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I am the spirit of the place,
Could make the mountain bow And quiver to his cavern'd base
And what with me wouldst Thou?
Voice of the THIRD SPIRIT. In the blue depth of the waters,
Where the wave hath no strife,
And the sea-snake hath life,
hair with shells, Like the storm on the surface
Came the sound of thy spells: O'er my
calm Hall of Coral The deep echo roll’dTo the Spirit of Ocean
Thy wishes unfold !
The hurricane I left behind
Is yet with lightning warm ;
I swept upon the blast;
'Twill sink ere night be past.
My dwelling is the shadow of the night,
The star which rules thy destiny
The SEVEN SPIRITS.
Earth, ocean, air, night, mountains, winds, thy star,
Are at thy beck and bidding, Child of Clay!
What wouldst thou with us, son of mortals—say?
Man. Of that which is within me : read it there ;-
Spirit. We can but give thee that which we possess : Ask of us subjects, sovereignty, the power
140 O’er earth, the whole, or portion, or a sign Which shall control the elements, whereof We are the dominators: each and all, These shall be thine. Man. .
Spirit. It is not in our essence, in our skill ;
Will death bestow it on me?
what I am. Spirit. We answer as we answer'd; our reply Is even in thine own words.
Why say ye so?
We have replied in telling thee, the thing
Man. I then have call’d ye from your realms in vain ;
Man. Accursed! what have I to do with days?
service; Bethink thee, is there then no other gift Which we can make not worthless in thine eyes ?
Man. No, none : yet stay-one moment, ere we partI would behold ye face to face. I hear Your voices, sweet and melancholy sounds, As music on the waters; and I see The steady aspect of a clear large star; But nothing more. Approach me as ye are, Or one, or all, in your accustom'd forms.
Man. I have no choice ; there is no form on earth
Seventh Spirit (appearing in the shape of a beautiful female figure). Behold! Man.
O God! if it be thus, and thou Art not a madness and a mockery, I yet might be most happy. I will clasp thee,
190 And we again will be-
[The figure vanishes. My heart is crush'd.
[MANFRED falls senseless. A voice is heard in the Incantation which follows.
When the moon is on the wave,
And the glow-worm in the grass,
And the wisp on the morass;
Though thy slumber may be deep,
Though thou seest me not pass by,
And a magic voice and verse