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 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. That soul will hate the ev'ning mist So often lovely, and will list 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 And boyhood is a summer sun For all we live to know is known, 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, Hath left his iron gate ajar, And rays of truth you cannot see Are flashing thro' Eternity I do believe that Eblis hath A snare in every human path- Whose pleasant bowers are yet so riven Till, growing bold, he laughed and leapt |