XLVII.

Or, when the weary moon was in the wane,
Or in the noon of interlunar night,
The lady-witch in visions could not chain

Her spirit; but sailed forth under the light
Of shooting stars, and bade extend amain

His storm-outspeeding wings, th' Hermaphro

dite;

She to the Austral waters took her way,
Beyond the fabulous Thamondocana.

XLVIII.

Where, like a meadow which no scythe has shaven,

Which rain could never bend, or whirl-blast shake,

With the antarctic constellations paven,

Canopus and his crew, lay th' Austral lakeThere she would build herself a windless haven Out of the clouds whose moving turrets

make

The bastions of the storm, when through

the sky

The spirits of the tempest thundered by.

XLIX.

A haven, beneath whose translucent floor
The tremulous stars sparkled unfathomably,
And around which the solid vapours hoar,
Based on the level waters, to the sky

Lifted their dreadful crags; and like a shore
Of wintry mountains, inaccessibly

Hemmed in with rifts and precipices gray,
And hanging crags, many a cove and bay.

L.

And whilst the outer lake beneath the lash Of the winds' scourge, foamed like a wounded thing;

And the incessant hail with stony clash

Ploughed up the waters, and the flagging wing Of the roused cormorant in the lightning flash Looked like the wreck of some wind-wandering Fragment of inky thunder-smoke-this haven Was as a gem to copy Heaven engraven.

LI.

On which that lady played her many pranks,
Circling the image of a shooting star,
Even as a tiger on Hydaspes' banks

Outspeeds the Antelopes which speediest are,
In her light boat; and many quips and cranks
She played upon the water; till the car
Of the late moon, like a sick matron wan,
To journey from the misty east began.

LII.

And then she called out of the hollow turrets

Of those high clouds, white, golden, and ver

milion,

The armies of her ministering spirits-
In mighty legions million after million
They came, each troop emblazoning its merits
On meteor flags; and many a proud pavilion,
Of the intertexture of the atmosphere,

They pitched upon the plain of the calm mere.

LIII.

They framed the imperial tent of their great Queen

Of woven exhalations, underlaid

With lambent lightning-fire, as may be seen
A dome of thin and open ivory inlaid
With crimson silk-cressets from the serene
Hung there, and on the water for her tread,
A tapestry of fleece-like mist was strewn,
Dyed in the beams of the ascending moon.

LIV.

And on a throne o'erlaid with starlight, caught Upon those wandering isles of aery dew, Which highest shoals of mountain shipwreck not, She sate, and heard all that had happened

new

Between the earth and moon since they had brought

The last intelligence-and now she grew Pale as that moon, lost in the watery nightAnd now she wept, and now she laughed outright.

LV.

These were tame pleasures. She would often climb

The steepest ladder of the crudded rack Up to some beaked cape of cloud sublime, And like Arion on the Dolphin's back

Ride singing through the shoreless air. Oft

time

Following the serpent lightning's winding

track,

She ran upon the platforms of the wind,
And laughed to hear the fire-balls roar behind.

LVI.

And sometimes to those streams of upper air,
Which whirl the earth in its diurnal round,
She would ascend, and win the spirits there

To let her join their chorus. Mortals found That on those days the sky was calm and fair, And mystic snatches of harmonious sound Wandered upon the earth where'er she passed, And happy thoughts of hope, too sweet to last.

LVII.

But her choice sport was, in the hours of sleep, To glide adown old Nilus, when he threads Egypt and Ethiopia, from the steep

of utmost Axumé, until he spreads,

Like a calm flock of silver-fleeced sheep,
His waters on the plain: and crested heads

Of cities and proud temples gleam amid,
And many a vapour-belted pyramid.

LVIII.

By Moeris and the Mareotid lakes,

Strewn with faint blooms like bridal chamber

floors;

Where naked boys bridling tame water-snakes, Or charioteering ghastly alligators,

Had left on the sweet waters mighty wakes

:

Of those huge forms within the brazen doors Of the great Labyrinth slept both boy and beast, Tired with the pomp of their Osirian feast.

LIX.

And where within the surface of the river
The shadows of the massy temples lie,
And never are erased-but tremble ever

Like things which every cloud can doom to die,
Through lotus-pav'n canals, and wheresoever
The works of man pierced that serenest sky
With tombs, and towers, and fane, 'twas her

delight

To wander in the shadow of the night.

LX.

With motion like the spirit of that wind

Whose soft step deepens slumber, her light feet Past through the peopled haunts of human kind, Scattering sweet visions from her presence sweet