THE SERAPHIM I look for Angels' songs, and hear Him cry.-GILES FLETCHER. Their homage in retorted rays, From high instinct of worshipping, And habitude of praise. Zerah. Rapidly they drop below us. Pointed palm and wing and hair Indistinguishable show us Only pulses in the air Throbbing with a fiery beat, As if a new creation heard Some divine and plastic word, And trembling at its new-found being, Awakened at our feet. Ador. Zerah, do not wait for seeing. And all are gone, save thee and— Ador. I stood the nearest to the throne In hierarchical degree, What time the Voice said Go! And whether I was moved alone By the storm-pathos of the tone Which swept through heaven the alien name of woe, None Or whether the subtle glory broke Bearing to my finite essence knoweth save the Throned who But I, who at creation stood upright And heard the God-breath move the words that lightened, 'Be there light,' The roar of whose descent has died With that thick life, along the plane What a fall Nor trembled but with love, Now fell down shudderingly, And eddy of wings innumerous, My face upon the pavement whence I crossed By trailing curls that have not lost The glitter of the God-smile shed On every prostrate angel's head! What gleaming up of hands that fling had towered, As if in mine immortal overpowered Zerah. Let me wait!-let me wait!Ador. Nay, gaze not backward through the gate. God fills our heaven with God's own And standest ever near the Infinite, solitude Till all the pavements glow, His Godhead being no more subdued Which seraphs can sustain. How the deep ecstatic pain Thy being's strength would capture! Without language for the rapture, Without music strong to come. And set the adoration free, Or, brother, what if on thine eyes Pale with the light of Light! Love me, beloved! me, more newly made, More feeble, more afraid; And let me hear with mine thy pinions moved, As close and gentle as the loving are, That love being near, heaven may not seem so far. Ador. I am near thee and I love thee. Ador. Zerah. What fear? The fear of earth. Ador. Of earth, the God-created and God-praised In the hour of birth? Where every night the moon in light The life-fount whence His hand did Doth lead the waters silver-faced? Give motion to thy wings. Depart from Where, having won the profit which Come nearer, O beloved! With such a sweet and prodigal constraint Ador. Iam near thee. Didst thou bear The meaning yet the mystery of the song," thee What time they sang it, on their natures Zerah. Nay, or wherefore should I fear Say it again. To look upon it now? I have beheld the ruined things Of angels from an earthly mission,- Ador. Zerah. He! Where He is. Can it be That earth retains a tree Whose leaves, like Eden foliage, can be swayed By the breathing of His voice, nor shrink and fade? Ador. There is a tree !-it hath no leaf O heart of man-of God! which God nor root; Upon it hangs a curse for all its fruit : For He, the crowned Son, He through it shall touch death. What do I utter? what conceive? did breath Of demon howl it in a blasphemy? Or was it mine own voice, informed, dilated By the seven confluent Spirits ?-Speak -answer me! Who said man's victim was his Deity? Zerah. Beloved, beloved, the word came forth from thee. Thine eyes are rolling a tempestuous light Reverberate without sound, As newly they had caught Some lightning from the Throne, or showed the Lord Some retributive sword, Thy brows do alternate with wild eclipse And radiance, with contrasted wrath and love, As God had called thee to a seraph's part, With a man's quailing heart. O heart-O heart of man! To be no seraph's but Jehovah's own! From death's perpetual ban, When His is put away! Are ye unshamèd that ye cannot dim Your alien brightness to be liker Him,— Assume a human passion, and down-lay Your sweet secureness for congenial fears, And teach your cloudless ever-burning eyes The mystery of His tears? Which sweeps there with an exult- To lose its life as it reaches the I am strong, I am strong. I see but His, I see but Him- sweet To me, as trodden by His feet? Will the vexed, accurst humanity, As if they heard God speak, and could As worn by Him, begin to be I am swift, I am strong- PART THE SECOND [Mid-air, above Judaea. ADOR and ZERAH are a little apart from the visible Angelic Hosts.] Ador. BELOVED! dost thou see?- Whereon thou lookest now. The forehead's self a little bowed Dropped across thy feet. In these strange contrasting glooms Ador. Dost thou see? not glow. Ador. Look downward! dost thou see? Doth not Earth speak enough With tempest, pastoral swards Displaced by fiery deserts, mountains ruing The bolt fallen yesterday, That shake their piny heads, as who would say We are too beautiful for our decay'— Shall seraphs speak of these things? Let alone Earth, to her earthly moan. Voice of all things. Is there no moan but hers? |