"The rustle of those ample skirts about "Or I have dream'd."-"Yes," said the supreme shape, "Thou hast dream'd of me; and awaking up "Didst find a lyre all golden by thy side, 60 "Whose strings touch'd by thy fingers, all the vast "Unwearied ear of the whole universe 65 "Listen'd in pain and pleasure at the birth "Of such new tuneful wonder. Is't not strange 70 75 "That thou shouldst weep, so gifted? Tell me, youth, "What sorrow thou canst feel; for I am sad "When thou dost shed a tear: explain thy griefs "To one who in this lonely isle hath been "The watcher of thy sleep and hours of life, "From the young day when first thy infant hand "Pluck'd witless the weak flowers, till thine arm "Could bend that bow heroic to all times. "Show thy heart's secret to an ancient Power "Who hath forsaken old and sacred thrones "For prophecies of thee, and for the sake "Of loveliness new born."-Apollo then, With sudden scrutiny and gloomless eyes, Thus answer'd, while his white melodious throat Throbb'd with the syllables.-"Mnemosyne ! "Thy name is on my tongue, I know not how; "Why should I tell thee what thou so well seest? "Why should I strive to show what irom thy lips "Would come no mystery? For me, dark, dark, "And painiul vile oblivion seals my eyes: "I strive to search where ore I am so sad, "Until a melancholy numbs my limbs; "And then upon the grass I sit, and moan, 80 85 90 "Like one who once had wings.-O why should I "Feel curs'd and thwarted, when the liegeless air "Yields to my step aspirant? why should I "Spurn the green turf as hateful to my feet? "Goddess benign, point forth some unknown thing: 95 "Are there not other regions than this isle ? "What are the stars? There is the sun, the sun! "And the most patient brilliance of the moon! "And stars by thousands! Point me out the way "To any one particular beauteous star, "And I will flit into it with my lyre, "And make its silvery splendour pant with bliss. "I have heard the cloudy thunder: Where is power? "Whose hand, whose essence, what divinity "Makes this alarum in the elements, "While I here idle listen on the shores "In fearless yet in aching ignorance? 66 100 105 "O tell me, lonely Goddess, by thy harp, 110 "Names, deeds, grey legends, dire events, rebellions, "Majesties, sovran voices, agonies, 115 "Creations and destroyings, all at once "Pour into the wide hollows of my brain, 120 Soon wild commotions shook him, and made flush 125 Most like the struggle at the gate of death; Her arms as one who prophesied.—At length HYPERION, A VISION: ATTEMPTED RECONSTRUCTION OF THE POEM. FANATICS have their dreams, wherewith they weave But bare of laurel they live, dream, and die; 130 135 5 With the fine spell of words alone can save ΤΟ And dumb enchantment. Who alive can say, "Thou art no Poet-may'st not tell thy dreams?” Since every man whose soul is not a clod Hath visions and would speak, if he had loved, And been well nurtured in his mother tongue. 15 Whether the dream now purpos'd to rehearse Methought I stood where trees of every clime, For empty shells were scatter'd on the grass, Thrice emptied could pour forth at banqueting, 20 25 30 35 More yearning than on earth I ever felt, 40 And, after not long, thirsted; for thereby Sipp'd by the wander'd bee, the which I took, And pledging all the mortals of the world, And all the dead whose names are in our lips, 45 Drank. That full draught is parent of my theme. No Asian poppy nor elixir fine Of the soon-fading, jealous, Caliphat, No poison gender'd in close monkish cell, To thin the scarlet conclave of old men, 50 The cloudy swoon came on, and down I sank, 55 How long I slumber'd 'tis a chance to guess. As if with wings, but the fair trees were gone, 60 Might spread beneath as o'er the stars of heaven. 65 Of grey cathedrals, buttress'd walls, rent towers, Or Nature's rocks toil'd hard in waves and winds, 75 Or in that place the moth could not corrupt, Turning from these with awe, once more I raised My eyes to fathom the space every way: The embossed roof, the silent massy range 80 |