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,
Deeper than all yet urged, a tyrant-spell,
Which had its birth-place in a star condemn'd,
The burning wreck of a demolish'd world,
A wandering hell in the eternal space;

By the strong curse which is upon my soul,
The thought which is within me and around me,
I do compel ye to my will.-Appear!

[A star is seen at the darker end of the gallery; it
is stationary; and a voice is heard singing.]

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 ;
Though thy quest may be forbidden,
On a star-beam I have ridden;

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,
Or with its ice delay.

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 wave hath no strife,

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 bidding to bide-

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;
To speed to thee, o'er shore and sea
I swept upon the blast:

The fleet I met sailed well, and yet
"Twill sink ere night be past.

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 :