Into his lake, for there he did not drown; A different web being by the Destinies ἐν. He first sank to the bottom-like his works, It may be, still, like dull books on a shelf, CVI. As for the rest, to come to the conclusion All I saw further, in the last confusion, Was, that King George slipp'd into heaven for one; And when the tumult dwindled to a calm, I left him practising the hundredth psalm. • A drowned body lies at the bottom till rotten; it then floats, as most people kru. HEAVEN AND EARTH: A Mystery, FOUNDED ON THE FOLLOWING PASSAGE IN GENESIS, CHAP. VI. "And it came to pass.... that the sons of God saw the daughters of men that they were fair; and they took them wives of all which they chose." "And woman wailing for her demcn lover."-Coleridge. 18 Dramatis Personæ. ANGELS. SAMIASA, AZAZIEL, RAPHAEL, the Archangel. NOAH and his SONS-IRAD and JAPHET. Chorus of Spirits of the Earth-Chorus of Mortals. PART I.-SCENE I. A woody and mountainous district near Mount Ararat. Enter ANAH and AHOLIBAMAH. Anah. Our father sleeps: it is the hour when they Who love us are accustom'd to descend Through the deep clouds o'er rocky Ararat : How my heart beats! Aho. Our invocation. Anah. I tremble. Aho. Let us proceed upon But the stars are hidden. So do I, but not with fear My sister, though Of aught save their delay. I love Azaziel more than-oh, too much! What was I going to say? my heart grows impious. But, Aholibamah, That I do wrong, I feel a thousand fears Ako. Then wed thee Unto some son of clay, and toil and spin! There's Japhet loves thee well, hath loved thee long ; Anah. I should have loved Azaziel not less were he mortal; yet I am glad he is not. I can not outlive him. Of the poor child of clay which so adored him, His grief will be of ages, or at least Mine would be such for him, were I the Seraph, Rather say, Aho. Aho. If I thought thus of Samiasa's love, Anah. Seraph! From thy sphere! Whatever star contain thy glory; Albeit thou watchest with "the seven," Oh! think of her who holds thee dear! Yet think that thou art all to her. Eternity is in thine years, Unborn, undying beauty in thine eyes; As He hath made me of the least Of those cast out from Eden's gate: Yet, Seraph dear! Oh hear ! The archangels, aid to be seven in number, and to occupy the eight rank lot elestial hierarchy. For thou hast loved me, and I would not die Her whose heart death could not keep from o'erflowing And such, I feel, are waging in my heart Forgivo, my Seraph! that such thoughts appear, Aho. An Eden kept afar from sight, Though sometimes with our visions blent. Which tells me we are not abandon'd quite - My own Azaziel! be but here, Samiasa! Thou rulest in the upper air Or warring with the spirits who may dare 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, I call thee, I await thee, and I love thee. Though I be form'd of clay, More bright than those of day Thine immortality can not repay My love. There is a ray In me, which, though forbidden yet to shine, I feel my immortality o'ersweep All pains, all tears, all time, all fears, and peal, Into my ears this truth-"Thou liv'st for eve I know not, nor would know; That secret rests with the Almighty Giver, With Him if He will war with us: with thee I can share all things, even immortal sorrow; No! though the serpent's sting should pierce me thorough, 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 ! An hour too soon. Anah. They come! he comes !—Azaziel ! To meet them! Oh, for wings to bear 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 Return'd to night, as rippling foam, Which the leviathan hath lash'd From his unfathomable home, When sporting on the face of the calm deep, Haste Down, down, to where the ocean's fountains sleep. My Azaziel! |