Raph. Enter RAPHAEL the Archangel. Spirits! Whose seat is near the throne, What do ye here? Is thus a seraph's duty to be shown, When earth must be alone? Return! Adore and burn In glorious homage with the elected "seven." The first and fairest of the sons of God, How long hath this been law, That earth by angels must be left untrod? Jehovah's footsteps not disdain her sod! For love; and oft have we obey'd And wherefore speak'st thou of destruction near? (1) [In the original MS. "Michael."-" I return you," says Lord Byron to Mr. M., "the revise, I have softened the part to which Gifford objected, and changed the name of Michael to Raphael, who was an angel of gentler sympathies." -B. Letters, July 6. 1822.] Raph. Had Samiasa and Azaziel been In their true place, with the angelic choir, They would have seen Jehovah's late decree, And not enquired their Maker's breath of me: And even the spirits' knowledge shall grow less For Blindness is the first-born of Excess. When all good angels left the world, ye stay'd, Stung with strange passions, and debased By mortal feelings for a mortal maid : But ye are pardon'd thus far, and replaced With your pure equals. Hence! away! away! Or stay, And lose eternity by that delay Aza. And thou! if earth be thus forbidden To us until this moment hidden, In being here? Raph. I came to call ye back to your fit sphere, In the great name and at the word of God. Dear, dearest in themselves, and scarce less dear That which I came to do: till now we trod Together the eternal space; together Let us still walk the stars. True, earth must die! Her race, return'd into her womb, must wither, And much which she inherits: but oh! why Cannot this earth be made, or be destroy'd, Our brother Satan fell; his burning will ye Seraphs! less mighty than that mightiest one, And think if tempting man can compensate Long have I warr'd, Long must I war With him who deem'd it hard To be created, and to acknowledge him Made him as suns to a dependent star, I loved him-beautiful he was: oh heaven! With him, or with his God, is in your choice: He hath not tempted you; he cannot tempt The angels, from his further snares exempt: But man hath listen'd to his voice, And ye to woman's-beautiful she is, The serpent's voice less subtle than her kiss. The snake but vanquish'd dust; but she will draw A second host from heaven, to break heaven's law. Yet, yet, oh fly! Ye cannot die; But they Shall pass away, While shall fill with shrieks the upper sky ye For perishable clay, Whose memory in your immortality Shall long outlast the sun which gave them day. Think how your essence differeth from theirs In all but suffering! why partake The agony to which they must be heirs Born to be plough'd with years, and sown with cares, And reap'd by Death, lord of the human soil? Even had their days been left to toil their path Through time to dust, unshorten'd by God's wrath, Still they are Evil's prey and Sorrow's spoil. Aho. Let them fly! I hear the voice which says that all must die An ocean is prepared, While from below The deep shall rise to meet heaven's overflow. It seems; and, of that few, the race of Cain And the eternal Lord For the remission of one hour of woe, Let us resign even what we have adored, And meet the wave, as we would meet the sword, If not unmoved, yet undismay'd, And wailing less for us than those who shall And, when the fatal waters are allay'd, And yours to live for ever: But which is best, a dead eternity, I would not keep this life of mine in clay Nor see ye lose a portion of his grace, Find still. And as your pinions bear ye back to heaven, Think that my love still mounts with thee on high, Samiasa! And if I look up with a tearless eye, 'Tis that an angel's bride disdains to weep,Farewell! Now rise, inexorable deep! Anah. And must we die? And must I lose thee too, Oh, Azaziel ? my heart! my heart! Thy prophecies were true! And yet thou wert so happy too! The blow, though not unlook'd for, falls as new: But yet depart ! |