II. Its pale eyes then; and lo! the long array A child most beautiful. I' the midst appears His head and feet are bare, his hands are bound Behind with heavy chains, yet none do wreak Their scoffs on him, though myriads throng around; There are no sneers upon his lip which speak That scorn or hate has made him bold; his cheek Resolve has not turned pale,-his eyes are mild And calm, and like the morn about to break, Smile on mankind-his heart seems reconciled To all things and itself, like a reposing child. IV. Turult was in the soul of all beside, Ill joy, or doubt, or fear; but those who saw V. And see! beneath a sun-bright canopy, Upon a platform level with the pile, The anxious Tyrant sit, enthroned on high, I, Laon, led by mutes, ascend my bier Of fire, and look around. Each distant isle Is dark in the bright dawn; towers far and near Pierce like reposing flames the tremulous atmosphere. VI. There was such silence through the host, as when An earthquake, trampling on some populous town. Has crushed ten thousand with one tread, and men Expect the second; all were mute but one, That fairest child, who, bold with love, alone Stood up before the king, without avail, Pleading for Laon's life-her stifled groan Was heard-she trembled like an aspen pale Among the gloomy pines of a Norwegian vale. VII. What were his thoughts linked in the morning sun, A thousand torches drop,-and hark, the last Millions, with hearts that beat both loud and fast, VIII. They fly-the torches fall-a cry of fear Has startled the triumphant !—they recede! For ere the cannon's roar has died, they hear The tramp of hoofs like earthquake, and a steed Dark and gigantic, with a tempest's speed, Bursts through their ranks: a woman sits thereon, Fairer it seems than aught that earth can breed, Calm, radiant, like the phantom of the dawn, A spirit from the caves of day-light wandering gone. IX. All thought it was God's Angel come to sweep With crushing panic fled in terror's altered mood. X. They pause, they blush, they gaze; a gathering shout Bursts like one sound from the ten thousand streams Of a tempestuous sea: that sudden rout One checked, who never in his mildest dreams Felt awe from grace or loveliness, the seams Of his rent heart so hard and cold a creed Had seared with blistering ice-but he misdeems That he is wise, whose wounds do only bleed Inly for self; thus thought the Iberian Priest indeed; XI. And others, too, thought he was wise to see, Now with a bitter smile, whose light did shine XII. "Were it not impious," said the King, " to break An infidel! but for me she would have known XIII. They trembled, but replied not, nor obeyed, Pausing in breathless silence. Cythna sprung From her gigantic steed, who, like a shade Chased by the winds, those vacant streets among Fled tameless, as the brazen rein she flung Upon his neck, and kissed his moonèd brow. A piteous sight, that one so fair and young, The clasp of such a fearful death should woo With smiles of tender joy as beamed from Cythna now. XIV. The warm tears burst in spite of faith and fear, Wins sleep from some fond nurse with its caresses mild, IV. She won them, though unwilling, her to bind Near me, among the stakes. When then had fled One soft reproach that was most thrilling kind, She smiled on me, and nothing then we said, But each upon the other's countenance fed Looks of insatiate love; the mighty veil Which doth divide the living and the dead Was almost rent, the world grew dim and pale,All light in Heaven or Earth beside our love did fail. XVI. Yet,-yet-one brief relapse, like the last beam XVII. And is this death? The pyre has disappeared, Till on my passive soul there seemed to creep XVIII. The warm touch of a soft and tremulous hand With strange and star-bright flowers, which to the wind ΧΙΧ. And round about sloped many a lawny mountain Which, from the depths whose jagged caverns breed Till through a chasm of hills they roll, and feed XX. As we sate gazing in a trance of wonder, A boat approached, borne by the musical air Its rapid keel-a winged shape sate there, A child with silver-shining wings, so fair, That as her bark did through the waters glide, The shadow of the lingering waves did wear Light, as from starry beams; from side to side, While veering to the wind, her plumes the bark did guide XXI. The boat was one curved shell of hollow pearl, Almost translucent with the light divine Of her within; the prow and stern did curl, XXII. Its keel has struck the sands beside our feet ;Then Cythna turned to me, and from her eyes Which swam with unshed tears, a look more sweet Than happy love, a wild and glad surprise, Glanced as she spake: "Ay, this is Paradise And not a dream, and we are all united! Lo, that is mine own child, who, in the guise Of madness, came like day to one benighted In lonesome woods: my heart is now too well requited!" XXIII. And then she wept aloud, and in her arms Fell o'er that snowy child, and wrapt from sight XXIV. Then the bright child, the plumed Seraph, came, XXV. "When the consuming flames had wrapt ye round, The hope which I had cherished went away; I fell in agony on the senseless ground, And hid mine eyes in dust, and far astray My mind was gone, when bright, like dawning day, And breathed upon my lips, and seemed to say, XXVI. "It was the calm of love-for I was dying. In expectation's depth, and so they stood dismayed. |