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I am the spirit of the place,
Could make the mountain bow And quiver to his cavern'd baseAnd what with me wouldst Thou?
Voice of the THIRD SPIRIT. In the blue depth of the waters, Where the wave hath no strife, Where the wind is a stranger,
And the sea-snake hath life,
Her green hair with shells,
Where the slumbering earthquake
And the lakes of bitumen
Rise boilingly higher;
Where the roots of the Andes
Strike deep in the earth,
I am the Rider of the wind,
The hurricane I left behind
The fleet I met sail'd well, and yet
My dwelling is the shadow of the night,
The star which rules thy destiny
Was ruled, ere earth began, by me:
The SEVEN SPIRITS.
Earth, ocean, air, night, mountains, winds, thy star,
What wouldst thou with us, son of mortals-say?
First Spirit. Of what--of whom-and why?
Man. Of that which is within me: read it there;— Ye know it, and I cannot utter it.
Spirit. We can but give thee that which we possess: Ask of us subjects, sovereignty, the power O'er earth, the whole, or portion, or a sign Which shall control the elements, whereof We are the dominators: each and all,
These shall be thine.
Spirit. It is not in our essence, in our skill; But-thou may'st die.
Will death bestow it on me?
Hath made you mine. Slaves, scoff not at my will!
And shall not yield to yours, though coop'd in clay!
Spirit. We answer as we answer'd; our reply
Why say ye so?
Is, as the future, present. Art thou answer'd?
Man. Ye mock me-but the power which brought ye
We have replied in telling thee, the thing
Mortals call death hath nought to do with us.
Man. I then have call'd ye from your realms in vain ; Ye cannot, or ye will not, aid me.
What we possess we offer; it is thine:
Kingdom, and sway, and strength, and length of days—
Spirit. Yet pause: being here, our will would do thee
Bethink thee, is there then no other gift
Which we can make not worthless in thine eyes?
Man. No, none: yet stay-one moment, ere we partI would behold ye face to face. I hear
Your voices, sweet and melancholy sounds,
The steady aspect of a clear large star;
Spirit. We have no forms beyond the elements
Man. I have no choice; there is no form on earth
Who is most powerful of ye, take such aspect
Seventh Spirit (appearing in the shape of a beautiful female figure). Behold!
I yet might be most happy. I will clasp thee,
[The figure vanishes. My heart is crush'd.
[MANFRED falls senseless.
A voice is heard in the Incantation which follows.
And the wisp on the morass;
Though thy slumber may be deep,
Yet thy spirit shall not sleep;
There are thoughts thou canst not banish;
Thou canst never be alone:
Thou art wrapt as with a shroud,
Though thou seest me not pass by,
As thy shadow on the spot,
And a magic voice and verse