Whom the astonished people saw Striding o'er empires haughtily A diademed outlaw XVIII. O human love! thou spirit given, Idea! which bindest life around With music of so strange a sound A beauty of so wild a birth Farewell for I have won the Earth. XIX. When Hope, the eagle that towered, could see No cliff beyond him in the sky, His pinions were bent droopingly— And homeward turned his softened eye. 'Twas sunset: when the sun will part There comes a sullenness of heart To him who still would look upon The glory of the summer sun. So often lovely, and will list 1 To the sound of the coming darkness (known To those whose spirits hearken) as one Who, in a dream of night, would fly But cannot, from a danger nigh. XX. What tho' the moon-the white moon For all we live to know is known, Let life, then, as the day-flower, fall With the noon-day beauty—which is all. XXI. I reached my home-my home no more- I passed from out its mossy door, And, tho' my tread was soft and low, A voice came from the threshold stone O, I defy thee, Hell, to show On beds of fire that burn below, An humbler heart-a deeper woe. XXII. Father, I firmly do believe I know for Death who comes for me From regions of the blest afar, Where there is nothing to deceive, And rays of truth you cannot see A snare in every human path- Whose pleasant bowers are yet so riven The lightning of his eagle eye- Till, growing bold, he laughed and leapt |