Arn. (to the Soldiers.) Leave your arms; ye have Alive or dead, thou essence of all beauty, Had I a knife even; but it matters not- No injury!-and made my father's house [She raises her eyes to Heaven, folds her robe Arn. 1 swear. Hold! hold! Olimp. Spare thine already forfeit soul A perjury for which even hell would lathe thee. I know thee. Arn. I love but thee! You have his heart, and yet it was no soft one. Faint flutter life disputes with death. He hath an ignorant audience. Arn. (without attending to him.) Yes! her heart beats. Alas! that the first beat of the only heart I ever wish'd to beat with mine should vibrate Cæs. A sage reflection, But somewhat late i' the day. Where shall we bear her? I say she lives. Then she is dead! Arn. Cæs. Bah! bah! You are so No, thou know'st me not; I am not Convey her into the Colonna palace, Olimp. I judge thee by thy mates; It is for God to judge thee as thou art. I see thee purple with the blood of Rome; Take mine, 'tis all thou e'er shalt have of me! And here, upon the marble of this temple, Where the baptismal font baptized me God's, Cæs. Come, then! raise her up Arn. Softly! We will But, if you rue it after, blame not me. The spirit of her life I am almost enamor'd of her, as Of old the angels of her earliest sex. 3. And when the spring comes with her host Of flowers, that flower beloved the most Shrinks from the crowd that may confuse Her heavenly odor and virgin hues. 4. Pluck the others, but still remember Enter CESAR. Cas. (singing.) The wars are all over, But his armor is rusty, And the veteran grows crusty, As he yawns in the hall; He drinks-but what's drinking? A mere pause from thinking! No bugle awakes him with life-and-death call CHORUS. But the hound bayeth loudly, The boar's in the wood, And the falcon longs proudly To spring from her hood: On the wrist of the noble She sits like a crest, And the air is in trouble With birds from their nest Cas. Oh! shadow of glory! But the chase hath no story. Her hero no star, Since Nimrod the founder Of empire and chase, Who made the woods wonder When the lion was young, In the pride of his might, Then 'twas sport for the strong To embrace him in fight; To go forth, with a pine For a spear 'gainst the mammoth, At the foaming behemoth; As towers in our time, CHORUS. But the wars are over, Have sought their home: They are happy, and we rejoice; Let their hearts have an echo from every voice [Exeunt the Peasantry, singing HEAVEN AND EARTH; A MYSTERY, FOUNDED ON THE FOLLOWING PASSAGE IN GENESIS, CHAP. VI. "And it came to pass.... that the sons of God saw the daughters of men that they were fair; and they took them And woman wailing for her demon lover."-Coleridge. DRAMATIS PERSONÆ. Angels.-SAMIASA. AZAZIEL. RAPHAEL the Archangel. Men.-NOAH and his Sons. Women.-ANAH. AHOLIBAMAH Unto some son of clay, and toil and spiz Chorus of Spirits of the Earth.-Chorus of Mortals. Marry, and bring forth dust! PART I. SCENE I. Anah. I am glad he is not. I can not outlive him, Will one day hover o'er the sepulchre Of the poor child of clay which so adored him, A woody and mountainous district near Mount Ara- His grief will be of ages, or at least' rat.-Time, Midnight. Enter ANAH and AHOLIBAMAH. Mine would be such for him, were I the seraph, Aho. Anah. OUR father sleeps: it is the hour when they Of Earth, and love her as he once loved Anah Who love us are accustom'd to descend Through the deep clouds o'er rocky Ararat : How my heart beats! Aho. Our invocation. Let us proceed upon But the stars are hidden. Albeit thou watchest with "the seven Though through space infinite and hoary Oh! think of her who holds thee dear! Thou canst not tell,-and never be Except in love, and there thou must Acknowledge that more loving dust Ne'er wept beneath the skies. Thou walk'st thy many worlds, thou see'st The face of him who made thee great, As he hath made me of the least Of those cast out from Eden's gate: Oh hear ! For thou hast loved me, and I would not die That thou foget'st in thine eternity Her whose heart death could not keep from o'erflowing For thee, immortal essence as thou art! An Eden kept afar from sight, Though sometimes with our visions blent. Which tells me we are not abandon'd quite.- My own Azaziel! be but here, And leave the stars to their own light. Samiasa! Whereso'er Who made all empires, empire; or recalling Whose tenants dying, while their world is falling, I call thee, I await thee, and I love thee. Many may worship thee, that will I not. If that thy spirit down to mine may move thee, Though I be form'd of clay, More bright than those of day Thine immortality can not repay My love. There is a ray • The archangels said to be seven in number. In me, which, though forbidden yet to shine, I feel was lighted at thy God's and thine. It may be hidden long: death and decay Our mother Eve bequeath'd us-but my heart Defies it: though this life must pass away, Is that a cause for thee and me to part? Thou art immortal-so am I: I feel I feel my immortality o'ersweep All pains, all tears, all time, all fears, and peal, I know not, nor would know; That secret rests with the Almighty giver Who folds in clouds the fonts of bliss and wo But thee and me he never can destroy; Change as he may, but not o'erwhelm; we are Of as eternal essence and must war With him if he will war with us: with thee I can share all things, even immortal sorrow: For thou hast ventured to share life with me, And shall I shrink from thine eternity? No! though the serpent's sting should pierce me through, And thou thyself wert like the serpent coil And curse thee not; but hold A mortal's love Japh Irad. Japh. But she loves thee not. Alas! Irad. And proud Aholibamah spurns me also. Irad. But evil things will be thy foe the more Japh. I must proceed alone. No, neither, Irad: Then peace be with thee! Japh (solus.) Peace! I have sought it where i In love with love, too, which perhaps deserved it Let her keep her pride, And, in its stead, a heaviness of heart Mine hath enabled me to bear her scorn: Find joy in such a thought? Canst thou Nor joy nor sorrow, She loves another. Japh. Irad. A weakness of the spirit-listless days, Have come upon me. Peace! what peace? the calm The sweeping tempest through its groaning boughs; Of my mind overworn. The earth's grown wicked Anah ! Japh. What other? No; her sister. To perishable beings. Oh, my Anah! That I know not; but her air, The elements; this bosom, which in vain If not her words, tells me she loves another. For being happy, Hath beat for thee, and then will beat more vainly, Noah. What doth he there? It is an evil spot Upon an earth all evil; for things worse Than even wicked men resort there: he Still loves this daughter of a fated race, Although he could not wed her if she loved him, And that she doth not. Oh, the unhappy hearts Of men! that one of my blood, knowing well The destiny and evil of these days, And that the hour approacheth, should indulge In such forbidden yearnings! Lead the way; Sooth further my sad spirit He must be sought for! With gloom as sad: it is a hopeless spot, Shem. I will seek Japhet. Noah. What would'st thou there? Wherefore so? Strange sounds and sights have peopled it with All evil things are powerless on the man terrors. |