Earth yawned; he stood the centre of a cloud: Light changed its hue, retiring from his shroud. Death stood all glassy in his fixed eye; His hand was withered, and his veins were dry; His foot, in bony whiteness, glittered there, Saul saw, and fell to earth, as falls the oak, At once, and blasted by the thunder-stroke. II. "Why is my sleep disquieted? "Who is he that calls the dead? "Is it thou, Oh King? Behold "Bloodless are these limbs, and cold: "Such are mine; and such shall be "Thine, to-morrow, when with me: "Ere the coming day is done, "Such shalt thou be, such thy son. "Fare thee well, but for a day; "Then we mix our mouldering clay. "Thou, thy race, lie pale and low, "Pierced by shafts of many a bow; "And the falchion by thy side "To thy heart, thy hand shall guide: "Crownless, breathless, headless fall, "Son and sire, the house of Saul !” "ALL IS VANITY, SAITH THE PREACHER." I. FAME, wisdom, love, and power were mine, My goblets blushed from every vine, And lovely forms caressed me; I sunned my heart in beauty's eyes, And felt my soul grow tender; All earth can give, or mortal prize, II. I strive to number o'er what days Remembrance can discover, Which all that life or earth displays There rose no day, there rolled no hour Of pleasure unembittered; And not a trapping decked my power That galled not while it glittered. VOL. IV. N |