I love Azaziel more than-oh, too much!

What was I going to say? my heart grows impious
Aho. And where is the impiety of loving

Celestial natures?

Anah.

But, Aholibamah,

I love our God less since his angel loved me:
This cannot be of good; and though I know not
That I do wrong, I feel a thousand fears

Which are not ominous of right.

Aho.

Then wed thee

Unto some son of clay, and toil and spin!

There's Japhet loves thee well, hath loved thee long, Marry, and bring forth dust!

Anah.

I should have loved
Azaziel not less were he mortal; yet

I am glad he is not. I cannot outlive him.
And when I think that his immortal wings
Will one day hover o'er the sepulchre

Of the poor child of clay which so adored him,
As he adores the Highest, death becomes

Less terrible; but yet I pity him;

His grief will be of ages, or at least

Mine would be such for him, were I the Seraph,
And he the perishable.

That he will single forth some other daughter
Of Earth, and love her as he once loved Anah.

Anah. And if it should be so, and she so loved him,

Better thus than that he should weep for me.

Aho. If I thought thus of Samiasa's love,

All Seraph as he is, I'd spurn him from me.
But to our invocation! 'Tis the hour.

Whatever star contain thy glory;
In the eternal depths of heaven
Albeit thou watchest with "the seven,"
Though through space infinite and hoary
Before thy bright wings worlds be driven,
Yet hear!

Oh! think of her who holds thee dear!

And though she nothing is to thee,
Yet think that thou art all to her.
Thou canst not tell,-and never be
Such pangs decreed to aught save me,→→
The bitterness of tears.

Eternity is in thine years,

Unborn, undying beauty in thine eyes;
With me thou canst not sympathize,
Except in love, and there thou must
Acknowledge that more loving dust
Ne'er wept beneath the skies.

Thou walk'st thy many worlds, thou see'st
The face of him who made thee great,

As he hath made me of the least

Of those cast out from Eden's gate:
Yet, Seraph dear!

Oh hear!

For thou hast loved me, and I would not die
Until I know what I must die in knowing,

* The Archangels, said to be seven in number.

That thou forget'st in thine eternity

Her whose heart death could not keep from

o'erflowing

For thee, immortal essence as thou art!
Great is their love who love in sin and fear;
And such, I feel, are waging in my heart
A war unworthy: to an Adamite
Forgive, my Seraph! that such thoughts appear,
For sorrow is our element;

Delight

An Eden kept afar from sight,

Though sometimes with our visions blent.
The hour is near

Which tells me we are not abandoned quite.-
Appear! Appear!
Seraph!

Aho.

My own Azaziel! be but here,
And leave the stars to their own light.

Samiasa!

Wheresoe'er

Thou rulest in the upper air

Or warring with the spirits who may dare
Dispute with him

Who made all empires, empire; or recalling
Some wandering star, which shoots through the abyss,
Whose tenants dying, while their world is falling,
Share the dim destiny of clay in this;
Or joining with the inferior cherubim,
Thou deignest to partake their hymn-
Samiasa!

I call thee, I await thee, and I love thee.
Many may worship thee, that will I not:
If that thy spirit down to mine may move thee,
Descend and share my lot!

Though I be formed of clay,

And thou of beams

More bright than those of day,
On Eden's streams,

Thine immortality cannot repay

With love more warm than mine

My love. There is a ray

In me, which, though forbidden yet to shine,
I feel was lighted at thy God's and thine.
It may be hidden long: death and decay

Our mother Eve bequeath'd us-but my heart
Defies it: though this life must pass away,
Is that a cause for thee and me to part?
Thou art immortal-so am 1: I feel-

I feel my immortality o'ersweep

All pains, all tears, all time, all fears, and peal,
Like the eternal thunders of the deep,
Into my ears this truth-" thou liv'st for ever!"
But if it be in joy

I know not, nor would know;

That secret rests with the Almighty giver
Who folds in clouds the fonts of bliss and wo,
But thee and me he never can destroy;
Change us he may, but not o'erwhelm; we are
Of as eternal essence, and must war

With him if he will war with us; with thee

I can share all things, even immortal sorrow; For thou hast ventured to share life with me, And shall I shrink from thine eternity?

No! tho' the serpent's sting should pierce me through, And thou thyself wert like the serpent, coil

Around me still! and I will smile

And curse thee not; but hold

Thee in as warm a fold

As-but descend; and prove

A mortal's love

For an immortal.

If the skies contain

More joy than thou canst give and take, remain!
Anah. Sister! sister! I view them winging

Their bright way through the parted night.
Aho. The clouds from off their pinions flinging
As though they bore to-morrow's light.

Anah. But if our father see the sight!
Aho. He would but deem it was the moon
Rising unto some sorcerer's tune

An hour too soon.

Anah. They come! he comes!-Azaziel!
Aho.

To meet them! Oh! for wings to bear
My spirit, while they hover there,

To Samiasa's breast!

Anah. Lo! they have kindled all the west, Like a returning sunset;-lo!

On Ararat's late secret crest

A mild and many-colour'd bow,
The remnant of their flashing path,
Now shines! and now, behold, it hath
Returned to night, as rippling foam,
Which the leviathan hath lash'd
From his unfathomable home,

When sporting on the face of the calm deep,
Subsides soon after he again hath dash'd

Haste

Down, down, to where the ocean's fountains sleep.
Aho. They have touch'd earth! Samiasa!

Anah.

My Azaziel!

[Exeunt.