LXXI. Thus lived-thus died she; never more on her LXXII. 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, And nothing outward tells of human clay: Ye could not know where lies a thing so fair, No stone is there to show, no tongue to say What was: no dirge, except the hollow sea's, Mourns o'er the beauty of the Cyclades. LXXIII. But many a Greek maid in a loving song 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, In their abasement. I will have none such: 20 What thou dar'st not deny-the history Lucifer. Dost thou not recognize The dust which formed your father? Cain. Can it be? 30 Yon small blue circle, swinging in far ether, With an inferior circlet near it still, Which looks like that which lit our earthly night And they who guard them? Lucifer. Of Paradise. Cain. Point me out the site How should I? As we move Like sunbeams onward, it grows small and smaller, 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, Which are around us; and, as we move on, Lucifer. And if there should be Worlds greater than thine own, inhabited By greater things, and they themselves far more Though multiplied to animated atoms, All living, and all doom'd to death, and wretched, Cain. Which knew such things. Lucifer. I should be proud of thought But if that high thought were 50 Link'd to a servile mass of matter, and Knowing such things, aspiring to such things, And science still beyond them, were chain'd down To the most gross and petty paltry wants, Of thine enjoyments a sweet degradation, To lure thee on to the renewal of Fresh souls and bodies, all foredoom'd to be Know nought of death, save as a dreadful thing No less than life; a heritage not happy, Lucifer. Thou canst not The Other All die-there is what must survive. Spake not of this unto my father, when He shut him forth from Paradise, with death I may be in the rest as angels are. 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, 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. 80 And what art thou who dwellest So haughtily in spirit, and canst range Seem'st sorrowful? 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 This until lately-but since it must be, To anticipate my immortality. Lucifer. Thou didst before I came upon thee. Lucifer. By suffering. Cain. How? And must torture be immortal? Lucifer. We and thy sons will try. But now, behold! Is it not glorious? And unimaginable ether! and Ye multiplying masses of increased 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? O God! O Gods! or whatsoe'er ye are ! And knowledge! My thoughts are not in this hour Spirit! let me expire, or see them nearer. 100 ΣΤΟ |