Forever - thee (thy pathway sanderased)

Gliding with equal crowns two serpents led

Joyful to that palm-planted fountainfed

Ammonian Oasis in the waste.

There in a silent shade of laurel brown Apart the Chamian Oracle divine Shelter'd his unapproached mysteries: High things were spoken there, unhanded down;

Only they saw thee from the secret shrine

Returning with hot cheek and kindled eyes.

V.

BUONAPARTE.

He thought to quell the stubborn hearts of oak,

Madman! - to chain with chains, and bind with bands

That island queen who sways the floods and lands,

From Ind to Ind, but in fair daylight woke,

When from her wooden walls, -lit by sure hands,

With thunders, and with lightnings, and with smoke,—

Peal after peal, the British battle broke,

Lulling the brine against the Coptic sands.

We taught him lowlier moods, when Elsinore

Heard the war moan along the distant sea,

Rocking with shatter'd spars, with sudden fires

Flamed over: at Trafalgar yet once

more

We taught him: late he learned humility

Perforce, like those whom Gideon school'd with briers.

VI.

POLAND.

How long, O God, shall men be ridden down,

The broad stream in his banks complaining,

Heavily the low sky raining,

Over tower'd Camelot;

Down she came and found a boat
Beneath a willow left afloat,
And round about the prow she wrote
The Lady of Shalott.

And down the river's dim expanse
Like some bold seer in a trance,
Seeing all his own mischance
With a glassy countenance

Did she look to Camelot.
And at the closing of the day
She loosed the chain, and down she lay;
The broad stream bore her far away,
The Lady of Shalott.

Lying, robed in snowy white,
That loosely flew to left and right-
The leaves upon her falling light –
Thro' the noises of the night

She floated down to Camelot: And as the boat-head wound along The willowy hills and fields among, They heard her singing her last song, The Lady of Shalott.

Heard a carol, mournful, holy,
Chanted loudly, chanted lowly,
Till her blood was frozen slowly,
And her eyes were darken'd wholly,
Turn'd to tower'd Camelot.
For ere she reach'd upon the tide
The first house by the water-side,
Singing in her song she died,
The Lady of Shalott.

Under tower and balcony,
By garden-wall and gallery,
A gleaming shape she floated by,
Dead-pale between the houses high,
Silent into Camelot.

Out upou the wharfs they came,
Knight and burgher, lord and dame,
And round the prow they read her

name,

The Lady of Shalott.

Who is this? and what is here? And in the lighted palace near