d each is tortured in his separate hell- we are crowded in our solitudes

my, but each divided by the wall,

ich echoes Madness in her babbling moods ;ile all can hear, none heed his neighbour's callne! save that One, the veriest wretch of all, o was not made to be the mate of these, r bound between Distraction and Disease. el I not wroth with those who placed me here? o have debased me in the minds of men, Darring me the usage of my own,

ghting my life in best of its career,

anding my thoughts as things to shun and fear? uld I not pay them back these pangs again, d teach them inward sorrow's stifled groan? e struggle to be calm, and cold distress, ich undermines our Stoical success? !-still too proud to be vindictive-I ve pardon'd princes' insults, and would die. s, Sister of my Sovereign! for thy sake eed all bitterness from out my breast, math no business where thou art a guest;

y

V.

Look on a love which knows not to despair,
But all unquench'd is still my better part,
Dwelling deep in my shut and silent heart
As dwells the gather'd lightning in its cloud,
Encompass'd with its dark and rolling shroud,
Till struck,-forth flies the all-ethereal dart!
And thus at the collision of thy name
The vivid thought still flashes through my frame,
And for a moment all things as they were
Flit by me; they are gone-I am the same.
And yet my love without ambition grew;
I knew thy state, my station, and I knew
A princess was no love-mate for a bard;
I told it not, I breathed it not, it was
Sufficient to itself, its own reward;
And if my eyes reveal'd it, they, alas!
Were punish'd by the silentness of thine,
And yet I did not venture to repine.
Thou wert to me a crystal-girded shrine,
Worshipp'd at holy distance, and around
Hallow'd and meekly kiss'd the saintly ground;
Not for thou wert a princess, but that Love
Had robed thee with a glory, and array'd
Thy lineaments in beauty that dismay'd-
Oh! not dismay'd-but awed, like One above;

nd in that sweet severity there was something which all softness did surpassknow not how-thy genius master'd miney star stood still before thee:-if it were resumptuous thus to love without design, hat sad fatality hath cost me dear;

ut thou art dearest still, and I should be
it for this cell, which wrongs me, but for thee.
he very love which lock'd me to my chain
lath lighten'd half its weight; and for the rest,
Though heavy, lent me vigour to sustain,

And look to thee with undivided breast,
And foil the ingenuity of Pain.

t is no marvel-from my very birth

My soul was drunk with love, which did pervade And mingle with whate'er I saw on earth;

Of objects all inanimate I made

Idols, and out of wild and lonely flowers,
And rocks, whereby they grew, a paradise,
Where I did lay me down within the shade
Of waving trees, and dream'd uncounted hours,
Though I was chid for wandering; and the wise
Shook their white aged heads o'er me, and said
Of such materials wretched men were made,

And such a truant boy would end in woe,
And that the only lesson was a blow;

And then they smote me, and I did not weep,
But cursed them in my heart, and to my haunt
Return'd and wept alone, and dream'd again
The visions which arise without a sleep.
And with my years my soul began to pant
With feelings of strange tumult and soft pain;
And the whole heart exhaled into One Want,
But undefined and wandering, till the day
I found the thing I sought-and that was thee;
And then I lost my being all to be

Absorb'd in thine-the world was past away-
Thou didst annihilate the earth to me!

VII.

I loved all solitude-but little thought
To spend I know not what of life, remote
From all communion with existence, save
The maniac and his tyrant; had I been
Their fellow, many years ere this had seen
My mind like theirs corrupted to its grave,
But who hath seen me writhe, or heard me rave?
Perchance in such a cell we suffer more
Than the wreck'd sailor on his desert shore;
The world is all before him-mine is here,
Scarce twice the space they must accord my

bier.

hat though he perish, he may lift his eye nd with a dying glance upbraid the skywill not raise my own in such reproof, Ithough 'tis clouded by my dungeon roof.

et do I feel at times my mind decline, ut with a sense of its decay :-I see nwonted lights along my prison shine, nd a strange demon, who is vexing me ith pilfering pranks and petty pains, below he feeling of the healthful and the free; at much to One, who long hath suffer'd so, ckness of heart, and narrowness of place, nd all that may be borne, or can debase. hought mine enemies had been but man, at spirits may be leagued with them-all Earth bandons-Heaven forgets me;-in the dearth such defence the Powers of Evil can, may be, tempt me further, and prevail gainst the outworn creature they assail. hy in this furnace is my spirit proved ke steel in tempering fire? because I loved? cause I loved what not to love, and see, as more or less than mortal, and than me.