With strange and dusky aspects; he was not Stood camels grazing, and some goodly steeds Were fasten'd near a fountain; and a And the remember'd chambers, and the place, The day, the hour, the sunshine, and the shade, As by the sickness of the soul; her mind Had wander'd from its dwelling, and her eyes 170 They had not their own lustre, but the look Which is not of the earth; she was become Like to the Pontic monarch of old days, He fed on poisons, and they had no power, But were a kind of nutriment; he lived Through that which had been death to many men, And made him friends of mountains: with the stars And the quick Spirit of the Universe IX 200 My dream was past; it had no further change. It was of a strange order, that the doom Of these two creatures should be thus traced out Almost like a reality - the one From lips that moved not and unbreathing frame, Like cavern'd winds, the hollow accents came. Saul saw, and fell to earth, as falls the oak, At once, and blasted by the thunder-stroke 'Why is my sleep disquieted? To thy heart thy hand shall guide: Crownless, breathless, headless fall, Son and sire, the house of Saul!' SEAHAM, February, 1815. 'ALL IS VANITY, SAITH THE PREACHER' FAME, wisdom, love, and power were mine, I strive to number o'er what days The serpent of the field, by art And spells, is won from harming; But that which coils around the heart, Oh! who hath power of charming? It will not list to wisdom's lore, Nor music's voice can lure it; But there it stings for evermore The soul that must endure it. SEAHAM, 1815. |