Appear'd to skirt the horizon, yet they stood And dwell the tuneless birds of night, amidst And thou didst shine, thou rolling moon, upon All this, and cast a wide and tender light, 25 30 As 'twere anew, the gaps of centuries; Leaving that beautiful which still was so, And making that which was not, till the place Became religion, and the heart ran o'er With silent worship of the great of old! The dead, but sceptred sovereigns, who still rule 40 'Twas such a night! 'Tis strange that I recall it at this time; But I have found our thoughts take wildest flight [ST. PETER'S.] CHILDE HAROLD, CANTO IV. BUT lo! the dome - CLIII. the vast and wondrous dome, To which Diana's marvel was a cell Christ's mighty shrine above his martyr's tomb! I have beheld the Ephesian's miracle Its columns strew the wilderness, and dweil 5 The hyæna and the jackal in their shade; I have beheld Sophia's bright roofs swell Their glittering mass i' the sun, and have survey'd Its sanctuary the while the usurping Moslem pray'd; CLIV. But thou, of temples old, or altars new, Of earthly structures, in His honour piled, Power, Glory, Strength, and Beauty, all are aisled In this eternal ark of worship undefiled. CLV. Enter its grandeur overwhelms thee not; CLVI. Thou movest but increasing with the advance, Like climbing some great Alp, which still doth rise, Vastness which grows — but grows to harmonize -- 30⚫ In air with Earth's chief structures, though their frame 35 Sits on the firm-set ground—and this the clouds must claim. CLVII. Thou seest not all; but piecemeal thou must break, And as the ocean many bays will make, That ask the eye - so here condense thy scul To more immediate objects, and control Thy thoughts until thy mind hath got by heart 40 In mighty graduations, part by part, The glory which at once upon thee did not dart, 45 CLVIII. Not by its fault-but thine: Our outward sense Is but of gradual grasp — and as it is That what we have of feeling most intense Fools our fond gaze, and greatest of the great CLIX. 50 Then pause, and be enlighten'd; there is more 55 What former time, nor skill, nor thought could plan; 60 Its depth, and thence may draw the mind of man Its golden sands, and learn what great conceptions can. [THE OCEAN.] CHILDE HAROLD, CANTO IV. CLXXVIII. THERE is a pleasure in the pathless woods, CLXXIX. Roll on, thou deep and dark blue Ocean- roll! Are not a spoil for him thou dost arise And shake him from thee; the vile strength he wields For earth's destruction thou dost all despise, Spurning him from thy bosom to the skies, And send'st him, shivering in thy playful spray And howling, to his Gods, where haply lies 25 His petty hope in some near port or bay, And dashest him again to earth: — there let him lay. CLXXXI. The armaments which thunderstrike the walls CLXXXII. Thy shores are empires, changed in all save thee- CLXXXIII. Thou glorious mirror, where the Almighty's form Calm or convulsed in breeze, or gale, or storm, Icing the pole, or in the torrid clime Dark-heaving; - boundless, endless, and sublime The image of Eternity — the throne Of the Invisible; even from out thy slime The monsters of the deep are made; each zone Obeys thee; thou goest forth, dread, fathomless, alone. |