And make thee in thy leprosy of mind March 29, 1816. STANZAS TO AUGUSTA,3 I. WHEN all around grew drear and dark, And hope but shed a dying spark II. In that deep midnight of the mind, The weak despair-the cold depart; 2 [In first draught-"weltering." "I doubt about 'weltering.' We say 'weltering in blood; but do they not also use 'weltering in the wind,' 'weltering on a gibbet?' I have no dictionary, so look. In the mean time, I bave put 'festering;' which, perhaps, in any case is the best word of the two. Shakspeare has it often, and I dɔ not think it too strong for the figure in this thing. Quick! quick! quick! quick!" -Lord B. to Mr. Murray, April 2.] [His sister, the Honourable Mrs. Leigh.-These stanzas-the parting tribute to her whose tenderness had been his sole consolation in the crisis of domestic miserywere, we believe, the last verses written by Lord Byron in England.] III. When fortune changed-and love fled far, Which rose and set not to the last. And when the cloud upon us came, Then purer spread its gentle flame, VI. Still may thy spirit dwell on mine, And teach it what to brave or brook- VII. Thou stood'st, as stands a lovely tree, Still waves with fond fidelity Its boughs above a monument. VIII. The winds might rend-the skies might pour, But there thou wert-and still wouldst be Devoted in the stormiest hour To shed thy weeping leaves o'er me. IX. But thou and thine shall know no blight, For heaven in sunshine will requite The kind-and thee the most of all. X. Then let the ties of baffled love Be broken-thine will never break; XI. And these, when all was lost beside, 4 STANZAS TO AUGUSTA.1 I. THOUGH the day of my destiny's over, The faults which so many could find; And the love which my spirit hath painted II. Then when nature around me is smiling, I do not believe it beguiling, Because it reminds me of thine; And when winds are at war with the ocean, If their billows excite an emotion, It is that they bear me from thee. [These beautiful verses, so expressiye of the writer's wounded feelings at the moment, were written in July, at the Campagne Diodati, near Geneva. "Be care ful," he says, "in printing the stanzas beginning, 'Though the day of my destiny's,' &c., which I think well of as a composition."] 5 [In the original MS. "Though the days of my glory are over, And the sun of my fame hath declined."] III. Though the rock of my last hope is shiver'd, To pain-it shall not be its slave. They may crush, but they shall not contemn; They may torture but shall not subdue me; "Tis of thee that I think-not of them." IV. Though human, thou didst not deceive me, Though slander'd, thou never couldst shake; V. Yet I blame not the world, nor despise it, VI. From the wreck of the past, which hath perish'd, It hath taught me that what I most cherish'd 6 [Originally thus : 7 "There is many a pang to pursue me, And many a peril to stem; They may torture, but shall not subdue me; In the desert a fountain is springing, Which speaks to my spirit of thee. July 24, 1816. EPISTLE TO AUGUSTA.R I. My sister! my sweet sister! if a name II. The first were nothing-had I still the last, But other claims and other ties thou hast, Reversed for him our grandsire's" fate of yore,- 8 [These stanzas-"than which," says the Quarterly Review, for January, 1831, "there is nothing perhaps more mournfully and desolately beautiful in the whole range of Lord Byron's poetry," were also written at Diodati, and sent home to be published if Mrs. Leigh should consent. She decided the other way, and the epistle was not printed till 1830.] 9 [Admiral Byron was remarkable for never making a voyage without a tempest. He was known to the sailors by the facetious name of "Foul-weather Jack." "But, though it were tempest-toss'd, Still his bark could not be lost." He returned safely from the wreck of the "Wager" (in Anson's voyage), and many years after circumnavigated the world, as commander of a similar expedition.] |