It was a world as fresh and fair As e'er revolved round sun in air; The menace of the universe; Still rolling on with innate force, The monster of the upper sky! And thou! beneath its influence bornThou worm! whom I obey and scornForced by a power (which is not thine, And lent thee but to make thee mine) For this brief moment to descend, Where these weak spirits round thee bend And parley with a thing like thee— What wouldst thou, Child of Clay! with me? The SEVEN SPIRITS. Earth, ocean, air, night, mountains, winds, thy star, Are at thy beck and bidding, Child of Clay! Before thee at thy quest their spirits are― What wouldst thou with us, son of mortals-say? MAN. Forgetfulness—— FIRST SPIRIT. Of what-of whom-and why? MAN. Of that which is within me; read it there Ye know it, and I cannot utter it. SPIRIT. We can but give thee that which we possess: Ask of us subjects, sovereignty, the power O'er earth, the whole, or portion, or a sign Which shall control the elements, whereof We are the dominators, each and all, These shall be thine. MAN. Oblivion, self-oblivion Can ye not wring from out the hidden realms SPIRIT. It is not in our essence, in our skill; But-thou mayst die. MAN. Will death bestow it on me? SPIRIT. We are immortal, and do not forget; We are eternal; and to us the past Is, as the future, present. Art thou answered? MAN. Ye mock me-but the power which brought ye here Hath made you mine. Slaves, scoff not at my will! Pervading, and far-darting as your own, And shall not yield to yours, though coop'd in clay! Answer, or I will teach ye what I am. SPIRIT. We answer as we answered; our reply Is even in thine own words. VOL. VI. G ΜΑΝ. Why say ye so? SPIRIT. If, as thou say'st, thine essence be as ours, We have replied in telling thee, the thing Mortals call death hath nought to do with us. MAN. I then have call'd ye from your realms in vain; Ye cannot, or ye will not, aid me. SPIRIT. Say; What we possess we offer; it is thine : Bethink ere thou dismiss us, ask again Kingdom, and sway, and strength, and length of days MAN. Accursed! what have I to do with days? They are too long already.-Hence-begone! SPIRIT. Yet pause: being here, our will would do thee service; Bethink thee, is there then no other gift Which we can make not worthless in thine eyes? MAN. No, none: yet stay-one moment, ere we part I would behold ye face to face. I hear Your voices, sweet and melancholy sounds, SPIRIT. We have no forms beyond the elements Of which we are the mind and principle: But choose a form-in that we will appear. MAN. I have no choice; there is no form on earth Hideous or beautiful to me. Let him, Who is most powerful of ye, take such aspect MAN. Oh God! if it be thus, and thou |