THE DÆMON OF THE WORLD Nec tantum prodere vati, Quantum scire licet. Venit ætas omnis in unam I How wonderful is Death, Death and his brother Sleep! One, pale as yonder wan and hornèd moon, The other, glowing like the vital morn It breathes over the world; Yet both so passing strange and wonderful! Hath then the iron-sceptred Skeleton, The Damon of the World. Published with Alastor, 1816. On which the lightest heart might moralize? Have charmed their nurse, coy Silence, near her lids To watch their own repose? Will they, when morning's beam Flows through those wells of light, Seek far from noise and day some western cave, Where woods and streams with soft and pausing The dreamless sleep of death; Or mark her delicate cheek With interchange of hues mock the broad moon, Outwatching weary night, Without assured reward. Her dewy eyes are closed; On their translucent lids, whose texture fine The baby Sleep is pillowed; The bosom's stainless pride, Around a marble column. Hark! whence that rushing sound? When west winds sigh and evening waves respond In whispers from the shore: "Tis wilder than the unmeasured notes Which from the unseen lyres of dells and groves The genii of the breezes sweep. Floating on waves of music and of light Its shape reposed within; slight as some cloud Bright as that fibrous woof when stars endue Four shapeless shadows bright and beautiful The Dæmon, leaning from the ethereal car, Human eye hath ne'er beheld A shape so wild, so bright, so beautiful, Waving a starry wand, Hung like a mist of light. Such sounds as breathed around like odorous winds Of wakening spring arose, Filling the chamber and the moonlight sky. "Maiden, the world's supremest spirit Beneath the shadow of her wings Folds all thy memory doth inherit Feelings that lure thee to betray, "For thou hast earned a mighty boon; Entranced in some diviner mood "Custom and Faith and Power thou spurnest; A living light, to cheer it long, "Therefore from Nature's inner shrine, Where gods and fiends in worship bend, Majestic spirit, be it thine The flame to seize, the veil to rend, "All that inspires thy voice of love, Or speaks in thy unclosing eyes, Spirit, leave for mine and me Earth's unsubstantial mimicry!" It ceased, and from the mute and moveless frame A radiant spirit arose, All beautiful in naked purity. Robed in its human hues it did ascend, It moved towards the car, and took its seat Obedient to the sweep of aëry song, The magic car moved on. The night was fair-innumerable stars The magic car moved on. From the swift sweep of wings The atmosphere in flaming sparkles flew ; Now far above a rock, the utmost verge The rival of the Andes, whose dark brow Far, far below the chariot's stormy path, Its broad and silent mirror gave to view The pale and waning stars, The chariot's fiery track, |