherefore this advice? young, unespoused, Charoba want persuasions! and a queen!" "O Dalica!" the shuddering maid exclaimed, "Could I encounter that fierce, frightful man? Could I speak? no, nor sigh!" "And canst thou reign?" Cried Dalica; "yield empire or comply." Unfixed though seeming fixed, her eyes downcast, The wonted buzz and bustle of the court From far through sculptured galleries met her ear; Then lifting up her head, the evening sun Poured a fresh splendour on her burnished throne The fair Charoba, the young queen, complied. But Gebir when he heard of her approach Laid by his orbed shield, his vizor-helm, His buckler and his corset he laid by, And bade that none attend him; at his side Two faithful dogs that urge the silent course, Shaggy, deep-chested, crouched; the crocodile, Crying, oft made them raise their flaccid ears And push their heads within their master's hand. There was a brightening paleness in his face, Such as Diana rising o'er the rocks Showered on the lonely Latmian; on his brow Sorrow there was, yet nought was there severe. But when the royal damsel first he saw, Faint, hanging on her handmaids, and her knees Tottering, as from the motion of the car, His eyes looked earnest on her, and those eyes Showed, if they had not, that they might have loved, For there was pity in them at that hour. With gentle speech, and more with gentle looks He soothed her; but lest Pity go beyond, And crossed Ambition lose her lofty aim, Bending, he kissed her garment and retired. He went, nor slumbered in the sultry noon When viands, couches, generous wines persuade And slumber most refreshes, nor at night, When heavy dews are laden with disease, And blindness waits not there for lingering age. Ere morning dawned behind him, he arrived At those rich meadows where young Tamar fed The royal flocks entrusted to his care. "Now," said he to himself, "will I repose At least this burthen on a brother's breast." His brother stood before him.He, amazed, Reared suddenly his head, and thus began: "Is it thou, brother!Tamar, is it thou! Why, standing on the valley's utmost verge, Lookest thou on that dull and dreary shore Where many a league Nile blackens all the sand. And why that sadness? when I passed our sheep The dew-drops were not shaken off the bar; Therefore if one be wanting 'tis untold." "Yes, one is wanting, nor is that untold." Said Tamar; "and this dull and dreary shore Is neither dull nor dreary at all hours." Whereon the tear stole silent down his cheek, Silent, but not by Gebir unobserved: Wondering he gazed awhile, and pitying spake: "Let me approach thee; does the morning light Scatter this wan suffusion o'er thy brow, This faint blue lustre under both thine eyes?" "O brother, is this pity or reproach?" Cried Tamar; "cruel if it be reproach, If pity, oh, how vain!" "Whate'er it be That grieves thee, I will pity:thou but speak And I can tell thee, Tamar, pang for pang." "Gebir! then more than brothers are we now! Everything, take my hand, will I confess. I neither feed the flock nor watch the fold; How can I, lost in love?But, Gebir, why That anger which has risen to your cheek? Can other men? could you? what, no reply! And still more anger, and still worse concealed! Are these your promises, your pity this?" "Tamar, I well may pity what I feel Mark me aright I feel for thee proceed Relate me all." "Then will I all relate," Said the young shepherd, gladdened from his heart. "'Twas evening, though not sunset, and springtide Level with these green meadows, seemed still higher. 'Twas pleasant; and I loosened from my neck The pipe you gave me, and began to play. Oh, that I ne'er had learnt the tuneful art! It always brings us enemies or love! Well, I was playing, when above the waves Some swimmer's head methought I saw ascend; I, sitting still, surveyed it, with my pipe Awkwardly held before my lips half-closed. Gebir! it was a nymph! a nymph divine! I cannot wait describing how she came, How I was sitting, how she first assumed The sailor; of what happened there remains Enough to say, and too much to forget. The sweet deceiver stepped upon this bank Before I was aware; for with surprise Moments fly rapid as with love itself. Stooping to tune afresh the hoarsened reed, I heard a rustling, and where that arose My glance first lighted on her nimble feet. Her feet resembled those long shells explored By him who to befriend his steed's dim sight Would blow the pungent powder in the eye. Her eyes too!O immortal gods! her eyes Resembled what could they resemble? what Ever resemble those!E'en her attire Was not of wonted woof nor vulgar art: Her mantle showed the yellow samphire-pod, Her girdle the dove-coloured wave serene. 'Shepherd,' said she, 'and will you wrestle now And with the sailor's hardier race engage?' I was rejoiced to hear it, and contrived How to keep up contention; could I fail By pressing not too strongly, yet to press? 'Whether a shepherd, as indeed you seem, Or whether of the hardier race you boast, I am not daunted, no; I will engage. But first,' said she, 'what wager will you lay?' 'A sheep,' I answered; 'add whate'er you will.' 'I cannot,' she replied, 'make that return: Our hided vessels in their pitchy round Seldom, unless from rapine, hold a sheep. But I have sinuous shells of pearly hue Within, and they that lustre have imbibed In the sun's palace porch, where when unyoked His chariot-wheel stands midway in the wave: Shake one and it awakens, then apply Its polished lips to your attentive ear, And it remembers its august abodes, And murmurs as the ocean murmurs there. And I have others given me by the nymphs, Of sweeter sound than any pipe you have. But we, by Neptune, for no pipe contend - This time a sheep I win, a pipe the next.' Now came she forward eager to engage, But first her dress, her bosom then surveyed, And heaved it, doubting if she could deceive. Her bosom seemed, enclosed in haze like heaven, To baffle touch, and rose forth undefined: Above her knees she drew the robe succinct, Above her breast, and just below her arms. 'This will preserve my breath when tightly bound, If struggle and equal strength should so constrain.' Thus, pulling hard to fasten it, she spake, And, rushing at me, closed:I thrilled throughout And seemed to lessen and shrink up with cold. Again with violent impulse gushed my blood, And hearing nought external, thus absorbed, I heard it, rushing through each turbid vein, Shake my unsteady swimming sight in air. Yet with unyielding though uncertain arms I clung around her neck; the vest beneath Rustled against our slippery limbs entwined: Often mine springing with eluded force Started aside, and trembled till replaced: And when I most succeeded, as I thought, My bosom and my throat felt so compressed That life was almost quivering on my lips, Yet nothing was there painful! these are signs Of secret arts and not of human might What arts I cannot tell I only know My eyes grew dizzy, and my strength decayed. I was indeed o'ercome! with what regret, And more, with what confusion, when I reached The fold, and yielding up the sheep, she cried: 'This pays a shepherd to a conquering maid.' She smiled, and more of pleasure than disdain Was in her dimpled chin and liberal lip, And eyes that languished, lengthening, just like love. She went away; I on the wicker gate Leant, and could follow with my eyes alone. The sheep she carried easy as a cloak; But when I heard its bleating, as I did, And saw, she hastening on, its hinder feet Struggle and from her snowy shoulder slip - One shoulder its poor efforts had unveiled - Then all my passions mingling fell in tears; Restless then ran I to the highest ground To watch her she was gone gone down the tide - And the long moonbeam on the hard wet sand Lay like a jasper column half-upreared." "But, Tamar! tell me, will she not return? "She will return, yet not before the moon Again is at the full; she promised this, Though when she promised I could not reply." "By all the gods I pity thee! go on - Fear not my anger, look not on my shame; For when a lover only hears of love He finds his folly out, and is ashamed. Away with watchful nights and lonely days, Contempt of earth and aspect up to heaven, Within contemplation, with humility, A tattered cloak that pride wears when deformed, Away with all that hides me from myself, Parts me from others, whispers I am wise From our own wisdom less is to be reaped Than from the barest folly of our friend. Tamar! thy pastures, large and rich, afford Flowers to thy bees and herbage to thy sheep, But, battened on too much, the poorest croft Of thy poor neighbour yields what thine denies." They hastened to the camp, and Gebir there Resolved his native country to forego, And ordered, from those ruins to the right They forthwith raise a city:Tamar heard With wonder, though in passing 'twas half-told, His brother's love, and sighed upon his own. Second Book. The Gadite men the royal charge obey. Now fragments weighed up from th' uneven streets Leave the ground black beneath; again the sun Shines into what were porches, and on steps Once warm with frequentation clients, friends, All morning, satchelled idlers all mid-day, Lying half-up and languid though at games. Some raise the painted pavement, some on wheels Draw slow its laminous length, some intersperse Salt waters through the sordid heaps, and seize The flowers and figures starting fresh to view. Others rub hard large masses, and essay To polish into white what they misdeem The growing green of many trackless years. Far off at intervals the axe resounds With regular strong stroke, and nearer home Dull falls the mallet with long labour fringed. Here arches are discovered, there huge beams Resist the hatchet, but in fresher air Soon drop away:there spreads a marble squared And smoothened; some high pillar for its base Chose it, which now lies ruined in the dust. Clearing the soil at bottom, they espy A crevice:they, intent on treasure, strive Strenuous, and groan, to move it:one exclaims, "I hear the rusty metal grate; it moves!" Now, overturning it, backward they start, And stop again, and see a serpent pant, See his throat thicken, and the crisped scales Rise ruffled, while upon the middle fold He keeps his wary head and blinking eye, Curling more close and crouching ere he strike. Go mighty men, invade far cities, go - And be such treasure portions to your heirs. Six days they laboured:on the seventh day Returning, all their labours were destroyed. 'Twas not by mortal hand, or from their tents 'Twere visible; for these were now removed Above, here neither noxious mist ascends Nor the way wearies ere the work begin. There Gebir, pierced with sorrow, spake these words: "Ye men of Gades, armed with brazen shields, And ye of near Tartessus, where the shore Stoops to receive the tribute which all owe To Boetis and his banks for their attire, Ye too whom Durius bore on level meads, Inherent in your hearts is bravery: For earth contains no nation where abounds The generous horse and not the warlike man. But neither soldier now nor steed avails: Nor steed nor soldier can oppose the gods: Nor is there ought above like Jove himself; Nor weighs against his purpose, when once fixed, Aught but, with supplicating knee, the prayers. Swifter than light are they, and every face, Though different, glows with beauty; at the throne Of mercy, when clouds shut it from mankind, They fall bare-bosomed, and indignant Jove Drops at the soothing sweetness of their voice The thunder from his hand; let us arise On these high places daily, beat our breast, Prostrate ourselves and deprecate his wrath." The people bowed their bodies and obeyed: Nine mornings with white ashes on their heads, Lamented they their toil each night o'erthrown. And now the largest orbit of the year, Leaning o'er black Mocattam's rubied brow, Proceeded slow, majestic, and serene, Now seemed not further than the nearest cliff, And crimson light struck soft the phosphor wave. Then Gebir spake to Tamar in these words: "Tamar!I am thy elder and thy king, But am thy brother too, nor ever said, 'Give me thy secret and become my slave:' But haste thee not away; I will myself Await the nymph, disguised in thy attire." Then starting from attention Tamar cried: "Brother! in sacred truth it cannot be! My life is yours, my love must be my own: Oh, surely he who seeks a second love Never felt one, or 'tis not one I feel." But Gebir with complacent smile replied: "Go then, fond Tamar, go in happy hour But ere thou partest ponder in thy breast And well bethink thee, lest thou part deceived, Will she disclose to thee the mysteries Of our calamity? and unconstrained? When even her love thy strength had to disclose. My heart indeed is full, but witness heaven! My people, not my passion, fills my heart." "Then let me kiss thy garment," said the youth, "And heaven be with thee, and on me thy grace." Him then the monarch thus once more addressed: "Be of good courage:hast thou yet forgot What chaplets languished round thy unburnt hair, In colour like some tall smooth beech's leaves Curled by autumnal suns?" How flattery Excites a pleasant, soothes a painful shame! "These," amid stifled blushes Tamar said, "Were of the flowering raspberry and vine: But, ah! the seasons will not wait for love; Seek out some other now." They parted here: And Gebir bending through the woodlands culled The creeping vine and viscous raspberry, Less green and less compliant than they were; And twisted in those mossy tufts that grow On brakes of roses when the roses fade: And as he passes on, the little hinds That shake for bristly herds the foodful bough, Wonder, stand still, gaze, and trip satisfied; Pleased more if chestnut, out of prickly husk Shot from the sandal, roll along the glade. And thus unnoticed went he, and untired Stepped up the acclivity; and as he stepped, And as the garlands nodded o'er his brow, Sudden from under a close alder sprang Th' expectant nymph, and seized him unaware. He staggered at the shock; his feet at once Slipped backward from the withered grass short-grazed; But striking out one arm, though without aim, Then grasping with his other, he enclosed The struggler; she gained not one step's retreat, Urging with open hands against his throat Intense, now holding in her breath constrained, Now pushing with quick impulse and by starts, Till the dust blackened upon every pore. Nearer he drew her and yet nearer, clasped Above the knees midway, and now one arm Fell, and her other lapsing o'er the neck Of Gebir swung against his back incurved, The swoll'n veins glowing deep, and with a groan On his broad shoulder fell her face reclined. But ah, she knew not whom that roseate face Cooled with its breath ambrosial; for she stood High on the bank, and often swept and broke His chaplets mingled with her loosened hair. Whether while Tamar tarried came desire, And she grown languid loosed the wings of love, Which she before held proudly at her will, And nought but Tamar in her soul, and nought Where Tamar was that seemed or feared deceit, To fraud she yielded what no force had gained - Or whether Jove in pity to mankind, When from his crystal fount the visual orbs He filled with piercing ether and endued With somewhat of omnipotence, ordained That never two fair forms at once torment The human heart and draw it different ways, And thus in prowess like a god the chief Subdued her strength nor softened at her charms The nymph divine, the magic mistress, failed. Recovering, still half resting on the turf, She looked up wildly, and could now descry The kingly brow, arched lofty for command. "Traitor!" said she, undaunted, though amaze Threw o'er her varying cheek the air of fear, "Thinkest thou thus that with impunity Thou hast forsooth deceived me? dar'st thou deem Those eyes not hateful that have seen me fall? O heaven! soon may they close on my disgrace. Merciless man, what! for one sheep estranged Hast thou thrown into dungeons and of day Amerced thy shepherd? hast thou, while the iron Pierced through his tender limbs into his soul, By threats, by tortures, torn out that offence, And heard him (oh, could I!) avow his love? Say, hast thou? cruel, hateful! ah my fears! I feel them true! speak, tell me, are they true?" She blending thus entreaty with reproach Bent forward, as though falling on her knee Whence she had hardly risen, and at this pause Shed from her large dark eyes a shower of tears. Th' Iberian king her sorrow thus consoled. "Weep no more, heavenly damsel, weep no more: Neither by force withheld, or choice estranged Thy Tamar lives, and only lives for thee. Happy, thrice happy, you! 'tis me alone Whom heaven and earth and ocean with one hate Conspire on, and throughout each path pursue. Whether in waves beneath or skies above Thou hast thy habitation, 'tis from heaven, From heaven alone, such power, such charms, descend. Then oh! discover whence that ruin comes Each night upon our city, whence are heard Those yells of rapture round our fallen walls: In our affliction can the gods delight, Or meet oblation for the nymphs are tears?" He spake, and indignation sank in woe. Which she perceiving, pride refreshed her heart, Hope wreathed her mouth with smiles, and she exclaimed: "Neither the gods afflict you, nor the nymphs. Return me him who won my heart, return Him whom my bosom pants for, as the steeds In the sun's chariot for the western wave, The gods will prosper thee, and Tamar prove How nymphs the torments that they cause assuage. Promise me this! indeed I think thou hast, But 'tis so pleasing, promise it once more." "Once more I promise," cried the gladdened king, "By my right hand and by myself I swear, And ocean's gods and heaven's gods I adjure, Thou shalt be Tamar's, Tamar shalt be thine." Then she, regarding him long fixed, replied: "I have thy promise, take thou my advice. Gebir, this land of Egypt is a land Of incantation, demons rule these waves; These are against thee, these thy works destroy. Where thou hast built thy palace, and hast left The seven pillars to remain in front, Sacrifice there, and all these rites observe. Go, but go early, ere the gladsome Hours, Strew saffron in the path of rising Morn, Ere the bee buzzing o'er flowers fresh disclosed Examine where he may the best alight Nor scatter off the bloom, ere cold-lipped herds Crop the pale herbage round each other's bed, Lead seven bulls, well pastured and well formed, Their neck unblemished and their horns unringed, And at each pillar sacrifice thou one. Around each base rub thrice the black'ning blood, And burn the curling shavings of the hoof; And of the forehead locks thou also burn: The yellow galls, with equal care preserved, Pour at the seventh statue from the north." He listened, and on her his eyes intent Perceived her not, and she had disappeared - So deep he pondered her important words. And now had morn arisen and he performed Almost the whole enjoined him:he had reached The seventh statue, poured the yellow galls, The forelock from his left he had released And burnt the curling shavings of the hoof Moistened with myrrh; when suddenly a flame Spired from the fragrant smoke, nor sooner spired Down sank the brazen fabric at his feet. He started back, gazed, nor could aught but gaze, And cold dread stiffened up his hair flower-twined; Then with a long and tacit step, one arm Behind, and every finger wide outspread, He looked and tottered on a black abyss. He thought he sometimes heard a distant voice Breathe through the cavern's mouth, and further on Faint murmurs now, now hollow groans reply. Therefore suspended he his crook above, Dropped it, and heard it rolling step by step: He entered, and a mingled sound arose Like one (when shaken from some temple's roof By zealous hand, they and their fretted nest) Of birds that wintering watch in Memnon's tomb, And tell the halcyons when spring first returns. Third Book. On, for the spirit of that matchless man Whom Nature led throughout her whole domain, While he embodied breathed etherial air! Though panting in the play-hour of my youth I drank of Avon too, a dangerous draught, That roused within the feverish thirst of song, Yet never may I trespass o'er the stream Of jealous Acheron, nor alive descend The silent and unsearchable abodes Of Erebus and Night, nor unchastised Lead up long-absent heroes into day. When on the pausing theatre of earth Eve's shadowy curtain falls, can any man Bring back the far-off intercepted hills, Grasp the round rock-built turret, or arrest The glittering spires that pierce the brow of Heaven? Rather can any with outstripping voice The parting sun's gigantic strides recall? Twice sounded GEBIR! twice th' Iberian king Thought it the strong vibration of the brain That struck upon his ear; but now descried A form, a man, come nearer:as he came His unshorn hair grown soft in these abodes Waved back, and scattered thin and hoary light. Living, men called him Aroar, but no more In celebration or recording verse His name is heard, no more by Arnon's side The well-walled city which he reared remains. Gebir was now undaunted for the brave When they no longer doubt no longer fear And would have spoken, but the shade began, "Brave son of Hesperus! no mortal hand Has led thee hither, nor without the gods Penetrate thy firm feet the vast profound. Thou knowest not that here thy fathers lie, The race of Sidad; theirs was loud acclaim When living, but their pleasure was in war; Triumphs and hatred followed:I myself Bore, men imagined, no inglorious part: The gods thought otherwise, by whose decree Deprived of life, and more, of death deprived, I still hear shrieking through the moonless night Their discontented and deserted shades. Observe these horrid walls, this rueful waste! Here some refresh the vigour of the mind With contemplation and cold penitence: Nor wonder while thou hearest that the soul Thus purified hereafter may ascend Surmounting all obstruction, nor ascribe The sentence to indulgence; each extreme Has tortures for ambition; to dissolve In everlasting languor, to resist Its impulse, but in vain:to be enclosed Within a limit, and that limit fire; Severed from happiness, from eminence, And flying, but hell bars us, from ourselves. Yet rather all these torments most endure Than solitary pain and sad remorse And towering thoughts on their own breast o'er-turned And piercing to the heart:such penitence, Such contemplation theirs! thy ancestors Bear up against them, nor will they submit To conquering Time the asperities of Fate; Yet could they but revisit earth once more, How gladly would they poverty embrace, How labour, even for their deadliest foe! It little now avails them to have raised Beyond the Syrian regions, and beyond Phoenicia, trophies, tributes, colonies: Follow thou me mark what it all avails." Him Gebir followed, and a roar confused Rose from a river rolling in its bed, Not rapid, that would rouse the wretched souls, Nor calmly, that might lull then to repose; But with dull weary lapses it upheaved Billows of bale, heard low, yet heard afar. For when hell's iron portals let out night, Often men start and shiver at the sound, And lie so silent on the restless couch They hear their own hearts beat.Now Gebir breathed Another air, another sky beheld. Twilight broods here, lulled by no nightingale Nor wakened by the shrill lark dewy-winged, But glowing with one sullen sunless heat. Beneath his foot nor sprouted flower nor herb Nor chirped a grasshopper.Above his head Phlegethon formed a fiery firmament: Part were sulphurous clouds involving, part Shining like solid ribs of molten brass; For the fierce element which else aspires Higher and higher and lessens to the sky, Below, earth's adamantine arch rebuffed. Gebir, though now such languor held his limbs, Scarce aught admired he, yet he this admired; And thus addressed him then the conscious guide. "Beyond that river lie the happy fields; From them fly gentle breezes, which when drawn Against yon crescent convex, but unite Stronger with what they could not overcome. Thus they that scatter freshness through the groves And meadows of the fortunate, and fill With liquid light the marble bowl of earth, And give her blooming health and spritely force, Their fire no more diluted, nor its darts Blunted by passing through thick myrtle bowers, Neither from odours rising half dissolved, Point forward Phlegethon's eternal flame; And this horizon is the spacious bow Whence each ray reaches to the world above." The hero pausing, Gebir then besought What region held his ancestors, what clouds, What waters, or what gods, from his embrace. Aroar then sudden, as though roused, renewed. "Come thou, if ardour urges thee and force Suffices mark me, Gebir, I unfold No fable to allure thee on! behold Thy ancestors!" and lo! with horrid gasp The panting flame above his head recoiled, And thunder through his heart and life blood throbbed. Such sound could human organs once conceive, Cold, speechless, palsied, not the soothing voice Of friendship or almost of Deity Could raise the wretched mortal from the dust; Beyond man's home condition they! with eyes Intent, and voice desponding, and unheard By Aroar, though he tarried at his side. "They know me not," cried Gebir, "O my sires, Ye know me not! they answer not, nor hear. How distant are they still! what sad extent Of desolation must we overcome! Aroar, what wretch that nearest us? what wretch Is that with eyebrows white, and slanting brow? Listen! him yonder who bound down supine, Shrinks yelling from that sword there engine-hung; He too among my ancestors?" "O King! Iberia bore him, but the breed accursed Inclement winds blew blighting from north-east." "He was a warrior then, nor feared the gods?" "Gebir, he feared the Demons, not the Gods; Though them indeed his daily face adored, And was no warrior, yet the thousand lives Squandered as stones to exercise a sling! And the tame cruelty and cold caprice - Oh, madness of mankind! addressed, adored! O Gebir! what are men, or where are gods! Behold the giant next him, how his feet Plunge floundering mid the marshes yellow-flowered, His restless head just reaching to the rocks, His bosom tossing with black weeds besmeared, How writhes he twixt the continent and isle! What tyrant with more insolence e'er claimed Dominion? when from the heart of Usury Rose more intense the pale-flamed thirst for gold? And called forsooth DELIVERER!False or fools Who praised the dull-eared miscreant, or who hoped To soothe your folly and disgrace with praise! Hearest thou not the harp's gay simpering air And merriment afar? then come, advance; And now behold him! mark the wretch accursed Who sold his people to a rival king Self-yoked they stood two ages unredeemed." "Oh, horror! what pale visage rises there? Speak, Aroar! me perhaps mine eyes deceive, Inured not, yet methinks they there descry Such crimson haze as sometimes drowns the moon. What is yon awful sight? why thus appears That space between the purple and the crown?" "I will relate their stories when we reach Our confines," said the guide; "for thou, O king, Differing in both from all thy countrymen, Seest not their stories and hast seen their fates. But while we tarry, lo again the flame Riseth, and murmuring hoarse, points straighter, haste! 'Tis urgent, we must hence." "Then, oh, adieu!" Cried Gebir, and groaned loud, at last a tear Burst from his eyes turned back, and he exclaimed, "Am I deluded?O ye powers of hell, Suffer me Oh, my fathers! am I torn " He spake, and would have spoken more, but flames Enwrapped him round and round intense; he turned, And stood held breathless in a ghost's embrace. "Gebir, my son, desert me not!I heard Thy calling voice, nor fate withheld me more: One moment yet remains; enough to know Soon will my torments, soon will thine, expire. Oh, that I e'er exacted such a vow! When dipping in the victim's blood thy hand, First thou withdrew'st it, looking in my face Wondering; but when the priest my will explained, Then swearest thou, repeating what he said, How against Egypt thou wouldst raise that hand And bruise the seed first risen from our line. Therefore in death what pangs have I endured! Racked on the fiery centre of the sun, Twelve years I saw the ruined world roll round. Shudder not I have borne it I deserved My wretched fate be better thine farewell." "Oh, stay, my father! stay one moment more. Let me return thee that embrace 'tis past Aroar! how could I quit it unreturned! And now the gulf divides us, and the waves Of sulphur bellow through the blue abyss. And is he gone for ever! and I come In vain?"Then sternly said the guide, "In vain! Sayst thou? what wouldst thou more? alas, O prince, None come for pastime here! but is it nought To turn thy feet from evil? is it nought Of pleasure to that shade if they are turned? For this thou camest hither:he who dares To penetrate this darkness, nor regards The dangers of the way, shall reascend In glory, nor the gates of hell retard His steps, nor demon's nor man's art prevail. Once in each hundred years, and only once, Whether by some rotation of the world, Or whether willed so by some power above, This flaming arch starts back, each realm descries Its opposite, and Bliss from her repose Freshens and feels her own security." "Security!" cried out the Gadite king, "And feel they not compassion?" "Child of Earth," Calmly said Aroar at his guest's surprise, "Some so disfigured by habitual crimes, Others are so exalted, so refined, So permeated by heaven, no trace remains Graven on earth:here Justice is supreme; Compassion can be but where passions are. Here are discovered those who tortured Law To silence or to speech, as pleased themselves: Here also those who boasted of their zeal And loved their country for the spoils it gave. Hundreds, whose glitt'ring merchandise the lyre Dazzled vain wretches drunk with flattery, And wafted them in softest airs to Heav'n, Doomed to be still deceived, here still attune The wonted strings and fondly woo applause: Their wish half granted, they retain their own, But madden at the mockery of the shades. Upon the river's other side there grow Deep olive groves; there other ghosts abide, Blest indeed they, but not supremely blest. We cannot see beyond, we cannot see Aught but our opposite, and here are fates How opposite to ours! here some observed Religious rites, some hospitality: Strangers, who from the good old men retired, Closed the gate gently, lest from generous use Shutting and opening of its own accord, It shake unsettled slumbers off their couch: Some stopped revenge athirst for slaughter, some Sowed the slow olive for a race unborn. These had no wishes, therefore none are crowned; But theirs are tufted banks, theirs umbrage, theirs Enough of sunshine to enjoy the shade, And breeze enough to lull them to repose." Then Gebir cried:"Illustrious host, proceed. Bring me among the wonders of a realm Admired by all, but like a tale admired. We take our children from their cradled sleep, And on their fancy from our own impress Etherial forms and adulating fates: But ere departing for such scenes ourselves We seize their hands, we hang upon their neck, Our beds cling heavy round us with our tears, Agony strives with agony just gods! Wherefore should wretched mortals thus believe, Or wherefore should they hesitate to die?" Thus while he questioned, all his strength dissolved Within him, thunder shook his troubled brain, He started, and the cavern's mouth surveyed Near, and beyond his people; he arose, And bent toward them his bewildered way. Fourth Book. The king's lone road, his visit, his return, Were not unknown to Dalica, nor long The wondrous tale from royal ears delayed. When the young queen had heard who taught the rites Her mind was shaken, and what first she asked Was, whether the sea-maids were very fair, And was it true that even gods were moved By female charms beneath the waves profound, And joined to them in marriage, and had sons Who knows but Gebir sprang then from the gods! He that could pity, he that could obey, Flattered both female youth and princely pride, The same ascending from amid the shades Showed Power in frightful attitude:the queen Marks the surpassing prodigy, and strives To shake off terror in her crowded court, And wonders why she trembles, nor suspects How Fear and Love assume each other's form, By birth and secret compact how allied. Vainly (to conscious virgins I appeal), Vainly with crouching tigers, prowling wolves, Rocks, precipices, waves, storms, thunderbolts, All his immense inheritance, would Fear The simplest heart, should Love refuse, assail: Consent the maiden's pillowed ear imbibes Constancy, honour, truth, fidelity, Beauty and ardent lips and longing arms; Then fades in glimmering distance half the scene, Then her heart quails and flutters and would fly 'Tis her beloved! not to her! ye Powers! What doubting maid exacts the vow? behold Above the myrtles his protesting hand! Such ebbs of doubt and swells of jealousy Toss the fond bosom in its hour of sleep And float around the eyelids and sink through. Lo! mirror of delight in cloudless days, Lo! thy reflection:'twas when I exclaimed, With kisses hurried as if each foresaw Their end, and reckoned on our broken bonds, And could at such a price such loss endure: "Oh, what to faithful lovers met at morn, What half so pleasant as imparted fears!" Looking recumbent how love's column rose Marmoreal, trophied round with golden hair, How in the valley of one lip unseen He slumbered, one his unstrung low impressed. Sweet wilderness of soul-entangling charms! Led back by memory, and each blissful maze Retracing, me with magic power detain Those dimpled cheeks, those temples violet-tinged, Those lips of nectar and those eyes of heaven! Charoba, though indeed she never drank The liquid pearl, or twined the nodding crown, Or when she wanted cool and calm repose Dreamed of the crawling asp and grated tomb, Was wretched up to royalty:the jibe Struck her, most piercing where love pierced before, From those whose freedom centres in their tongue, Handmaidens, pages, courtiers, priests, buffoons. Congratulations here, there prophecies, Here children, not repining at neglect While tumult sweeps them ample room for play, Everywhere questions answered ere begun, Everywhere crowds, for everywhere alarm. Thus winter gone, nor spring (though near) arrived, Urged slanting onward by the bickering breeze That issues from beneath Aurora's car, Shudder the sombrous waves; at every beam More vivid, more by every breath impelled, Higher and higher up the fretted rocks Their turbulent refulgence they display. Madness, which like the spiral element The more it seizes on the fiercer burns, Hurried them blindly forward, and involved In flame the senses and in gloom the soul. Determined to protect the country's gods And asking their protection, they adjure Each other to stand forward, and insist With zeal, and trample under foot the slow; And disregardful of the Sympathies Divine, those Sympathies whose delicate hand Touching the very eyeball of the heart, Awakens it, not wounds it nor inflames, Blind wretches! they with desperate embrace Hang on the pillar till the temple fall. Oft the grave judge alarms religious wealth And rouses anger under gentle words. Woe to the wiser few who dare to cry "People! these men are not your enemies, Inquire their errand, and resist when wronged." Together childhood, priesthood, womanhood, The scribes and elders of the land, exclaim, "Seek they not hidden treasure in the tombs? Raising the ruins, levelling the dust, Who can declare whose ashes they disturb! Build they not fairer cities than our own, Extravagant enormous apertures For light, and portals larger, open courts Where all ascending all are unconfined, And wider streets in purer air than ours? Temples quite plain with equal architraves They build, nor bearing gods like ours embossed. Oh, profanation!Oh, our ancestors!" Though all the vulgar hate a foreign face, It more offends weak eyes and homely age, Dalica most, who thus her aim pursued. "My promise, O Charoba, I perform. Proclaim to gods and men a festival Throughout the land, and bid the strangers eat; Their anger thus we haply may disarm." "O Dalica," the grateful queen replied, "Nurse of my childhood, soother of my cares, Preventer of my wishes, of my thoughts, Oh, pardon youth, oh, pardon royalty! If hastily to Dalica I sued, Fear might impel me, never could distrust. Go then, for wisdom guides thee, take my name, Issue what most imports and best beseems, And sovereignty shall sanction the decree." And now Charoba was alone, her heart Grew lighter; she sat down, and she arose, She felt voluptuous tenderness, but felt That tenderness for Dalica; she praised Her kind attention, warm solicitude, Her wisdom for what wisdom pleased like hers! She was delighted; should she not behold Gebir? she blushed; but she had words to speak, She formed them and re-formed them, with regret That there was somewhat lost with every change; She could replace them what would that avail? Moved from their order they have lost their charm. While thus she strewed her way with softest words, Others grew up before her, but appeared A plenteous rather than perplexing choice: She rubbed her palms with pleasure, heaved a sigh, Grew calm again, and thus her thoughts revolved "But he descended to the tombs! the thought Thrills me, I must avow it, with affright. And wherefore? shows he not the more beloved Of heaven? or how ascends he back to day? Then has he wronged me? could he want a cause Who has an army and was bred to reign? And yet no reasons against rights he urged, He threatened not, proclaimed not; I approached, He hastened on; I spake, he listened; wept, He pitied me; he loved me, he obeyed; He was a conqueror, still am I a queen." She thus indulged fond fancies, when the sound Of timbrels and of cymbals struck her ear, And horns and howlings of wild jubilee. She feared, and listened to confirm her fears; One breath sufficed, and shook her refluent soul. Smiting, with simulated smile constrained, Her beauteous bosom, "Oh, perfidious man! Oh, cruel foe!" she twice and thrice exclaimed, "Oh, my companions equal-aged! my throne, My people!Oh, how wretched to presage This day, how tenfold wretched to endure!" She ceased, and instantly the palace rang With gratulation roaring into rage 'Twas her own people."Health to Gebir! health To our compatriot subjects! to our queen! Health and unfaded youth ten thousand years!" Then went the victims forward crowned with flowers, Crowned were tame crocodiles, and boys white-robed Guided their creaking crests across the stream. In gilded barges went the female train, And hearing others ripple near, undrew The veil of sea-green awning:if they found Whom they desired, how pleasant was the breeze! If not, the frightful water forced a sigh. Sweet airs of music ruled the rowing palms, Now rose they glistening and aslant reclined, Now they descended, and with one consent Plunging, seemed swift each other to pursue, And now to tremble wearied o'er the wave. Beyond and in the suburbs might be seen Crowds of all ages:here in triumph passed Not without pomp, though raised with rude device, The monarch and Charoba; there a throng Shone out in sunny whiteness o'er the reeds. Nor could luxuriant youth, or lapsing age Propped by the corner of the nearest street, With aching eyes and tottering knees intent, Loose leathery neck and worm-like lip outstretched, Fix long the ken upon one form, so swift Through the gay vestures fluttering on the bank, And through the bright-eyed waters dancing round, Wove they their wanton wiles and disappeared. Meantime, with pomp august and solemn, borne On four white camels tinkling plates of gold, Heralds before and Ethiop slaves behind, Each with the signs of office in his hand, Each on his brow the sacred stamp of years, The four ambassadors of peace proceed. Rich carpets bear they, corn and generous wine, The Syrian olive's cheerful gift they bear, With stubborn goats that eye the mountain tops Askance and riot with reluctant horn, And steeds and stately camels in their train. The king, who sat before his tent, descried The dust rise reddened from the setting sun. Through all the plains below the Gadite men Were resting from their labour; some surveyed The spacious site ere yet obstructed walls Already, soon will roofs have interposed; Some ate their frugal viands on the steps Contented; some, remembering home, prefer The cot's bare rafters o'er the gilded dome, And sing, for often sighs, too, end in song: "In smiling meads how sweet the brook's repose, To the rough ocean and red restless sands! Where are the woodland voices that increased Along the unseen path on festal days, When lay the dry and outcast arbutus On the fane step, and the first privet-flowers Threw their white light upon the vernal shrine?" Some heedless trip along with hasty step Whistling, and fix too soon on their abodes: Haply and one among them with his spear Measures the lintel, if so great its height As will receive him with his helm unlowered. But silence went throughout, e'en thoughts were hushed, When to full view of navy and of camp Now first expanded the bare-headed train. Majestic, unpresuming, unappalled, Onward they marched, and neither to the right Nor to the left, though there the city stood, Turned they their sober eyes; and now they reached Within a few steep paces of ascent The lone pavilion of the Iberian king. He saw them, he awaited them, he rose, He hailed them, "Peace be with you:" they replied, "King ofthe western world, be with you peace." Fifth Book. Once a fair city, courted then by king, Mistress of nations, thronged by palaces, Raising her head o'er destiny, her face Glowing with pleasure and with palms refreshed, Now pointed at by Wisdom or by Wealth, Bereft of beauty, bare of ornaments, Stood in the wilderness of woe, Masar. Ere far advancing, all appeared a plain; Treacherous and fearful mountains, far advanced. Her glory so gone down, at human step The fierce hyena frighted from the walls Bristled his rising back, his teeth unsheathed, Drew the long growl and with slow foot retired. Yet were remaining some of ancient race, And ancient arts were now their sole delight: With Time's first sickle they had marked the hour When at their incantation would the Moon Start back, and shuddering shed blue blasted light. The rifted rays they gathered, and immersed In potent portion of that wondrous wave, Which, hearing rescued Israel, stood erect, And led her armies through his crystal gates. Hither (none shared her way, her counsel none) Hied the Masarian Dalica:'twas night, And the still breeze fell languid on the waste. She, tired with journey long and ardent thoughts Stopped; and before the city she descried A female form emerge above the sands. Intent she fixed her eyes, and on herself Relying, with fresh vigour bent her way; Nor disappeared the woman, but exclaimed, One hand retaining tight her folded vest, "Stranger, who loathest life, there lies Masar. Begone, nor tarry longer, or ere morn The cormorant in his solitary haunt Of insulated rock or sounding cove Stands on thy bleached bones and screams for prey. My lips can scatter them a hundred leagues, So shrivelled in one breath as all the sands We tread on could not in as many years. Wretched who die nor raise their sepulchre! Therefore begone." But Dalica unawed (Though in her withered but still firm right-hand Held up with imprecations hoarse and deep Glimmered her brazen sickle, and enclosed Within its figured curve the fading moon) Spake thus aloud."By yon bright orb of Heaven, In that most sacred moment when her beam Guided first thither by the forked shaft, Strikes through the crevice of Arishtah's tower " "Sayst thou?" astonished cried the sorceress, "Woman of outer darkness, fiend of death, From what inhuman cave, what dire abyss, Hast thou invisible that spell o'erheard? What potent hand hath touched thy quickened corse, What song dissolved thy cerements, who unclosed Those faded eyes and filled them from the stars? But if with inextinguished light of life Thou breathest, soul and body unamerced, Then whence that invocation? who hath dared Those hallowed words, divulging, to profane?" Dalica cried, "To heaven, not earth, addressed, Prayers for protection cannot be profane." Here the pale sorceress turned her face aside Wildly, and muttered to herself amazed; "I dread her who, alone at such an hour, Can speak so strangely, who can thus combine The words of reason with our gifted rites, Yet will I speak once more. If thou hast seen The city of Charoba, hast thou marked The steps of Dalica?" "What then?" "The tongue Of Dalica has then our rites divulged." "Whose rites?" "Her sister's, mother's, and her own." "Never." "How sayst thou never? one would think, Presumptuous, thou wert Dalica." "I am, Woman, and who art thou?" With close embrace, Clung the Masarian round her neck, and cried: "Art thou then not my sister? ah, I fear The golden lamps and jewels of a court Deprive thine eyes of strength and purity. O Dalica, mine watch the waning moon, For ever patient in our mother's art, And rest on Heaven suspended, where the founts Of Wisdom rise, where sound the wings of Power; Studies intense of strong and stern delight! And thou too, Dalica, so many years Weaned from the bosom of thy native land, Returnest back and seekest true repose. Oh, what more pleasant than the short-breathed sigh When laying down your burden at the gate, And dizzy with long wandering, you embrace The cool and quiet of a homespun bed." "Alas," said Dalica, "though all commend This choice, and many meet with no control, Yet none pursue it!Age by Care oppressed Feels for the couch, and drops into the grave. The tranquil scene lies further still from Youth: Frenzied Ambition and desponding Love Consume Youth's fairest flowers; compared with Youth Age has a something something like repose. Myrthyr, I seek not here a boundary Like the horizon, which, as you advance, Keeping its form and colour, yet recedes; But mind my errand, and my suit perform. Twelve years ago Charoba first could speak: If her indulgent father asked her name, She would indulge him too, and would reply 'What? why, Charoba!' raised with sweet surprise, And proud to shine a teacher in her turn. Show her the graven sceptre; what its use? 'Twas to beat dogs with, and to gather flies. She thought the crown a plaything to amuse Herself, and not the people, for she thought Who mimic infant words might infant toys: But while she watched grave elders look with awe On such a bauble, she withheld her breath; She was afraid her parents should suspect They had caught childhood from her in a kiss; She blushed for shame, and feared for she believed. Yet was not courage wanting in the child. No; I have often seen her with both hands Shake a dry crocodile of equal height, And listen to the shells within the scales, And fancy there was life, and yet apply The jagged jaws wide open to her ear. Past are three summers since she first beheld The ocean; all around the child await Some exclamation of amazement here: She coldly said, her long-lashed eyes abased, 'Is this the mighty ocean? is this all!' That wondrous soul Charoba once possessed, Capacious then as earth or heaven could hold, Soul discontented with capacity, Is gone, I fear, for ever.Need I say She was enchanted by the wicked spells Of Gebir, whom with lust of power inflamed The western winds have landed on our coast? I since have watched her in each lone retreat, Have heard her sigh and soften out the name, Then would she change it for Egyptian sounds More sweet, and seem to taste them on her lips, Then loathe them Gebir, Gebir still returned. Who would repine, of reason not bereft! For soon the sunny stream of youth runs down, And not a gadfly streaks the lake beyond. Lone in the gardens, on her gathered vest How gently would her languid arm recline! How often have I seen her kiss a flower, And on cool mosses press her glowing cheek! Nor was the stranger free from pangs himself. Whether by spell imperfect, or while brewed The swelling herbs infected him with foam, Oft have the shepherds met him wandering Through unfrequented paths, oft overheard Deep groans, oft started from soliloquies Which they believe assuredly were meant For spirits who attended him unseen. But when from his illuded eyes retired That figure Fancy fondly chose to raise, He clasped the vacant air and stood and gazed; Then owning it was folly, strange to tell, Burst into peals of laughter at his woes. Next, when his passion had subsided, went Where from a cistern, green and ruined, oozed A little rill, soon lost; there gathered he Violets, and harebells of a sister bloom, Twining complacently their tender stems With plants of kindest pliability. These for a garland woven, for a crown He platted pithy rushes, and ere dusk The grass was whitened with their roots nipped off. These threw he, finished, in the little rill And stood surveying them with steady smile: But such a smile as that of Gebir bids To Comfort a defiance, to Despair A welcome, at whatever hour she please. Had I observed him I had pitied him; I have observed Charoba, I have asked If she loved Gebir. 'Love him!' she exclaimed With such a start of terror, such a flush Of anger, 'I love Gebir?I in love?' And looked so piteous, so impatient looked And burst, before I answered, into tears. Then saw I, plainly saw I, 'twas not love; For such her natural temper, what she likes She speaks it out, or rather she commands. And could Charoba say with greater ease Bring me a water-melon from the Nile,' Than, if she loved him, 'Bring me him I love.' Therefore the death of Gebir is resolved." "Resolved indeed," cried Myrthyr, nought surprised, "Precious my arts!I could without remorse Kill, though I hold thee dearer than the day, E'en thee thyself, to exercise my arts. Look yonder! mark yon pomp of funeral! Is this from fortune or from favouring stars? Dalica, look thou yonder, what a train! What weeping!Oh, what luxury!Come, haste, Gather me quickly up these herbs I dropped, And then away hush!I must unobserved From those two maiden sisters pull the spleen: Dissemblers! how invidious they surround The virgin's tomb, where all but virgins weep." "Nay, hear me first," cried Dalica; "'tis hard To perish to attend a foreign king." "Perish! and may not then mine eye alone Draw out the venom drop, and yet remain Enough? the portion cannot be perceived." Away she hastened with it to her home, And, sprinkling thrice flesh sulphur o'er the hearth, Took up a spindle with malignant smile, And pointed to a woof, nor spake a word; 'Twas a dark purple, and its dye was dread. Plunged in a lonely house, to her unknown, Now Dalica first trembled:o'er the roof Wandered her haggard eyes 'twas some relief. The massy stones, though hewn most roughly, showed The hand of man had once at least been there: But from this object sinking back amazed, Her bosom lost all consciousness, and shook As if suspended in unbounded space. Her thus entranced the sister's voice recalled. "Behold it here dyed once again! 'tis done." Dalica stepped, and felt beneath her feet The slippery floor, with mouldered dust bestrewn; But Myrthyr seized with bare bold-sinewed arm The grey cerastes, writhing from her grasp, And twisted off his horn, nor feared to squeeze The viscous poison from his glowing gums. Nor wanted there the root of stunted shrub Which he lays ragged, hanging o'er the sands, And whence the weapons of his wrath are death: Nor the blue urchin that with clammy fin Holds down the tossing vessel for the tides. Together these her scient hand combined, And more she added, dared I mention more. Which done, with words most potent, thrice she dipped The reeking garb; thrice waved it through the air: She ceased; and suddenly the creeping wool Shrunk up with crisped dryness in her hands. "Take this," she cried, "and Gebir is no more." Sixth Book. Now to Aurora borne by dappled steeds, The sacred gate of orient pearl and gold, Smitten with Lucifer's light silver wand, Expanded slow to strains of harmony: The waves beneath in purpling rows, like doves Glancing with wanton coyness tow'rd their queen, Heaved softly; thus the damsel's bosom heaves When from her sleeping lover's downy cheek, To which so warily her own she brings Each moment nearer, she perceives the warmth Of coming kisses fanned by playful dreams. Ocean and earth and heaven was jubilee. For 'twas the morning pointed out by Fate When an immortal maid and mortal man Should share each other's nature knit in bliss. The brave Iberians far the beach o'erspread Ere dawn with distant awe; none hear the mew, None mark the curlew flapping o'er the field; Silence held all, and fond expectancy. Now suddenly the conch above the sea Sounds, and goes sounding through the woods profound. They, where they hear the echo, turn their eyes, But nothing see they, save a purple mist Roll from the distant mountain down the shore: It rolls, it sails, it settles, it dissolves Now shines the nymph to human eye revealed, And leads her Tamar timorous o'er the waves. Immortals crowding round congratulate The shepherd; he shrinks back, of breath bereft: His vesture clinging closely round his limbs Unfelt, while they the whole fair form admire, He fears that he has lost it, then he fears The wave has moved it, most to look he fears. Scarce the sweet-flowing music he imbibes, Or sees the peopled ocean; scarce he sees Spio with sparkling eyes, and Beroe Demure, and young Ione, less renowned, Not less divine, mild-natured; Beauty formed Her face, her heart Fidelity; for gods Designed, a mortal too Ione loved. These were the nymphs elected for the hour Of Hesperus and Hymen; these had strewn The bridal bed, these tuned afresh the shells, Wiping the green that hoarsened them within: These wove the chaplets, and at night resolved To drive the dolphins from the wreathed door. Gebir surveyed the concourse from the tents, The Egyptian men around him; 'twas observed By those below how wistfully he looked, From what attention with what earnestness Now to his city, now to theirs, he waved His hand, and held it, while they spake, outspread. They tarried with him, and they shared the feast. They stooped with trembling hand from heavy jars The wines of Gades gurgling in the bowl; Nor bent they homeward till the moon appeared To hang midway betwixt the earth and skies. 'Twas then that leaning o'er the boy beloved, In Ocean's grot where Ocean was unheard, "Tamar!" the nymph said gently, "come awake! Enough to love, enough to sleep, is given, Haste we away."This Tamar deemed deceit, Spoken so fondly, and he kissed her lips, Nor blushed he then, for he was then unseen. But she arising bade the youth arise. "What cause to fly?" said Tamar; she replied, "Ask none for flight, and feign none for delay." "Oh, am I then deceived! or am I cast From dreams of pleasure to eternal sleep, And, when I cease to shudder, cease to be!" She held the downcast bridegroom to her breast, Looked in his face and charmed away his fears. She said not "Wherefore leave I then embraced You a poor shepherd, or at most a man, Myself a nymph, that now I should deceive?" She said not Tamar did, and was ashamed. Him overcome her serious voice bespake. "Grief favours all who bear the gift of tears! Mild at first sight he meets his votaries And casts no shadow as he comes along: But after his embrace the marble chills The pausing foot, the closing door sounds loud, The fiend in triumph strikes the roof, then falls The eye uplifted from his lurid shade. Tamar, depress thyself, and miseries Darken and widen:yes, proud-hearted man! The sea-bird rises as the billows rise; Nor otherwise when mountain floods descend Smiles the unsullied lotus glossy-haired. Thou, claiming all things, leanest on thy claim Till overwhelmed through incompliancy. Tamar, some silent tempest gathers round!" "Round whom?" retorted Tamar; "thou describe The danger, I will dare it." "Who will dare What is unseen?" "The man that is unblessed." "But wherefore thou?It threatens not thyself, Nor me, but Gebir and the Gadite host." "The more I know, the more a wretch am I." Groaned deep the troubled youth, "still thou proceed." "Oh, seek not destined evils to divine, Found out at last too soon! cease here the search, 'Tis vain, 'tis impious, 'tis no gift of mine: I will impart far better, will impart What makes, when winter comes, the sun to rest So soon on ocean's bed his paler brow, And night to tarry so at spring's return. And I will tell sometimes the fate of men Who loosed from drooping neck the restless arm Adventurous, ere long nights had satisfied The sweet and honest avarice of love; How whirlpools have absorbed them, storms o'er-whelmed, And how amid their struggles and their prayers The big wave blackened o'er the mouths supine: Then, when my Tamar trembles at the tale, Kissing his lips half open with surprise, Glance from the gloomy story, and with glee Light on the fairer fables of the gods. Thus we may sport at leisure where we go Where, loved by Neptune and the Naiad, loved By pensive Dryad pale, and Oread The spritely nymph whom constant Zephyr wooes, Rhine rolls his beryl-coloured wave; than Rhine What river from the mountains ever came More stately! most the simple crown adorns Of rushes and of willows interwined With here and there a flower:his lofty brow Shaded with vines and mistletoe and oak He rears, and mystic bards his fame resound. Or gliding opposite, th' Illyrian gulf Will harbour us from ill."While thus she spake, She touched his eyelashes with libant lip, And breathed ambrosial odours, o'er his cheek Celestial warmth suffusing:grief dispersed, And strength and pleasure beamed upon his brow. Then pointed she before him:first arose To his astonished and delighted view The sacred isle that shrines the queen of love. It stood so near him, so acute each sense, That not the symphony of lutes alone, Or coo serene or billing strife of doves, But murmurs, whispers, nay the very sighs Which he himself had uttered once, he heard. Next, but long after and far off, appear The cloud-like cliffs and thousand towers of Crete, And further to the right, the Cyclades: Phoebus had raised and fixed them, to surround His native Delos and aerial fane. He saw the land of Pelops, host of gods, Saw the steep ridge where Corinth after stood Beckoning the serious with the smiling arts Into the sunbright bay; unborn the maid That to assure the bent-up hand unskilled Looked oft, but oftener fearing who might wake. He heard the voice of rivers; he descried Pindan Peneus and the slender nymphs That tread his banks but fear the thundering tide; These, and Amphrysos and Apidanus And poplar-crowned Spercheus, and reclined On restless rocks Enipeus, whore the winds Scattered above the weeds his hoary hair. Then, with Pirene and with Panope, Evenus, troubled from paternal tears, And last was Achelous, king of isles. Zacynthus here, above rose Ithaca, Like a blue bubble floating in the bay. Far onward to the left a glimmering light Glanced out oblique, nor vanished; he inquired Whence that arose, his consort thus replied - "Behold the vast Eridanus! ere long We may again behold him and rejoice. Of noble rivers none with mightier force Rolls his unwearied torrent to the main." And now Sicanian Etna rose to view: Darkness with light more horrid she confounds, Baffles the breath and dims the sight of day. Tamar grew giddy with astonishment And, looking up, held fast the bridal vest; He heard the roar above him, heard the roar Beneath, and felt it too, as he beheld, Hurl, from earth's base, rocks, mountains, to the skies. Meanwhile the nymph had fixed her eyes beyond, As seeing somewhat, not intent on aught. He, more amazed than ever, then exclaimed, "Is there another flaming isle? or this Illusion, thus passed over unobserved?" "Look yonder," cried the nymph, without reply, "Look yonder!"Tamar looked, and saw afar Where the waves whitened on the desert shore. When from amid grey ocean first he caught The heights of Calpe, saddened he exclaimed, "Rock of Iberia! fixed by Jove and hung With all his thunder-hearing clouds, I hail Thy ridges rough and cheerless! what though Spring Nor kiss thy brow nor cool it with a flower, Yet will I hail thee, hail thy flinty couch, Where Valour and where Virtue have reposed." The nymph said, sweetly smiling, "Fickle man Would not be happy could he not regret! And I confess how, looking back, a thought Has touched and tuned or rather thrilled my heart, Too soft for sorrow and too strong for joy: Fond foolish maid, 'twas with mine own accord It soothed me, shook me, melted, drowned, in tears. But weep not thou; what cause hast thou to weep? Wouldst thou thy country? wouldst those caves abhorred, Dungeons and portals that exclude the day? Gebir, though generous, just, humane, inhaled Rank venom from these mansions.Rest, O king In Egypt thou! nor, Tamar! pant for sway. With horrid chorus, Pain, Diseases, Death, Stamp on the slippery pavement of the proud, And ring their sounding emptiness through earth. Possess the ocean, me, thyself, and peace." And now the chariot of the Sun descends, The waves rush hurried from his foaming steeds, Smoke issues from their nostrils at the gate, Which when they enter, with huge golden bar Atlas and Calpe close across the sea. Seventh Book. What mortal first by adverse fate assailed, Trampled by tyranny or scoffed by scorn, Stung by remorse or wrung by poverty, Bade with fond sigh his native laud farewell? Wretched! but tenfold wretched who resolved Against the waves to plunge th' expatriate keel Deep with the richest harvest of his land! Driven with that weak blast which Winter leaves Closing his palace gates on Cauc