Which clanged along the mountain's marble brow- FRAGMENT IV. THOU art the wine whose drunkenness is all Catch thee, and feed from their o'erflowing bowls Thousands who thirst for thy ambrosial dew; Thou art the radiance which where ocean rolls Investeth it; and when the heavens are blue Its deserts and its mountains, till they wear Beauty like some bright robe;-thou ever soarest Among the towers of men, and as soft air In spring, which moves the unawakened forest, Clothing with leaves its branches bare and bleak, Thou floatest among men; and aye implorest That which from thee they should implore:-the weak Alone kneel to thee, offering up the hearts seek A garment whom thou clothest not? MARLOW, 1817. MARIANNE'S DREAM. A PALE dream came to a Lady fair, I know the secrets of the air; And things are lost in the glare of day, And thou shalt know of things unknown, The veiny lids, whose fringe is thrown At first all deadly shapes were driven And o'er the vast cope of bending heaven And the Lady ever looked to spy And as towards the east she turned, The sky was blue as the summer sea, The air was calm as it could be, ́ There was no sight nor sound of dread, The Lady grew sick with a weight of fear, And veiled her eyes; she then did hear And looked abroad if she might know Of the blood in her own veins, to and fro. There was a mist in the sunless air, Which shook as it were with an earthquake's shock, But the very weeds that blossomed there Were moveless, and each mighty rock Stood on its basis steadfastly; The Anchor was seen no more on high. But piled around with summits hid On two dread mountains, from whose crest, And columns framed of marble white, Shot o'er the vales, or lustre lent But still the Lady heard that clang Among the mountains shook alway, So that the Lady's heart beat fast, Sudden from out that city sprung A light that made the earth grow red; Two flames that each with quivering tongue Licked its high domes, and over-head Among those mighty towers and fanes Dropped fire, as a volcano rains Its sulphurous ruin on the plains. And hark! a rush, as if the deep A raging flood descend, and wind And now those raging billows came The waves were fiercely vomited From every tower and every dome, |