XXXII. "Woe to thee, wild ambition, I employ Despair's dull notes thy dread effects to tell, "Thro' the celestial domes thy clarion pealed,— Angels, entranced, beneath thy banners ranged, They waked in agony to wail the change. "Darting thro' all her veins the subtle fire The world's fair mistress first inhaled thy breath, "Thy thousand wild desires, that still torment "As spirits feel-yet not for man we mourn That builds his nest, loves, sings the morn's return, "Fame ne'er had roused, nor song her records kept The gem, the ore, the marble breathing life, The pencil's colours,—all in earth had slept, "Man found thee death-but death and dull decay "Yet what the price? with stings that never cease ХХХІІІ. Thus Zophiel still,-" tho' now the infernal crew XXXIV. And now, regretful of the joys his birth Had promised; deserts, mounts and streams he crost, To find, amid the loveliest spots of earth, Faint likeness of the heaven he had lost. 4* And oft, by unsuccessful searching pained, XXXV. Sometimes he gave out oracles, amused Spoke from her quivering lips, or peuned her mystic lines.* XXXVI. And now he wanders on from glade to glade He caught a glimpse. The colours in her faceHer bare white arms-her lips-her shining hairBurst on his view. He would have flown the place; Fearing some faithful angel rested there, *This passage merely accords with the belief that the responses of the ancient oracles were spoken by fiends, or evil spirits. We need only look into the "New Testament for a confirmation of the power which such beings were supposed to possess of speaking from the lips of mortals." Who'd see him-reft of glory-lost to bliss- To glean a scanty joy-with thoughts like this- Ineffable-But what assailed his ear, A sigh-surprised, another glance he took; Whispering, " yes, 'tis of earth! So, new-found life Refreshing, looked sweet Eve, with purpose fell When first sin's sovereign gazed on her, and strife Had with his heart, that grieved with arts of hell, "Stern as it was, to win her o'er to death!— "To bloom forever for me thus-still true "But oh! severest pain !-I cannot be In what I love, blest ev'n the little span(With all a spirit's keen capacity For bliss) permitted the poor insect man. XXXVII. "The few I've seen and deemed of worth to win "Of muttered word and harmful drug, did learn "To view his pending fate. Fair-nay, as this Young slumberer, that dread witch; when, I arrayed In lovely shape, to meet my guileful kiss She yielded first her lip. And thou, sweet maid— And left its stain upon her cheek of bliss. * One of the most striking absurdities in the lately-dispelled superstition of witchcraft, is the extreme hidiousness and misery usually ascribed to such as made use of the agency of evil spirits. I have therefore made it the result of an unforeseen necessity: no female can be supposed to purchase, voluntarily, the power of doing mischief to others at the price of beauty and every thing like happiness on her own part. |