Methought I was the sovereign lord PART III. Little wot I how days sped on : That bliss was mine; it did enshrine Bound up in thoughts of gentlest love And gentlest courtesie. Ever that fairest Queen and I Our sweet communion held When converse was withheld. A magic in her look, A magic in her silent thought Of more than speech partook O, would her speaking looks and words Why should I try, with erring pen PART IV. That palace deep within the rock- No windows were, but lamps that did Sometimes within the cavern's depths In crystal cell, that but to tell But the visions reign within my brain, That melted in the sound. "Ah, me!" quoth she, "that mortal ear Must learn the coming ill, To mar the present happiness, And love, must rest on one Of mortal men, whose chasten'd soul Nor dangers ever shun. O would thyself that mortal were- And whomsoe'er they find, By signs themselves alone do know, Have here their days of trial pass'd, "If, for the destined space of time, Nor wayward will incline, Around the walls of the sculptur'd halls, "If love, unblemish'd by a stain, Where silver birds did sing. Gardens there were, with stately trees, Such as were never seen; And tinged the leaves of the golden trees Here pearl and topaz bright, And bending stems were rich with gems, And overspread, like stars, o'erhead, VOL. XXXV. NO. CCXXI. Thy fancy truly guide Even to the end, (it draweth nigh,) Is thine, an undecaying life, And I thy Queen, thy bride. "If great the fault, thou must it rue If slight, thou must from hence be cast, Thy courage may sustain ; And, oh! be faithful love thy guide, PART V. Her words sank to my inmost soul: I would have made reply 2 X But a serpent roll'd round the fruit of gold, And hissing pass'd me by: And chilling the light of the garden bright, A shadow cross'd mine eye. I looked down, I looked up, I could not sleep, but rose and paced I reach'd a cavern ; vast it was As from cathedral floor Who gazed on me with a searching look, Up to the fretted roof; in 'midst Nor boded his aspect good. I knew him well, and many a time It was old Himri, a crafty sage, Or one of like degree. But he never cast, from first to last, His brows hung o'er his small grey eyes, They had a corner glance, And through his beard his mouth appear'd Compress'd in vigilance. Awhile he stood, to the Queen he bow'd, Thrice bow'd him down full low, Then turning round, he raised his wand, All solemnly he led, Where, 'mid the blaze of myriad lamps, The banquet rich was spread. PART VI. No pleasant sight touch'd Himri's eye, I look'd the old man in the face, And methought I heard the moaning wind Through distant caverns howlAnd then an answering sound, as if The stony rocks did growl. The feast it pass'd with mirth and glee, I felt a wrath within me rise A column rose; it bore A brazen dragon, and fifty lamps Shew'd it was wet with gore, And the rocks did monstrous shapes as sume, Where'er I could explore. There, at the column's base, I saw And to the dragon raised it up, And his brazen wings he shook. My name was thrice pronounced,—and that I could no longer brook. I rush'd, I seized him by the beard, Upon the ground did stamp. PART VII. One moment-all was still as death, And a bellowing rose from the yawning chasm, That open'd large before, As if ten thousand brazen bulls From their brazen throats did roar ; Another crash-all, all gave way— Round and round in the blackest night, As if I were a wretch condemn'd, PART VIII. I cannot tell or where I fell, How long in swoon I lay; But when I woke, in the self-same boat I was gliding fast away, And the liveried page still stood at the bow, And not a word did say. Narrow and dark the dismal holes The bark went floating through, And at the bow was a carbuncle, That shew'd the ghastly hue, Where'er we went, of rock and rent, More horrible to view. Sometimes we cross'd a low-brow'd vault, Sometimes 'twas arched highAnd iron chains hung down below, And rings wherein might lie The doom'd;-and once methought I saw The glistening of an eye Through the dim space-methought I heard A groan of agony. And soon we reach'd a fearful pass, Where monstrous forms did clasp The rock, as if each crag did live, As if the stone did gasp With ire, and threw out horrid arms, That might my body grasp. O, Love! can terror touch the heart To those that must despair. The very peril made me laugh, To think how I could mock The fell despight of demon-spriteAnd I could feel no shock. Louder I laughed-the more the yells Ran round from rock to rock. PART IX. O, sleep, it is a blessed thing! It steals the sting from woe, Lost hopes it back again doth bring, I cannot tell if it be spell, All frightful things to hear, And left me nought to fear- O, Love through darkness' self can make And sets the prize before the eyes, Above me was a dusky sky, And dusky was the ground On which I lay-'twas iron grey, Nor herbage sprang around. And as I rose, at every tread It rang an iron sound. It was all lonely dreariness, Swept o'er by many a gust Of every moaning wind, that whirl'd In air the parched dust, That wither'd, dried, and cover'd all, As with an iron rust. No boat-no page! where, where are they? It was so bleak and bare. No creature there could find a hole, In vain I sought, by frequent thought, Perchance a spell of demon fell On every sense doth lie. But all things ill desery. No path was there, no way to choose, Or what, mischance might bring. It was a wild, that evil spirits Might blast, as they should skim Over the waste, in the sweeping clouds That shaped them strange and grim. And if I looked at a peering star, It instantly grew dim. Onward I fared-it was the hour, The chilling hour, when night Struggles forlorn with the grey of morn, The darkness with the light, When a gloomy castle rose to view, With a watch-tower blazing bright. Columns of smoke around it rose, Concealing all behind, And curl'd, and roar'd, and hiss'd with a noise, As of a rushing wind; And a blustering tide, as if hammers plied, And thundering wheels did grind. Soon reach'd I straight the castle gate, Nor daunted was a whit; A mace suspended hung thereat. As I stood and gazed on it, Strike with this mace the brazen floor, PART X. I wandered through the castle hall, Monstrous, and large, of hideous form, On their huge limbs did fall; And edged the dropping fringe- I enter'd, dark the passage was Unknowing where, my way; Till, from a distant chamber, shed I reach'd that chamber soon-nor large ('Twas lonely to descry,) And where the yellow lustre shone, Such as in old cathedral aisle We often see, of date Most ancient, that in figures strange Then thought I of the words of fire I struck it with the ponderous mace, To central earth below And still more awful was the sound, Deep down into the blackest pit Shed from the glimmering lamp that did Unearthly lustre throw. I stepp'd aside, and upward gazed, With his massy club disclose- And as I gazed, o'er all his form And wave and beat with a quivering heat, His colour changed, that was so dark, His eyeballs shot a fitful glare And a fiery flood, as it were blood, I gazed, and could not choose but laugh His arm was lithe and free- I stepp'd aside with a ready stride, Then over the floor to the chamber door, Quoth I, "With a foe of this fiery glow, PART XI. " The passage long I wander'd through, To th' iron hall-at every step Yet onward still, with outspread arms, I hasten'd on-a star there shone It brighter shone, e'en as it were So bright, it made the darkness all Through the resplendent stream. It seem'd as it were Grecian art; Forwards he moved, and in his hand He bore that shining thing I know not if 'twere earthly flame, Such lustre it did fling. Around him, as he onward moved, Before me, lo! a river flow'd, Above me was the sky. My angel-guide-I knew not where, Before my eyes was spread, I look'd behind-the castle-gate And straight the burning monster-man I stepp'd aside; and he, roaring, rush'd The river hiss'd, the river roar'd, And boil'd like molten lead; Leap'd from their burning bed, I cross'd the crowded mart, Like shrivell'd leather was their dress, And oft they seem'd as they would speak, Came, but a moaning blast; And their eyeballs had a fixed glare, Onward I went-a palace fair O power and boundless tyranny! It was the city still-before A hill whose flaming summit roar'd, The sky was dark with falling dust, Is pierced where gums do bide: I question'd one that pass'd in haste, With dust of finest gold. The city streets as on I sped In wild confusion lay, Homes undefended, goods despoil'd— And thieves that prowl'd for prey. And still was heard more distant din Of tumult and affray. O what a sight it was to see Thousands in heaps confused there lay, |