And whose soul lost, in that one hour, For her and for her love-oh more Of Heaven's light than even the power Of Heaven itself could now restore ! For light was in this soul, which now Thy looks have into passion nursed. “There 's nothing bright above, below, In sky-earth-ocean, that this breast Doth not intensely Jurn to know, And thee, thee, thee, o'er all the rest ! “ Then come, oh Spirit, from behind The curtains of thy radiant home, Whether thou wouldst as God be shrined, Or loved and class'd as mortal, come! “Bring all thy dazzling wonders here, That I may waking know and seeOr waft me hence to thy own sphere, Thy heaven or—ay, even that with thee! “Demon or God, who hold'st the book Of knowledge spread beneath thine eye, Give me, with thee, but one bright look Into its leaves, and let me die ! “ By those ethereal wings, whose way Lies through an element, so fraught With floating Mind, that, as they play, Their every movement is a thought! “By that most precious hair, between Whose golden clusters the sweet wind Of Paradise so late hath been, And left its fragrant soul behind ! And yet the hour ! The Spirit here Stopped in his utterance, as if words Gave way beneath the wild career Of his then rushing thoughts—like chords, Midway in some enthusiast's song, Breaking beneath a touch too strong. While the clench'd hand upon the brow Told how remembrance throbb’d there now ! But soon 't was o'er—that casual blaze From the sunk fire of other days, That relic of the flame, whose burning Had been too fierce to be relumed, Soon pass'd away, and the youth, turning To his bright listeners, thus resumed : “By those impassion'd eyes, that melt Their light into the inmost heart, Like sunset in the waters, felt As molten fire through every part, “I do implore thee, oh most bright And worshipp'd Spirit, shine but o'er My waking wondering eyes this night, This one bless'd night-I ask no more! Days, months elapsed, and, though what most On earth I sigh'd for was mine, all, What happiness is theirs, who fall ! Even by the love, the bliss, between Whose throbs it came, like gleams of hell In agonizing cross-light given Athwart the glimpses they who dwell In purgatory catch of heaven! The only feeling that to me Seem'd joy, or rather my sole rest From aching misery, was to see My young, proud, blooming Lilis bless'd She, the fair fountain of all ill To my lost soul-whom yet its thirst And found the charm fresh as at first !- Whatever beams still round me play'd Of former pride, of glory wreck'd, On her, my Moon, whose light I made, And whose soul worshipp'd even my shade-This was, I own, enjoyment—this My sole, last lingering glimpse of bliss. And proud she was, bright creature !-proud, Beyond what even most queenly stirs That beautiful young brow of hers Exhausted, breathless, as she said And there, just lighted on the shrine, Around her, full of light divine, Left hanging on yon starry steep ; Or like autumnal clouds, that keep Their lightnings sheathed, rather than mar The dawning hour of some young starAnd nothing left but what beseem'd The accessible, though glorious mate Of mortal woman—whose eyes beam'd Back upon her's, as passionate : Whose ready heart brought flame for flame, Whose sin, whose madness was the same, Then, too, that passion, hourly growing Stronger and stronger-to which even Her love, at times, gave way—of knowing Every thing strange in earth and heaven; And fatal as it was, I sought Such realms of wonder on her thought, As ne'er till then, had let their light Such were the deep-drawn mysteries, Escape on any mortal's sight! And some, perhaps, even more profound, In the deep earth-beneath the sea More wildering to the mind than these, Through caves of fire-through wilds of air- Which-far as woman's thought could sound, Wherever sleeping Mystery Or a fallen outlaw'd spirit reachHad spread her curtain, we were there She dared to learn, and I to teach. Love still beside us, as we went, Till-fill'd with such unearthly lore, At home in each new element, And mingling the pure light it brings And sure of worship every where ! With much that Fancy had, before, Shed in false tinted glimmeringsThen first was Nature taught to lay The enthusiast girl spoke out, as one, The wealth of all her kingdoms down Inspired, among her own dark race, At woman's worshipp'd feet, and say, Who from their altars, in the sun “Bright creature, this is all thine own!" Left standing half adorn’d, would run Then first were diamonds caught-like eyes To gaze upon her holier face. Shining in darkness—by surprise, And, though but wild the things she spoke, And made to light the conquering way Yet 'mid that play of error's smoke Of proud young Beauty with their ray. Into fair shapes by fancy curl'd, Then, too, the pearl from out its shell, Some gleams of pure religion brokeUnsightly in the sunless sea Glimpses that have not yet awoke, (As 't were a spirit forced to dwell But startled the still dreaming world! In form unlovely,) was set free, Oh! many a truth, remote, sublime, And round the neck of woman threw Which God would from the minds of men A light it lent and borrow'd too. Have kept conceal’d, till his own time, For never did this maid-whate'er Stole out in these revealments thenThe ambition of the hour—forget Revealments dim, that have fore-run, Her sex's pride in being fair, By ages, the bright, Saving One !! Nor that adornment, tasteful, rare, Like that imperfect dawn, or light Which makes the mighty magnet, set Escaping from the Zodiac's signs, In Woman's form, more mighty yet. Which makes the doubtful East half bright Before the real morning shines ! Thus did some moons of bliss go by- Of bliss to her, who saw but love I did not seek with such fond care, And knowledge throughout earth and sky; That when I've seen her look above To whose enamour'd soul and eye, At some bright star admiringly, I seem'd, as is the sun on high, I've said, “ nay, look not there, my love, The light of all below, above, Alas, I cannot give it thee !" The spirit of sea, land, and air, Whose influence, felt every where, But not alone the wonders found Spread from its centre, her own heart, Through Nature's realm—the unveil'd, material, Even to the world's extremest partVisible glories that hang round, While through that world her reinless mind Like lights, through her enchanted ground Had now career'd so fast and far, But whatsoe'er unseen, ethereal, That earth itself seem'd left behind, Dwells far away from human sense, And her proud fancy unconfined, Already saw heaven's gates a-jar! Happy enthusiast! still, oh still, Spite of my own heart's mortal chill, Through men or angels, flowers or suns- Spite of that double-fronted sorrow, The workings of the Almighty Mind, Which looks at once before and back, When first o'er Chaos he design'd Beholds the yesterday, the morrow, The outlines of this world; and through And sees both comfortless, both black That spread of darkness-like the bow, Spite of all this, I could have still Call’d out of rain-clouds, hue by hue In her delight forgot all ill ; Saw the grand gradual picture grow! Or, if pain would not be forgot, The covenant with human kind At least have borne and murmur'd not. Which God has made—the chains of Fate When thoughts of an offended Heaven, Of sinfulness, which even I, 1 It is the opinion of some of the Fathers, that the know Shall be work'd out through sin and pain, ledge which the heathens possessed of the Providence of And Fate shall loose her iron chain, God, a future state, and other sublime doctrines of Chris tianity, was derived from the premature revelations of these And all be free, be bright again! fallen angels to the women of earth.-See Note. In that same garden, where, beneath Which even in pain I ne'er forget- And loved as never man was yet! In that same garden we were now, Thoughtfully side by side reclining, Her eyes turn’d upward, and her brow With its own silent fancies shining. It was an evening bright and still As ever blush'd on wave or bower, Smiling from Heaven, as if nought ill Could happen in so sweet an hour. Yet, I remember, both grew sad In looking at that light—even she, Of heart so fresh, and brow so glad, Felt the mute hour's solemnity, And thought she saw, in that repose, The death-hour not alone of light, But of this whole fair world—the close Of all things beautiful and brightThe last grand sun-set, in whose ray Nature herself died calm away! While down its steep most headlong driven,- Came o'er me with an agony To sooth, to warm,-nay, even to bless If ever bliss could graft its flower On stem so full of bitternessEven then her glorious smile to me Brought warmth and radiance, if not balm, Like moonlight on a troubled sea, Brightening the storm it cannot calm. Of, too, when that disheartening fear, Which all who love beneath the sky The dreadful thought that it must die ! Most full of sadness, from the thought Fell yesterday, in vain be soughtThat Heaven to me the final seal Of all earth's sorrow would deny, And I eternally must feel The death-pang, without power to die ! Even this, her fond endearments-fond As ever twisted the sweet bond "Twixt heart and heart—could charm away: Before her look no clouds would stay, Or, if they did, their gloom was gone, Their darkness put a glory on! There seem'd a freshness in her breath, Beyond the reach, the power of death! And then, her voice-oh, who could doubt That 't would for ever thus breathe out A music, like the harmony Of the tuned orbs, too sweet to die ! While in her lip's awakening touch There thrill'd a life ambrosial-such As mantles in the fruit steep'd through With Eden's most delicious dewTill I could almost think, though known And loved as human, they had grown By bliss, celestial as my own! But 't is not,'t is not for the wrong, The guilty, to be happy long; And she, too, now, had sunk within The shadow of a tempter's sinShadow of death, whose withering frown Kills whatsoe'er it lights upon Too deep for even her soul to shun At length, as if some thought, awaking Suddenly, sprung within her breastLike a young bird, when day-light breaking Startles him from his dreamy nest- Dilated into that full shape As if to let more soul escape, Resembling those divine ones, given, Before thou camest, thyself, from heaven. The same rich wreath was on thy brow, Dazzling as if of star-light made; And these wings, lying darkly now, Like meteors round thee flash'd and play'd. All bright as in those happy dreams Thou stood'st, a creature to adore No less than love, breathing out beams, As flowers do fragrance, at each pore ! Sudden I felt thee draw me near To thy pure heart, where, fondly placed, I seem'd within the atmosphere Of that exhaling light embraced; Pass'd from thy heavenly soul to mine, Like thee, all spirit, all divine. Say, why did dream so bright come o'er me, If, now I wake, 't is faded, gone? When will my Cherub shine before me Thus radiant, as in heaven he shone ? And pure, “When shall I, waking, be allow'd To gaze upon those perfect charms, And hold thee thus, without a cloud, A chill of earth, within my arms ? “ Oh what a pride to say—this, this Is my own Angel—all divine, and dazzling as he is, And fresh from heaven, he's mine, he's mine! " Think'st thou, were Lilis in thy place, A creature of yon lofty skies, One glory from her lover's eyes ? Shine out, young Spirit, in the blaze Of thy most proud divinity, Nor think thou'lt wound this mortal gaze. “Too long have I look'd doating on Those ardent eyes, intense even thusToo near the stars themselves have gone, To fear aught grand or luminous. "Then doubt me not-oh, who can say But that this dream may yet come true, And my blest spirit drink thy ray Till it becomes all heavenly too ? “Let me this once but feel the flame Of those spread wings, the very pride By the mere touch be deified !" All creatures, whatsoe'er they were, At least would bring down heaven to her! Even I, whose soul, but half-way yet O'er half whose disk the sun is set- The dreadful-how can it be told ? Is o'er again to feel, behold! Pass'd for a moment through my breast- To one, or both—something unbless'd To happen from this proud request. But soon these boding fancies fled; Nor saw I ought that could forbid My full revealment, save the dread Of that first dazzle, that unhid And bursting glory on a lid Was, in its nature, lambent, pure, And innocent as is the light Her mate to her green bower at night. The feather'd snow (which, for its whiteness, So harmless, though so full of brightness, To print my radiant lips on some ? Had she not waked, unscathed and bright, Though by the fire-fly kiss'd all night? The blade within the unharm'd sheath, Reach and dissolve the soul beneath ! Thus having (as, alas, deceived There fix'd upon me, eagerly Then waited but a sign from me-How was I to refuse ? how say One word that in her heart could stir I brought from heaven belong'd to her ? She waited for the awful boon, Watching the rise of the full moon, Whose beams--they know, yet cannot shunWill madden them when look'd upon! Of all my glories, the bright crown, Which, when I last from heaven came down, I left--see, where those clouds afar Sail through the west--there hangs it yet, Shining remote, more like a star Than a fallen angel's coronetOf all my glories, this alone Was wanting—but the illumined brow, The curls, like tendrils that had grown Out of the sun-the eyes, that now Had love's light added to their own, And shed a blaze, before unknown Even to themselves—the unfolded wings, Of that rich panoply of charms Thus glorious, glided to her arms, Which still (though at a sight so splendid Her dazzled brow had instantly Sunk on her breast) were wide extended To clasp the form she durst not see! And look'd in mine with—oh, that look! Avenging Power, whate'er the hell Thou may'st to human souls assign, The memory of that look is mine! In her last struggle, on my brow Her ashy lips a kiss impress'd, So withering !- I feel it now 'T was fire—but fire, even more unbless'd Than was my own, and like that flame, The angels shudder but to name, Hell's everlasting element ! Deep, deep it pierc'd into my brain, Madd’ning and torturing as it went, And here—see here, the mark, the stain It left upon my front-burnt in By that last kiss of love and sinA brand, which even the wreathed pride Of these bright curls, still forced aside By its foul contact, cannot hide! Great God! how could thy vengeance light When-oh most horrible !-I felt Pure, while among the stars I dweltWas now by my transgression turn’d Into gross, earthly fire, which burn'd, Burn'd all it touch'd, as fast as eye Could follow the fierce ravening flashes, Till there—oh God! I still ask why Such doom was hers ?-I saw her lie Blackening within my arms to ashes ! Those cheeks, a glory but to see Those lips, whose touch was what the first Fresh cup of immortality Is to a new-made angel's thirst! As when they first were round me cast, But, burning, held me to the last- But is it thus, dread Providence Can it, indeed, be thus, that she, Had honour'd Heaven itself, should be With more than anguish, with despair, In heaven or earth—this scorch I bear! Oh,—for the first time that these knees Have bent before thee since my fall, Great Power, if ever thy decrees Thou couldst for prayer like mine recal, Pardon that spirit, and on me, On me, who taught her pride to err, Shed out each drop of agony Thy burning phial keeps for her! See, too, where low beside me kneel Two other outcasts, who, though gone And pray for that poor mortal one. Bright erring souls are not forgiven ? Their very wanderings lean tow'rds heaven! Again I cry, Just God, transfer That creature's sufferings all to me Mine, mine the guilt, the torment beTo save one minute's pain to her, Let mine last all eternity! 'T was madd’ning, 't was—but hear even worse- Their last, keen, agonized farewell, He paused, and to the earth bent down His throbbing head; while they, who felt That agony as 't were their own, Those angel youths, beside him knelt, And, in the night's still silence there, While mournfully each wandering air |