25 30 35 Second Spirit. I do know the man A Magian of great power, and fearful skill! Third Spirit. Bow down and worship, slave! What, know'st thou not Thine and our Sovereign?-Tremble, and obey! All the Spirits. Prostrate thyself, and thy condemned clay, And yet ye see I kneel not. "Twill be taught thee. Man. 'Tis taught already;-many a night on the earth, On the bare ground, have I bow'd down my face, And strew'd my head with ashes; I have 'known 40 The fulness of humiliation, for I sunk before my vain despair, and knelt Fifth Spirit. not LORD BYRON Have been of an immortal nature, like 55 Our own; his knowledge, and his powers and will, As far as is compatible with clay, Which clogs the ethereal essence, have been such As clay hath seldom borne; his aspirations Have been beyond the dwellers of the earth, 60 And they have only taught him what we know That knowledge is not happiness, and But an exchange of ignorance for that 95 But now I see it is no living hue, Which Autumn plants upon the perish'd leaf. It is the same! Oh, God! that I should To look upon the same-Astarte !—No, 65 Of earth and heaven, from which no 105 Forgive me or condemn me. power, nor being, Nor breath from the worm upwards is exempt, Have pierced his heart, and in their conse quence Made him a thing which I, who pity not, A soul like his-or power upon his soul. and without power 75 I could not be amongst ye: but there are Powers deeper still beyond-I come in quest Of such, to answer unto what I seek. Nem. What wouldst thou? Thou canst not reply to me. The wishes of this mortal? Ari. Man. Yea. Whom wouldst thou One without a tomb-call up Nemesis Shadow! or Spirit! Whatever thou art, The whole or a part The heart and the form, Nemesis By the power which hath broken Man. swer'd. Nem. My power extends no further. It rests with thee alone-command her voice. Ari. Spirit-obey this sceptre! Nem. Silent still! She is not of our order, but belongs 115 To the other powers. Mortal! thy quest is 120 vain, And we are baffled also. Man. Hear me, hear me-Astarte! my beloved! speak to me: I have so much endured-so much endureLook on me! the grave hath not changed thee more Than I am changed for thee. Thou lovedst me Too much, as I loved thee: we were not To torture thus each other, though it were 125 This punishment for both-that thou wilt One of the blessed-and that I shall die; ity 130 A future like the past. I cannot rest. And I would hear yet once before I perish 135 For I have call'd on thee in the still night, And woke the mountain wolves, and made the caves Acquainted with thy vainly echoed name, Which answer'd me-many things answer'd me 140 Spirits and men-but thou wert silent all. Yet speak to me! I have outwatch'd the stars, And gazed o'er heaven in vain in search of thee. Speak to me! I have wander'd o'er the earth, Are all things so disposed of in the tower All, my lord, are ready: The merest word that ever fool'd the ear From out the schoolman's jargon, I should deem The golden secret, the sought "Kalon,"" found, And seated in my soul. It will not last, 15 But it is well to have known it, though but once: It hath enlarged my thoughts with a new sense, And I within my tablets would note down That there is such a feeling. Who is there? Re-enter HERMAN. Her. My lord, the abbot of St. Maurice craves 20 To greet your presence. Enter the ABBOT OF ST. MAURICE. Peace be with Count Manfred! Man. Thanks, holy father! welcome to these walls; Thy presence honors them, and blesseth those Who dwell within them. Abbot. Would it were so, Count!But I would fain confer with thee alone. 1 The beautiful; the best of human existence. 25 LORD BYRON Man. Herman, retire.-What would my reverend guest? Abbot. Thus, without prelude: - Age and zeal, my office, And good intent, must plead my privilege; Our near, though not acquainted neighborhood, May also be my herald. Rumors strange, 80 And of unholy nature, are abroad, And busy with thy name; a noble name Proceed, I listen. 35 Which are forbidden to the search of man; Thou communest. I know that with mankind, 40 Thy fellows in creation, thou dost rarely Exchange thy thoughts, and that thy soli tude Is as an anchorite's, were it but holy. Man. And what are they who do avouch Abbot. My pious brethren-the scared 45 Even thy own vassals-who do look on With most unquiet eyes. Thy life's in peril. Abbot. I come to save, and not destroy: I would not pry into thy secret soul; 50 For penitence and pity: reconcile thee Man. I hear thee. This is my reply: I may have been, or am, doth rest between mortal 55 To be my mediator. Have I sinn'd Against your ordinances? prove and punish! Abbot. My son! I did not speak of punishment, I leave to heaven,-"Vengeance is mine So saith the Lord, and with all humbleness holy men, Nor charm in prayer, nor purifying form 75 From out the unbounded spirit the quick Upon itself; there is no future pang All this is well; 85 up With calm assurance to that blessed place, taught; And all we can absolve thee shall be pardon'd. Man. When Rome's sixth emperor3 was near his last, The victim of a self-inflicted wound, 90 To shun the torments of a public death From senates once his slaves, a certain soldier, With show of loyal pity, would have The gushing throat with his officious robe; said 95 Some empire still in his expiring glance"It is too late-is this fidelity?" But penitence and pardon;-with thyself 60 Our institutions and our strong belief To higher hope and better thoughts; the Abbot. And what of this? I answer with the Roman It never can be so, 'Tis strange-even those who do despair 1 Romans, 12:19. 2 See Paradise Lost, 1, 254-55. 3 Nero, Emperor of Rome (54-68). See Sueto Yet shape themselves some fantasy on earth, To which frail twig they cling, like drowning men. Man. Ay-father! I have had those earthly visions, 105 And noble aspirations in my youth, To make my own the mind of other men, The enlightener of nations; and to rise I knew not whither-it might be to fall; But fall, even as the mountain-cataract, 110 Which, having leapt from its more dazzling height, Even in the foaming strength of its abyss (Which casts up misty columns that be come Clouds raining from the re-ascended skies), Lies low but mighty still.-But this is past, 155 115 My thoughts mistook themselves. And wherefore so? Man. I could not tame my nature down; Abbot. More than are number'd in the lists of Fate, Taking all shapes, and bearing many names. Look upon me! for even of all these things Have I partaken; and of all these things, One were enough; then wonder not that I Am what I am, but that I ever was, Or having been, that I am still on earth. Abbot. Yet, hear me still Man. Old man! I do respect Thine order, and revere thine years; I deem Abbot. This should have been a noble creature: he Hath all the energy which would have made A goodly frame of glorious elements, Had they been wisely mingled; as it is, It is an awful chaos-light and darkness, 165 And mind and dust, and passions and pure thoughts Mix'd, and contending without end or order, All dormant or destructive; he will perish, 170 Is to dare all things for a righteous end. |