XI. "Late, late yestreen I saw the new moone Wi' the auld moone in hir arme." Ballad of Sir Patrick Spence, Percy's Reliques. ONCE I could hail (howe'er serene the sky) The dusky Shape within her arms imbound, Which some have named her Predecessor's Ghost. Young, like the Crescent that above me shone, I saw (ambition quickening at the view) Or was it Dian's self that seemed to move And when I learned to mark the Spectral-shape Now, dazzling Stranger! when thou meet'st my glance, Emblem of thoughts too eager to advance While I salute my joys, thoughts sad or stern ; So changes mortal Life with fleeting years; XII. ELEGIAC STANZAS. 1824. O FOR a dirge! But why complain ? To bind around the Christian's brows, We pay a high and holy debt; Ill-worthy, Beaumont! were the grief Sad doom, at Sorrow's shrine to kneel, And impotent to bear: Such once was hers to think and think On severed love, and only sink From anguish to despair! But nature to its inmost part Calm as the dew-drop's, free to rest Was ever Spirit that could bend So promptly from her lofty throne ? Pale was her hue; yet mortal cheek But hushed be every thought that springs No thorns can pierce her tender feet, As snowdrop on an infant's grave, As Vesper, ere the star hath kissed The mountain top, or breathed the mist Thou takest not away, O Death! Indifference is no more; The future brightens on our sight; XIII. INVOCATION TO THE EARTH. FEBRUARY, 1816. 1. "REST, rest, perturbèd Earth! "O rest, thou doleful Mother of Mankind!" A Spirit sang in tones more plaintive than the wind: "From regions where no evil thing has birth "I come - thy stains to wash away, "Thy cherished fetters to unbind, To open thy sad eyes upon a milder day. "The Heavens are thronged with martyrs that have risen "From out thy noisome prison; “The penal caverns groan "With tens of thousands rent from off the tree "Of hopeful life, - by Battle's whirlwind blown "Into the deserts of Eternity. "Unpitied havoc! Victims unlamented! "But not on high, where madness is resented, "And murder causes some sad tears to flow, "Though, from the widely-sweeping blow, "The choirs of Angels spread, triumphantly augmented. 2. "False Parent of Mankind! 66 Obdurate, proud, and blind, "I sprinkle thee with soft celestial dews, "Thy lost maternal heart to re-infuse! 66 Scattering this far-fetched moisture from my wings, "Upon the act a blessing I implore, "Of which the rivers in their secret springs, "Are conscious; 66 May Discord for a Seraph's care "Shall be attended with a bolder prayer The Spirit ended his mysterious rite, |