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Thus lived—thus died she; never more on her Shall sorrow light, or shame. She was not made
Through years or moons the inner weight to bear,
By age in earth; her days and pleasures were
Long with her destiny; but she sleeps well
By the sea-shore, whereon she loved to dwell.
That isle is now all desolate and bare,
Its dwellings down, its tenants pass'd away:
None but her own and father's grave is there,
Ye could not know where lies a thing so fair,
Mourns o'er the beauty of the Cyclades.
But many a Greek maid in a loving song
With her sire's story makes the night less long.
If she loved rashly, her life paid for wrong—
In some shape; let none think to fly the danger,
For soon or late Love is his own avenger.
CAIN AND LUCIFER IN THE ABYSS OF SPACE
(act II., Scene I., Of 'cain,' 1821)
Cain. I tread on air, and sink not; yet I fear To sink.
Lucifer. Have faith in me, and thou shalt be Borne on the air, of which I am the prince. Cain. Can I do so without impiety?Lucifer. Believe—and sink not! doubt—and perish!thus
Would run the edict of the other God, Who names me demon to his angels; they Echo the sound to miserable things, Which, knowing nought beyond their shallow senses, Worship the word which strikes their ear, and deem 10 Evil or good what is proclaimed to them In their abasement. I will have none such:Worship or worship not, thou shalt behold The worlds beyond thy little world, nor be Amerced for doubts beyond thy little life, With torture of my dooming. There will come An hour, when, toss'd upon some water-drops, A man shall say to a man, " Believe in me, And walk the waters "; and the man shall walk The billows and be safe. / will not say, 20
Believe in me, as a conditional creed To save thee; but fly with me o'er the gulf Of space an equal flight, and I will show
What thou dar'st not deny—the history
Cain. Oh, god, or demon, or whate'er thou art
Lucifer. Dost thou not recognize
The dust which formed your father?
Cain. Can it be?
Yon small blue circle, swinging in far ether,
Lucifer. Point me out the site
Cain. How should I? As we move Like sunbeams onward, it grows small and smaller, And as it waxes little, and then less, Gathers a halo round it, like the light Which shone the roundest of the stars, when I Beheld them from the skirts of Paradise: Methinks they both, as we recede from them, 40 Appear to join the innumerable stars Which are around us; and, as we move on, Increase their myriads.
Lucifer. And if there should be
Worlds greater than thine own, inhabited
Cain. I should be proud of thought
Which knew such things.
Lucifer. But if that high thought were 50
Link'd to a servile mass of matter, and
To the most gross and petty paltry wants,
All foul and fulsome, and the very best
Of thine enjoyments a sweet degradation,
A most enervating and filthy cheat
To lure thee on to the renewal of
Fresh souls and bodies, all foredoom'd to be
As frail, and few so happy—
Cain. Spirit! I 60
Know nought of death, save as a dreadful thing
Lucifer. Thou canst not
All die—there is what must survive.
Cain. The Other
Spake not of this unto my father, when
Lucifer. I am angelic: wouldst thou be as I am?
Cain. I know not what thou art: I see thy power, And see thou show'st me things beyond my power, 80 Beyond all power of my born faculties, Although inferior still to my desires And my conceptions.
Lucifer. What are they which dwell
So humbly in their pride, as to sojourn
Cain. And what art thou who dwellest
So haughtily in spirit, and canst range
Lucifer. I seem that which I am;
And therefore do I ask of thee, if thou
Cain. Thou hast said, I must be 90
Immortal in despite of me. I knew not
Lucifer. Thou didst before I came upon thee.
Lucifer. By suffering.
Cain. And must torture be immortal?
Lucifer. We and thy sons will try. But now, behold! Is it not glorious?
Cain. Oh, thou beautiful
And unimaginable ether! and
Ye multiplying masses of increased 100
And still increasing lights! what are ye? what Is this blue wilderness of interminable Air, where ye roll along, as I have seen The leaves along the limpid streams of Eden? Is your course measured for ye? Or do ye Sweep on in your unbounded revelry Through an aerial universe of endless Expansion—at which my soul aches to think— Intoxicated with eternity?
O God! O Gods! or whatsoe'er ye are! no
How beautiful ye are! how beautiful Your works, or accidents, or whatsoe'er They may be! Let me die, as atoms die (If that they die), or know ye in your might And knowledge! My thoughts are not in this hour Unworthy what I see, though my dust is. Spirit! let me expire, or see them nearer.