Which makes you tremble-by the claims of him Who is undying,-Rise! appear!-Appear! If it be so.-Spirits of earth and air, [A pause. Ye shall not thus elude me: by a power, By the strong curse which is upon my soul, [A star is seen at the darker end of the gallery; it FIRST SPIRIT. Mortal! to thy bidding bow'd, From my mansion in the cloud, Which the breath of twilight builds, And the summer's sun-set gilds With the azure and vermilion, Which is mix'd for my pavilion ; To thine adjuration bow'd, Mortal-be thy wish avow'd! Voice of the SECOND SPIRIT. Mont Blanc is the monarch of mountains, They crowned him long ago On a throne of rocks, in a robe of clouds, With a diadem of snow. Around his waist are forests braced, The Avalanche in his hand; But ere it fall, that thundering ball Must pause for my command. The Glacier's cold and restless mass Moves onward day by day; But I am he who bids it pass, I am the spirit of the place, Could make the mountain bow And quiver to his cavern'd baseAnd what with me wouldst Thou? Voice of the THIRD SPIRIT. In the blue depth of the waters, Where the wind is a stranger, And the sea-snake hath life, Where the Mermaid is decking Where the slumbering earthquake Lies pillow'd on fire, And the lakes of bitumen Rise boilingly higher; Where the roots of the Andes Strike deep in the earth, As their summits to heaven Shoot soaringly forth; I have quitted my birth-place, Thy spell hath subdued me, Thy will be my guide! FIFTH SPIRIT. I am the Rider of the wind, The Stirrer of the storm; The hurricane I left behind Is yet with lightning warm; The fleet I met sailed well, and yet SIXTH SPIRIT. My dwelling is the shadow of the night, Why doth thy magic torture me with light? SEVENTH SPIRIT. The star which rules thy destiny, Was ruled, ere earth began, by me : |