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POETICAL WORK S.

POETRY OF THE FIRST PERIOD.

HECTOR AND ANDROMACHE. [This and the following poem are, with some alterations, introduced in the play of "The Robbers."]

ANDROMACHE.

Will Hector leave me for the fatal plain,
Where, fierce with vengeance for Patroclus slain,
Stalks Peleus' ruthless son?

Who, when thou glid'st amid the dark abodes,
To hurl the spear and to revere the gods,
Shall teach thine orphan one?

HECTOR.

Woman and wife beloved-cease thy tears;
My soul is nerved-the war-clang in my ears!
Be mine in life to stand

Troy's bulwark!-fighting for our hearths, to go
In death, exulting to the streams below,
Slain for my father-land!

ANDROMACHE.

No more I hear thy martial footsteps fall-
Thine arms shall hang, dull trophies, on the wall-
Fallen the stem of Troy!

Thou go'st where slow Cocytus wanders-where
Love sinks in Lethe, and the sunless air
Is dark to light and joy!

HECTOR.

Longing and thought-yea, all I feel and think
May in the silent sloth of Lethe sink,
But my love not!

Hark, the wild swarm is at the walls!-I hear!
Gird on my sword-beloved one, dry the tear-
Lethe for love is not!

AMALIA.

Fair as an angel from his blessed hall*-

Of every fairest youth the fairest he!

His kisses feelings rife with paradise!
Ev'n as two harp-tones their melodious sighs
Ev'n as two flames, one on the other driven-
Blend in some music that seems born of heaven;
So rushed, mixed, melted life with life united!
Lips, cheeks burned, trembled-soul to soul

was won!

And earth and heaven seemed chaos, as, delighted, Earth-heaven were blent round the beloved one!

Now, he is gone! vainly and wearily

Groans the full heart, the yearning sorrow flows

Gone! and all zest of life, in one long sigh,
Goes with him where he goes.

A FUNERAL FANTASIE.

I.

Pauses above the death-still wood-the moon ;
Pale, at its ghastly noon,
The night-sprite, sighing, through the dim air
stirs ;

The clouds descend in rain;
Mourning, the wan stars wane,
Flickering like dying lamps in sepulchres!
Haggard as spectres-vision-like and dumb,

Dark with the pomp of death, and moving slow, Toward that sad lair the pale procession come Where the grave closes on the night below.

II.

With dim, deep-sunken eye, Crutched on his staff, who trembles tottering by? As wrung from out the shattered heart, one groan Breaks the deep hush alone!

Crushed by the iron fate, he seems to gather All life's last strength to stagger to the bier,

Heaven-mild his look, as Maybeams when they fall, And hearken-Do those cold lips murmur

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The sharp rain, drizzling through that place of

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Out from their bounds swell nerve, and pulse, and

sense,

The veins in tumult would their shores o'erflow; Body to body rapt-and, charmed thence,

Soul drawn to soul with intermingled glow.

Mighty alike to sway the flow and ebb

Of the inanimate matter, or to move The nerves that weave the Arachnèan web Of sentient life-rules all-pervading love! Ev'n in the moral world, embrace and meet Emotions-gladness clasps the extreme of care; And sorrow, at the worst, upon the sweet Breast of young hope, is thawed from its despair.

Of sister-kin to melancholy woe,

Voluptuous pleasure comes, and happy eyes Delivered of the tears, their children, glow Lustrous as sunbeams-and the darkness flies!*

The same great law of sympathy is given
To evil as to good, and if we swell

The dark account that life incurs with Heaven, 'Tis that our vices are thy wooers Hell!

In turn those vices are embraced by shame
And fell remorse, the twin Eumenides.
Danger still clings in fond embrace to fame,
Mounts on her wing and flies where'er she flees.

Destruction marries its dark self to pride,

Envy to fortune, when desire most charms, "Tis that her brother Death is by her side, For him she opens those voluptuous arms.

The very future to the past but flies

Upon the wings of love-as I to thee;
Oh, long swift Saturn, with unceasings sighs,
Hath sought his distant bride, eternity!

When-so I heard the oracle declare

When Saturn once shall clasp that bride sublime,

Wide-blazing worlds shall light his nuptials there'Tis thus eternity shall wed with time.

In those shall be our nuptials! ours to share
That bridenight, wakened by no jealous sun;
Since time, creation, nature, but declare
Love,-in our love rejoice, beloved one!

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LAURA-above this world methinks I fly,
And feel the glow of some May-lighted sky,
When thy looks beam on mine?
And my soul drinks a more ethereal air,
When mine own shape I see reflected, there
In those blue eyes of thine!

A lyre-sound from the Paradise afar,

A harp-note trembling from some gracions star,
Seems the wild ear to fill;

And my muse feels the Golden Shepherd-hours,
When from thy lips the silver music pours
Slow, as against its will.

I see the young Loves flutter on the wing-
Move the charmed trees, as when the Thracian's
string

Wild life to forests gave;
Swifter the globe's swift circle seems to fly,
When in the whirling dance thou glidest by,
Light as a happy wave.

Thy looks, when there Love's smiles their glad- | So, when to life's unguarded fort I see

ness wreathe,

Could life itself to lips of marble breathe,

Lend rocks a pulse divine;

Reading thine eyes-my veriest life but seems
Made up and fashioned from my wildest dreams,-
Laura, sweet Laura, mine!

TO LAURA.

(THE MYSTERY OF REMINISCENce.)

Thy gaze draw near and near triumphantly-
Yieldeth my soul to thee!

Therefore my soul doth from its lord depart,
Because, beloved, its native home thou art;
Because the twins recall the links they bore,
And soul with soul, in the sweet kiss of yore,
Meets and unites once more!

Thou too-Ah, there thy gaze upon me dwells,
And thy young blush the tender answer tells;

WHO, and what gave to me the wish to woo thee-Yes! with the dear relation still we thrill,
Still, lip to lip, to cling for aye unto thee?
Who made thy glances to my soul the link-
Who made me burn thy very breath to drink—
My life in thine to sink?

Both lives-tho' exiles from the homeward hill-
One life-all glowing still!

As from the conqueror's unresisted glave,
Flies, without strife subdued, the ready slave-
So, when to life's unguarded fort, I see
Thy gaze draw near and near triumphantly—
Yields not my soul to thee?

Why from its lord doth thus my soul depart?—
Is it because its native home thou art?
Or were they brothers in the days of yore,

MELANCHOLY: TO LAURA.

I.

LAURA! a sunrise seems to break
Where'er thy happy looks may glow,
Joy sheds its roses o'er thy cheek,
Thy tears themselves do but bespeak

The rapture whence they flow;

Blest youth to whom those tears are given-
The tears that change his earth to heaven;

Twin-bound, both souls, and in the links they bore His best reward those meltings eyes

Sigh to be bound once more?

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yes, I learned in awe, when gazing there,
How once one bright inseparate life we were,
How once, one glorious essence as a god,
Unmeasured space our chainless footsteps trod-
All nature our abode !

Round us, in waters of delight, forever
Voluptuous flowed the heavenly nectar river;
We were the master of the seal of things,
And where the sunshine bathed Truth's mountain-
springs

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Quivered our glancing wings.

Weep for the godlike life we lost afar―
Weep!-thou and I its scattered fragments are;
And still the unconquered yearning we retain-
Sigh to restore the rapture and the reign,
And grow divine again.

And therefore came to me the wish to woo thee-
Still, lip to lip, to cling for aye unto thee;
This made thy glances to my soul the link—
This made me burn thy very breath to drink-
My life in thine to sink:

And therefore, as before the conqueror's glave,
Flies, without strife subdued, the ready slave,

For him new suns are in the skies!

II.

Thy soul-a crystal river passing,
Silver-clear, and sunbeam-glassing,
Mays into bloom sad Autumn by thee;
Night and desert, if they spy thee,
To gardens laugh-with daylight shine,
Lit by those happy smiles of thine!
Dark with cloud the Future far
Goldens itself beneath thy star,
Smil'st thou to see the harmony

Of charm the laws of nature keep?
Alas! to me the harmony

Brings only cause to weep!

III.

Holds not Hades its domain
Underneath this earth of ours?
Under palace, under fane,

Underneath the cloud-capt towers?
Stately cities soar and spread
O'er your mouldering bones, ye dead!
From corruption, from decay,

Springs yon clove-pink's fragrant bloom;
Yon gay waters wind their way

From the hollows of a tomb.

IV.

From the planets thou may'st know
All the change that shifts below,
Fled-beneath that zone of rays,
Fled to night a thousand Mays;
Thrones a thousand-rising-sinking,
Earth from thousand slaughters drinking
Blood profusely poured as water;—
Of the sceptre of the slaughter—
Wouldst thou know what trace remaineth?
Seek them where the dark king reigneth!

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X.

And dost thou glory so to think?

And heaves thy bosom ?-Woe!
This cup, which lures him to the brink,
As if Divinity to drink-

Has poison in its flow!

Wretched, oh, wretched, they who trust
To strike the God-spark from the dust!
The mightiest tone the music knows,

But breaks the harp-string with the sound;
And genius, still the more it glows,
But wastes the lamp whose life bestows
The light it sheds around..

Soon from existence dragged away,
The watchful jailer grasps his prey;
Vowed on the altar of the abusèd fire,

The spirits I raised against myself conspire!
Let-yes, I feel it-two short springs away
Pass on their rapid flight;

And life's faint spark shall, fleeting from the clay,
Merge in the fount of light!

XI.

And weep'st thou, Laura ?—be thy tears forbid ;
Wouldst thou my lot, life's dreariest years amid,
Protract and doom ?-No: sinner, dry thy tears!
Wouldst thou, whose eyes beheld the eagle wing
Of my bold youth through air's dominion spring,
Mark my sad age (life's tale of glory done)-
Crawl on the sod and tremble in the sun?
Hear the dull frozen heart condemn the flame
That as from Heaven to youth's blithe bosom
came;

And see the blind eyes loathing turn from all
The lovely sins age curses to recall?

Let me die young!-sweet sinner, dry thy tears!
Yes, let the flower be gathered in its bloom!
And thou, young Genius, with the brows of gloom,
Quench thou life's torch, while yet the flame is
strong!

Ev'n as the curtain falls; while still the scene Most thrills the hearts which have its audience

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