57. Might share in peace and innocence; for gore
Ör poison none this festal did pollute,
But, piled on high, an overflowing store
Of pomegranates and citrons, fairest fruit,
Melons and dates and figs, and many a root
Sweet and sustaining, and bright grapes ere yet
Accursed fire their mild juice could transmute
Into a mortal bane, and brown corn set
In baskets; with pure streams their thirsting lips they wet. 58. Laone had descended from the shrine;
And every deepest look and holiest mind
Fed on her form, though now those tones divine
Were silent, as she passed. She did unwind
Her veil, as with the crowds of her own kind
She mixed. Some impulse made my heart refrain
From seeking her that night; so I reclined
Amidst a group, where on the utmost plain
A festal watchfire burned beside the dusky main.
59. And joyous was our feast; pathetic talk,
And wit, and harmony of choral strains,
While far Orion o'er the waves did walk
That flow among the isles, held us in chains
Of sweet captivity, which none disdains
Who feels but, when his zone grew dim in mist
Which clothes the ocean's bosom, o'er the plains
The multitudes went homeward to their rest,
Which that delightful day with its own shadow blessed.
1. BESIDE the dimness of the glimmering sea,
Weaving swift language from impassioned themes,
With that dear friend I lingered who to me
So late had been restored, beneath the gleams
Of the silver stars, -and ever in soft dreams
Of future love and peace sweet converse lapped
Our willing fancies; till the pallid beams
Of the last watchfire fell, and darkness wrapped
The waves, and each bright chain of floating fire was snapped; 2. And till we came even to the city's wall
And the great gate. Then, none knew whence or why,
Disquiet on the multitudes did fall:
And first, one pale and breathless passed us by,
And stared and spoke not; then with piercing cry
A troop of wild-eyed women, by the shrieks
Of their own terror driven,-tumultuously
Hither and thither hurrying with pale cheeks,
Each one from fear unknown a sudden refuge seeks.
3. Then, rallying-cries of treason and of danger Resounded: and-"They come ! to arms! to arms! The tyrant is amongst us, and the stranger
Comes to enslave us in his name! to arms!"
In vain for Panic, the pale fiend who charms
Strength to forswear her right, those millions swept
Like waves before the tempest. These alarms
Came to me, as to know their cause I leapt
On the gate's turret, and in rage and grief and scorn I wept! 4. For to the north I saw the town on fire,
And its red light made morning pallid now,
Which burst over wide Asia.-Louder, higher,
The yells of victory and the screams of woe
I heard approach, and saw the throng below
Stream through the gates like foam-wrought waterfalls
Fed from a thousand storms-the fearful glow
Of bombs flares overhead-at intervals
The red artillery's bolt mangling among them falls.
5. And now the horsemen come-and all was done
Swifter than I have spoken. I beheld
Their red swords flash in the unrisen sun.
I rushed among the rout, to have repelled
That miserable flight. One moment quelled
By voice and looks and eloquent despair,
As if reproach from their own hearts withheld
Their steps, they stood; but soon came pouring there
New multitudes, and did those rallied bands o'erbear.
6. I strove, as, drifted on some cataract
By irresistible streams, some wretch might strive
Who hears its fatal roar: the files compact
Whelmed me, and from the gate availed to drive
With quickening impulse, as each bolt did rive
Their ranks with bloodier chasm : into the plain
Disgorged at length the dead and the alive,
In one dread mass, were parted, and the stain
Of blood from mortal steel fell o'er the fields like rain.
7. For now the despot's bloodhounds, with their prey
Unarmed and unaware, were gorging deep
Their gluttony of death; the loose array
Of horsemen o'er the wide fields murdering sweep,
And with loud laughter for their tyrant reap
A harvest sown with other hopes; the while,
Far overhead, ships from Propontis keep
A killing rain of fire-when the waves smile
As sudden earthquakes light many a volcano isle.
8. Thus sudden, unexpected feast was spread
For the carrion fowls of heaven.-I saw the sight
I moved I lived-as o'er the heaps of dead,
Whose stony eyes glared in the morning light,
I trod. To me there came no thought of flight;
But with loud cries of scorn, which whoso heard
That dreaded death felt in his veins the might
Of virtuous shame return, the crowd I stirred,
And desperation's hope in many hearts recurred.
9. A band of brothers gathering round me made,
Although unarmed, a steadfast front, and, still
Retreating, with stern looks beneath the shade
Of gathered eyebrows, did the victors fill
With doubt even in success; deliberate will
Inspired our growing troop; not overthrown,
It gained the shelter of a grassy hill :—
And ever still our comrades were hewn down,
And their defenceless limbs beneath our footsteps strown.
10. Immovably we stood.-In joy I found
Beside me then, firm as a giant pine
Among the mountain-vapours driven around,
The old man whom I loved.
With a mild look of courage answered mine;
And my young friend was near, and ardently
His hand grasped mine a moment. Now the line
Of war extended, to our rallying-cry
As myriads flocked in love and brotherhood to die. 11. For ever while the sun was climbing heaven
The horsemen hewed our unarmed myriads down
Safely; though, when by thirst of carnage driven
Too near, those slaves were swiftly overthrown
By hundreds leaping on them. Flesh and bone
Soon made our ghastly ramparts; then the shaft
Of the artillery from the sea was thrown
More fast and fiery, and the conquerors laughed
In pride to hear the wind our screams of torment waft.
12. For on one side alone the hill gave shelter;
So vast that phalanx of unconquered men,
And there the living in the blood did welter
Of the dead and dying, which in that green glen,
Like stifled torrents, made a plashy fen
Under the feet. Thus was the butchery waged
While the sun clomb heaven's eastern steep-but, when
It 'gan to sink, a fiercer combat raged,
For in more doubtful strife the armies were engaged.
13. Within a cave upon the hill were found
A bundle of rude pikes, the instrument
Of those who war but on their native ground
For natural rights: a shout of joyance, sent
Even from our hearts, the wide air pierced and rent,
As those few arms the bravest and the best
Seized; and each sixth, thus armed, did now presen
A line which covered and sustained the rest,
A confident phalanx, which the foes on every side invest.
14. That onset turned the foes to flight almost.
But soon they saw their present strength, and knew
That coming night would to our resolute host
Bring victory; so, dismounting, close they drew
Their glittering files, and then the combat grew
Unequal but most horrible ;-and ever
Our myriads, whom the swift bolt overthrew,
Or the red sword, failed like a mountain river
Which rushes forth in foam to sink in sands forever.
15. Sorrow and shame to see with their own kind
Our human brethren mix, like beasts of blood,
To mutual ruin, armed by one behind
Who sits and scoffs !-That friend so mild and good,
Who like its shadow near my youth had stood,
Was stabbed!-my old preserver's hoary hair,
With the flesh clinging to its roots, was strewed
Under my feet! I lost all sense or care,
And like the rest I grew desperate and unaware.
16. The battle became ghastlier. In the midst
I paused, and saw how ugly and how fell,
O Hate! thou art, even when thy life thou shedd'st
For love. The ground in many a little dell
Was broken, up and down whose steeps befell
Alternate victory and defeat; and there
The combatants with rage most horrible
Strove, and their eyes started with cracking stare,
And impotent their tongues they lolled into the air,
17. Flaccid and foamy, like a mad dog's hanging."
Want, and moon-madness, and the pest's swift bane
When its shafts smite-while yet its bow is twanging—
Have each their mark and sign, some ghastly stain;
And this was thine, O War! of hate and pain
Thou loathed slave! I saw all shapes of death,
And ministered to many, o'er the plain
While carnage in the sunbeam's warmth did seethe,
Till twilight o'er the east wove her serenest wreath.
18. The few who yet survived, resolute and firm,
Around me fought. At the decline of day,
Winding above the mountain's snowy term,
New banners shone: they quivered in the ray
Of the sun's unseen orb. Ere night the array
Of fresh troops hemmed us in. Of those brave bands
I soon survived alone :--and now I lay
Vanquished and faint, the grasp of bloody hands
1 felt, and saw on high the glare of falling brands,
19. When on my foes a sudden terror came,
And they fled, scattering.-Lo! with reinless speed A black Tartarian horse of giant frame
Comes trampling o'er the dead; the living bleed
Beneath the hoofs of that tremendous steed,
On which, like to an angel, robed in white,
Sate one waving a sword.
And fly, as through their ranks with awful might
Sweeps in the shadow of eve that phantom swift and bright. 20. And its path made a solitude.-I rose
And marked its coming; it relaxed its course
As it approached me, and the wind that flows
Through night bore accents to mine ear whose force
Might create smiles in death.-The Tartar horse
Paused, and I saw the shape its might which swayed,
And heard her musical pants, like the sweet source
Of waters in the desert, as she said,
"Mount with me, Laon, now!"-I rapidly obeyed.
21. Then "Away! away!" she cried, and stretched her sword
As 'twere a scourge over the courser's head,
And lightly shook the reins.-We spake no word,
But like the vapour of the tempest fled
Over the plain; her dark hair was dispread
Like the pine's locks upon the lingering blast ;
Over mine eyes its shadowy strings it spread
Fitfully, and the hills and streams fled fast,
As o'er their glimmering forms the steed's broad shadow passed.
22. And his hoofs ground the rocks to fire and dust,
His strong sides made the torrents rise in spray
And turbulence, as if a whirlwind's gust
Surrounded us ;-and still away, away,
Through the desert night we sped, while she alway
Gazed on a mountain which we neared, whose crest,
Crowned with a marble ruin, in the ray
Of the obscure stars gleamed ;-its rugged breast The steed strained up, and then his impulse did arrest 23. A rocky hill which overhung the ocean.
From that lone ruin, when the steed that panted
Paused, might be heard the murmur of the motion
Of waters (as in spots for ever haunted
By the choicest winds of heaven, which are enchanted
To music by the wand of Solitude,
That wizard wild), and the far tents implanted
Upon the plain be seen by those who stood
Thence marking the dark shore of ocean's curvèd flood. 24. One moment these were heard and seen-another
Passed; and the two who stood beneath that night
Each only heard, or saw, or felt, the other.
As from the lofty steed she did alight,
Cythna (for, from the eyes whose deepest light
Of love and sadness made my lips feel pale
With influence strange of mournfullest delight,
My own sweet Cythna looked) with joy did quail,
And felt her strength in tears of human weakness fail.
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