PRINCE ATHANASE PART I THERE was a youth, who, as with toil and travel, Had grown quite weak and gray before his time; Nor any could the restless griefs unravel Which burned within him, withering up his prime And goading him, like fiends, from land to land. Not his the load of any secret crime, For nought of ill his heart could understand, Baffled with blast of hope-consuming shame; Had left within his soul their dark unrest; For none than he a purer heart could have, Prince Athanase. Published by Mrs. Shelley, 1824. Composed, What sorrow strange, and shadowy, and unknown, Sent him, a hopeless wanderer, through mankind? If with a human sadness he did groan, He had a gentle yet aspiring mind; In others' joy, when all their own is dead. That from such toil he never found relief. His soul had wedded wisdom, and her dower Pitying the tumult of their dark estate. Those false opinions which the harsh rich use To blind the world they famish for their pride; Nor did he hold from any man his dues, But, like a steward in honest dealings tried 19 strange, Mrs. Shelley, 18391 | deep, Mrs. Shelley, 1824. Fearless he was, and scorning all disguise; What he dared do or think, though men might start, He spoke with mild yet unaverted eyes; Liberal he was of soul, and frank of heart, And to his friends many all loved him well · Whate'er he knew or felt he would impart, If words he found those inmost thoughts to tell; And mortal hate their thousand voices rose, To those, or them, or any whom life's sphere He knew not. Though his life, day after day, Through which his soul, like Vesper's serene beam Like reeds which quiver in impetuous floods; hour, Thoughts after thoughts, unresting multitudes, Were driven within him by some secret power, Which bade them blaze, and live, and roll afar, Like lights and sounds from haunted tower to tower O'er castled mountains borne, when tempest's war Is levied by the night-contending winds And the pale dalesmen watch with eager ear; Though such were in his spirit, as the fiends A mirror found, he knew not none could know; He knew not of the grief within that burned, The cause of his disquietude; or shook To stir his secret pain without avail; For all who knew and loved him then perceived That there was drawn an adamantine veil Between his heart and mind, - both unrelieved Wrought in his brain and bosom separate strife. Some said that he was mad; others believed That memories of an antenatal life From God's displeasure, like a darkness, fell By mortal fear or supernatural awe; "But through the soul's abyss, like some dark stream Through shattered mines and caverns underground, Rolls, shaking its foundations; and no beam "Of joy may rise but it is quenched and drowned In the dim whirlpools of this dream obscure; Soon its exhausted waters will have found "A lair of rest beneath thy spirit pure, So spake they - idly of another's state Men held with one another; nor did he, |