The Revolt of Islam/Canto 9
Canto Ninth.
I."That night we anchored in a woody bay,And sleep no more around us dared to hoverThan, when all doubt and fear has past away,It shades the couch of some unresting lover,Whose heart is now at rest: thus night past overIn mutual joy:—around, a forest grewOf poplars and dark oaks, whose shade did coverThe waning stars prankt in the waters blue,And trembled in the wind which from the morning flew.
II."The joyous mariners, and each free maiden,Now brought from the deep forest many a bough,With woodland spoil most innocently laden;Soon wreathes of budding foliage seemed to flowOver the mast and sails, the stern and prowWere canopied with blooming boughs,—the whileOn the slant sun's path o'er the waves we goRejoicing, like the dwellers of an isleDoomed to pursue those waves that cannot cease to smile,
III."The many ships spotting the dark blue deepWith snowy sails, fled fast as our's came nigh,In fear and wonder; and on every steepThousands did gaze, they heard the startling cry,Like earth's own voice lifted unconquerablyTo all her children, the unbounded mirth,The glorious joy of thy name—Liberty!They heard!—As o'er the mountains of the earthFrom peak to peak leap on the beams of morning's birth:
IV."So from that cry over the boundless hills,Sudden was caught one universal sound,Like a volcano's voice, whose thunder fillsRemotest skies,—such glorious madness foundA path thro' human hearts with stream which drownedIts struggling fears and cares, dark custom's brood,They knew not whence it came, but felt aroundA wide contagion poured—they called aloudOn Liberty—that name lived on the sunny flood.
V."We reached the port—alas! from many spiritsThe wisdom which had waked that cry, was fled,Like the brief glory which dark Heaven inheritsFrom the false dawn, which fades e'er it is spread,Upon the night's devouring darkness shed:Yet soon bright day will burst—even like a chasmOf fire, to burn the shrouds outworn and dead,Which wrap the world; a wide enthusiasm,To cleanse the fevered world as with an earthquake's spasm!
VI."I walked thro' the great City then, but freeFrom shame or fear; those toil-worn MarinersAnd happy Maidens did encompass me;And like a subterrancan wind that stirsSome forest among caves, the hopes and fearsFrom every human soul, a murmur strangeMade as I past; and many wept, with tearsOf joy and awe, and winged thoughts did range,And half-extinguished words, which prophesied of change.
VII."For, with strong speech I tore the veil that hidNature, and Truth, and Liberty, and Love,—As one who from some mountain's pyramid,Points to the unrisen sun!—the shades approveHis truth, and flee from every stream and grove.Thus, gentle thoughts did many a bosom fill,—Wisdom, the mail of tried affections woveFor many a heart, and tameless scorn of ill,Thrice steeped in molten steel the unconquerable will.
VIII."Some said I was a maniac wild and lost;Some, that I scarce had risen from the graveThe Prophet's virgin bride, a heavenly ghost:—Some said, I was a fiend from my weird cave,Who had stolen human shape, and o'er the wave,The forest, and the mountain came;—some saidI was the child of God, sent down to saveWomen from bonds and death, and on my headThe burthen of their sins would frightfully be laid.
IX."But soon my human words found sympathyIn human hearts: the purest and the best,As friend with friend made common cause with me,And they were few, but resolute;—the rest,Ere yet success the enterprise had blest,Leagued with me in their hearts;—their meals, their slumber,Their[errata 1] hourly occupations were possest.By hopes which I had arm'd to overnumber,Those hosts of meaner cares, which life's strong wings encumber.
X."But chiefly women, whom my voice did wakenFrom their cold, careless, willing slavery,Sought me: one truth their dreary prison has shaken,—They looked around, and lo! they became free!Their many tyrants sitting desolatelyIn slave-deserted halls, could none restrain;For wrath's red fire had withered in the eye,Whose lightning once was death,—nor fear, nor gainCould tempt one captive now to lock another's chain.
XI."Those who were sent to bind me, wept, and feltTheir minds outsoar the bonds which clasped them round,Even as a waxen shape may waste and meltIn the white furnace; and a visioned swound,A pause of hope and awe the City bound,Which, like the silence of a tempest's birth,When in its awful shadow it has wound[errata 2]The sun, the wind, the ocean, and the earth,Hung terrible, ere yet the lightnings have leapt forth.
XII."Like clouds inwoven in the silent sky,By winds from distant regions meeting there,In the high name of truth and liberty,Around the City millions gathered were,By hopes which sprang from many a hidden lair;Words, which the lore of truth in hues of graceArrayed, thine own wild songs which in the airLike homeless odours floated, and the nameOf thee, and many a tongue which thou hadst dipped in flame.
XIII."The Tyrant knew his power was gone, but Fear,The nurse of Vengeance, bade him wait the event—That perfidy and custom, gold and prayer,And whatsoe'er, when force is impotent,To fraud the scepter of the world has lent,Might, as he judged, confirm his failing sway.Therefore throughout the streets, the Priests he sentTo curse the rebels.—To their gods did theyFor Earthquake, Plague, and Want, kneel in the public way.
XIV."And grave and hoary men were bribed to tellFrom seats were law is made the slave of wrong,How glorious Athens in her splendour fell,Because her sons were free,—and that amongMankind, the many to the few belong,By Heaven, and Nature, and Necessity.They said, that age was truth, and that the youngMarred with wild hopes the peace of slavery,With which old times and men had quelled the vain and free.
XV."And with the falsehood of their poisonous lipsThey breathed on the enduring memoryOf sages and of bards a brief eclipse;There was one teacher, who, necessityHad armed, with strength and wrong against mankind,His slave and his avenger aye to be;That we were weak and sinful, frail and blind,And that the will of one was peace, and weShould seek for nought on earth but toil and misery.
XVI."'For thus we might avoid the hell hereafter,'So spake the hypocrites, who cursed and lied;Alas, their sway was past, and tears and laughterClung to their hoary hair, withering the prideWhich in their hollow hearts dared still abide;And yet obscener slaves with smoother brow,And sneers on their strait lips, thin, blue and wide,Said, that the rule of men was over now,And hence, the subject world to woman's will must bow;
XVII."And gold was scattered thro' the streets, and wineFlowed at a hundred feasts within the wall.In vain the steady towers in Heaven did shineAs they were wont, nor at the priestly call,Left Plague her banquet in the Æthiop's hall,Nor Famine from the rich man's portal came,Where at her case she ever preys on allWho throng to kneel for food: nor fear nor shame,Nor faith, nor discord, dimmed hope's newly kindled flame.
XVIII."For gold was as a god whose faith beganTo fade, so that its worshippers were few,And Faith itself, which in the heart of manGives shape, voice, name, to spectral Terror, knewIts downfall, as the altars lonelier grew,Till the Priests stood alone within the fane;The shafts of falsehood unpolluting flew,And the cold sneers of calumny were vain,The union of the free with discord's brand to stain.
XIX."The rest thou knowest—Lo! we two are here—We have survived a ruin wide and deep—Strange thoughts are mine.—I cannot grieve or fear,Sitting with thee upon this lonely steepI smile, tho' human love should make me weep.We have survived a joy that knows no sorrow,And I do feel a mighty calmness creepOver my heart, which can no longer borrowIts hues from chance or change, dark children of to-morrow.
XX."We know not what will come—yet Laon, dearest,Cythna shall be the prophetess of love,Her lips shall rob thee of the grace thou wearest,To hide thy heart, and clothe the shapes which roveWithin the homeless future's wintry grove;For I now, sitting thus beside thee, seemEven with thy breath and blood to live and move,And violence and wrong are as a dreamWhich rolls from stedfast truth an unreturning stream..
XXI."The blasts of autumn drive the winged seedsOver the earth,—next come the snows, and rain,And frosts, and storms, which dreary winter leadsOut of his Scythian cave, a savage train;Behold! Spring sweeps over the world again,Shedding soft dew's from her ætherial wings;Flowers on the mountains, fruits over the plain,And music on the waves and woods she flings,And love on all that lives, and calm on lifeless things.
XXII."O Spring, of hope, and love, and youth, and gladnessWind-winged emblem! brightest, best and fairest!Whence comest thou, when, with dark winter's sadnessThe tears that fade in sunny smiles thou sharest;Sister of joy, thou art the child who wearest[errata 3]Thy mother's dying smile, tender and sweet;Thy mother Autumn, for whose grave thou bearestFresh flowers, and beams like flowers, with gentle feet,Disturbing not the leaves which are her winding-sheet,
XXIII."Virtue, and Hope, and Love, like light and Heaven,Surround the world.—We are their chosen slaves,Has not the whirlwind of our spirit drivenTruth's deathless germs to thought's remotest caves?Lo, Winter comes!—the grief of many graves,The frost of death, the tempest of the sword,The flood of tyranny, whose sanguine wavesStagnate like ice at Faith, the inclianter's word,And bind all human hearts in its repose abhorred,
XXIV."The seeds are sleeping in the soil: meanwhileThe tyrant peoples dungeons with his prey,Pale victims on the guarded scaffold smileBecause they cannot speak; and, day by day,The moon of wasting Science wanes awayAmong her stars, and in that darkness vastThe sons of earth to their foul idols pray,And grey Priests triumph, and like blight or blastA shade of selfish care o'er human looks is cast.
XXV."This is the winter of the world;—and hereWe die, even as the winds of Autunin fade,Expiring in the frore and foggy air.—Behold Spring comes, tho' we must pass, who madeThe promise of its birth,—even as the shadeWhich from our death, as from a mountain, flingsThe future, a broad sunrise; thus arrayedAs with the plumes of overshadowing wings,From its dark gulph of chains, Earth like an eagle springs.
XXVI."O dearest love! we shall be dead and coldBefore this morn may on the world arise;Wouldst thou the glory of its dawn behold?Alas! gaze not on me, but turn thine eyesOn thine own heart—it is a paradiseWhich everlasting spring has made its own,And while drear Winter fills the naked skies,Sweet streams of sunny thought, and flowers fresh blown,Are there, and weave their sounds and odours into one.
XXVII."In their own hearts the earnest of the hopeWhich made them great, the good will ever find;And tho' some envious shade may interlopeBetween the effect and it, one comes behind,Who aye the future to the past will bind—Necessity, whose sightless strength foreverEvil with evil, good with good must windIn bands of union, which no power may sever:They must bring forth their kind, and be divided never!
XXVIII."The good and mighty of departed agesAre in their graves, the innocent and free,Heroes, and Poets, and prevailing Sages,Who leave the vesture of their majestyTo adorn and clothe this naked world;—and weAre like to them—such perish, but they leaveAll hope, or love, or truth, or liberty,Whose forms their mighty spirits could conceiveTo be a rule and law to ages that survive.
XXIX."So be the turf heaped over our remainsEven in our happy youth, and that strange lot,Whate'er it be, when in these mingling veinsThe blood is still, be ours; let sense and thoughtPass from our being, or be numbered notAmong the things that are; let those who comeBehind, for whom our stedfast will has boughtA calm inheritance, a glorious doom,Insult with careless tread, our undivided tomb.
XXX."Our many thoughts and deeds, our life and love,Our happiness, and all that we have been,Immortally must live, and burn and move,When we shall be no more;—the world has seenA type of peace; and as some most sereneAnd lovely spot to a poor maniac's eye,After long years, some sweet and moving sceneOf youthful hope returning suddenly,Quells his long madness—thus man shall remember thee.
XXXI."And Calumny meanwhile shall feed on us,As worms devour the dead, and near the throneAnd at the altar, most accepted thusShall sneers and curses be;—what we have doneNone shall dare vouch, tho' it be truly known;That record shall remain, when they must passWho built their pride on its oblivion;And fame, in human hope which sculptured was,Survive the perished scrolls of unenduring brass.
XXXII."The while we two, beloved, must depart,And Sense and Reason, those inchanters fair,Whose wand of power is hope, would bid the heartThat gazed beyond the wormy grave despair:These eyes, these lips, this blood, seems darkly thereTo fade in hideous ruin; no calm sleepPeopling with golden dreams the stagnant air,Seems our obscure and rotting eyes to steepIn joy;—but senseless death—a ruin dark and deep!
XXXIII."These are blind fancies—reason cannot knowWhat sense can neither feel, nor thought conceive;There is delusion in the world—and woe,And fear, and pain—we know not whence we live,Or why, or how, or what mute Power may giveTheir being to each plant, and star, and beast,Or even these thoughts:—Come near me! I do weaveA chain I cannot break—I am possestWith thoughts too swift and strong for one lone human breast.
XXXIV."Yes, yes—thy kiss is sweet, thy lips are warm—O! willingly beloved, would these eyes,Might they no more drink being from thy form,Even as to sleep whence we again arise,Close their faint orbs in death: I fear nor prizeAught that can now betide, unshared by thee—Yes, Love when wisdom fails makes Cythna wise:Darkness and death, if death be true, must beDearer than life and hope, if unenjoyed with thee.
XXXV."Alas, our thoughts flow on with stream, whose watersReturn not to their fountain—Earth and Heaven,The Ocean and the Sun, the clouds their daughters,Winter, and Spring, and Morn, and Noon, and Even,All that we are or know, is darkly drivenTowards one gulph—Lo! what a change is comeSince I first spake—but time shall be forgiven,Tho' it change all but thee!"—She ceased, night's gloomMeanwhile had fallen on earth from the sky's sunless dome.
XXXVI.Tho' she had ceased, her countenance upliftedTo Heaven, still spake, with solemn glory bright;Her dark deep eyes, her lips, whose motions giftedThe air they breathed with love, her locks undight;"Fair star of life and love," I cried, "my soul's delight,Why lookest thou on the crystalline skies?O, that my spirit were yon Heaven of night,Which gazes on thee with its thousand eyes!"She turned to me and smiled—that smile was Paradise!