In pain and fire have unbelievers gone; And ye must sadly turn away, and moan In secret, to his home each one returning; And to long ages shall this hour be known; And slowly shall its memory, ever burning, Fill this dark night of things with an eternal morning. XXX. "For me that world is grown too void and cold, Since hope pursues immortal destiny With steps thus slow-therefore shall ye behold How those who love, yet fear not, dare to die; Tell to your children this!' then suddenly He sheathed a dagger in his heart, and fell; My brain grew dark in death, and yet to me There came a murmur from the crowd to tell Of deep and mighty change which suddenly befell. XXXI. "Then suddenly I stood a winged Thought Calm dwellings of the free and happy dead, Where I am sent to lead!" These winged words she said, XXXII. And with the silence of her eloquent smile, Then at the helm we took our seat, the while hue Into the winds' invisible stream she threw, fair, Whose shores receded fast, while we seemed lingering there; XXXIII. Till down that mighty stream dark, calm, and fleet, Between a chasm of cedar mountains riven, Chased by the thronging winds, whose viewless feet As swift as twinkling beams, had, under Heaven, From woods and waves wild sounds and odours driven, The boat flew visibly-three nights and days, Borne like a cloud through morn, and noon, and even, We sailed along the winding watery ways Of the vast stream, a long and labyrinthine maze. XXXIV. A scene of joy and wonder to behold ever: Where the broad sunrise filled with deepening gold Its whirlpools where all hues did spread and quiver, And where melodious falls did burst and shiver Among rocks clad with flowers, the foam and spray Sparkled like stars upon the sunny river; Or when the moonlight poured a holier day, One vast and glittering lake around green islands lay. XXXV. Morn, noon, and even, that boat of pearl outran The streams which bore it, like the arrowy cloud Of tempest, or the speedier thought of man, Which flieth forth and cannot make abode; Sometimes through forests, deep like night, we glode, Between the walls of mighty mountains crowned With Cyclopean piles, whose turrets proud, The homes of the departed, dimly frowned O'er the bright waves which girt their dark foundations round. XXXVI. Sometimes between the wide and flowering meadows Mile after mile we sailed, and 'twas delight With starry gems, we fled, whilst from their deep And dark green chasms, shades beautiful and white Amid sweet sounds across our path would sweep, Like swift and lovely dreams that walk the waves of sleep. XXXVII. And ever as we sailed, our minds were full Like music o'er wide waves, and in the flow For a deep shade was cleft, and we did know, That virtue, though obscured on Earth, not less Survives all mortal change in lasting loveliness. XXXVIII. Three days and nights we sailed, as thought and feeling Number delightful hours for through the sky The sphered lamps of day and night, revealing XXXIX. Steadily and swift, where the waves rolled like mountains Within the vast ravine, whose rifts did pour Tumultuous floods from their ten thousand fountains, The thunder of whose earth-uplifting roar Made the air sweep in whirlwinds from the shore, Calm as a shade, the boat of that fair child Securely fled, that rapid stress before, Amid the topmost spray, and sunbows wild, Wreathed in the silver mist in joy and pride we smiled. XL. : The torrent of that wide and raging river *Read where? |