THE BURDEN OF NINEVEH. IN our Museum galleries To-day I lingered o'er the prize Dead Greece vouchsafes to living eyes, Her Art for ever in fresh wise From hour to hour rejoicing me. Once more the London dirt and din ; A human face the creature wore, And hoofs behind and hoofs before, And flanks with dark runes fretted o'er. 'Twas bull, 'twas mitred Minotaur, A dead disbowelled mystery : The mummy of a buried faith Stark from the charnel without scathe, The print of its first rush-wrapping, What song did the brown maidens sing, When that was woven languidly? What vows, what rites, what prayers preferr'd, What songs has the strange image heard? In what blind vigil stood interr'd For ages, till an English word Broke silence first at Nineveh ? Oh when upon each sculptured court, A living face looked in to see :- As though the shaft the string forsook, And there was life in Nineveh? On London stones our sun anew The beast's recovered shadow threw. (No shade that plague of darkness knew, No light, no shade, while older grew By ages the old earth and sea.) Lo thou! could all thy priests have shown And still thy shadow is thine own, Even as of yore in Nineveh. That day whereof we keep record, Even thus this shadow that I see. For prayer, from fifteen days of flame, Within thy shadow, haply, once Smote him between the altar-stones : Of gold, her incense brought to thee, In love for grace, in war for aid: Ay, and who else? . . . . till 'neath thy shade Last year the Christian knelt and pray'd Not to thy strength-in Nineveh.* Now, thou poor god, within this hall Where the blank windows blind the wall From pedestal to pedestal, The kind of light shall on thee fall Which London takes the day to be: While school-foundations in the act Of holiday, three files compact, Shall learn to view thee as a fact Connected with that zealous tract: 'ROME,-Babylon and Nineveh.' During the excavations, the Tiyari workmen held their services in the shadow of the great bulls.-(Layard's ' Nineveh,' ch. ix.) Deemed they of this, those worshippers, When, in some mythic chain of verse Which man shall not again rehearse, The faces of thy ministers Yearned pale with bitter ecstasy? Greece, Egypt, Rome,-did any god Before whose feet men knelt unshod Deem that in this unblest abode Another scarce more unknown god Should house with him, from Nineveh ? Ah! in what quarries lay the stone Ah! what is here that does not lie All strange to thine awakened eye? Ah! what is here can testify (Save that dumb presence of the sky) Unto thy day and Nineveh ? Why, of those mummies in the room |