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Where are those lights so many and fair,
Upon the whirl, where sank the ship,
50 I took the oars: the Pilot's boy, Who now doth crazy go, Laugh'd loud and long, and all the while His eyes went to and fro. “Ha! ha!" quoth he, "full plain I see, 55 The Devil knows how to row." And now, all in my own countree, I stood on the firm land ! The Hermit stepp'd forth from the boat, And scarcely he could stand.
60 “O shrieve me, shrieve me, holy man!” The hermit cross'd his brow.
Say quick," quoth he, “I bid thee say— What manner of man art thou?” Forthwith this frame of mine was wrench'd 65 With a woful agony, Which forced me to begin my tale; And then it left me free.
Since then, at an uncertain hour,
I pass, like night, from land to land;
and babes, and loving friends,
For the dear God who loveth us,
ASTROLOGY. (Translation from Schiller's Wallenstein.) Countess. The Astrological tower!-How happens it That this same sanctuary, whose access Is to all others so impracticable, Opens before you ev'n at your approach ?
Thekla. A dwarfish old man with a friendly face 5 And snow-white hairs, whose gracious services Were mine at first sight, open'd me the doors.
Max. That is the Duke's astrologer, old Seni. Thekla. He question'd me on many points; for in
stance, When I was born, what month, and on what day, 10 Whether by day or in the night. Countess.
He wish'd To erect a figure for your horoscope.
Thekla. My hand too he examined, shook his head With much sad meaning, and the lines, methought, 15 Did not square over truly with his wishes. [tower?
Countess. Well, Princess, and what found you in this
My highest privilege has been to snatch
It was a strange
20 Sensation that came o'er me, when at first From the broad sunshine I stepp'd in; and now The narrowing line of day-light, that ran after The closing door, was gone; and all about me ’T was pale and dusky night, with many shadows 25 Fantastically cast. Here six or seven Colossal statues, and all kings, stood round me In a half-circle. Each one in his hand A sceptre bore, and on his head a star; And in the tower no other light was there But from these stars : all seem'd to come from them. “ These are the planets,” said that low old man; “They govern worldly fates, and for that cause Are imaged here as kings. He farthest from you, Spiteful, and cold, an old man melancholy, 35 With bent and yellow forehead, he is Saturn. He opposite, the king with the red light, An arm'd man for the battle, that is Mars : And both these bring but little luck to man.” But at his side a lovely lady stood,
40 The star upon her head was soft and bright, And that was Venus, the bright star of joy; On the left hand, lo! Mercury, with wings. Quite in the middle glitter'd silver bright A cheerful man and with a monarch's mien; And this was Jupiter, my father's star : And at his side I saw the Sun and Moon.
Max. O never rudely will I blame his faith In the might of stars and angels! 'Tis not merely The human being's pride that peoples space
50 With life and mystical predominance;