They sailed for drink to medicine Of dew, and sweet warmth left by day, And spear, about the low rocks damp Too happy they, whose pleasure sought EPITAPH. THESE are two friends whose lives were undivided; So let their memory be, now they have glided Under their grave; let not their bones be parted, For their two hearts in life were single-hearted. TO MARY WOLLSTONECRAFT GODWIN. 1. MINE eyes were dim with tears unshed; Yes, I was firm. Thus wert not thou. My baffled looks did fear yet dread To meet thy looks-I could not know 2. To sit and curb the soul's mute rage 3. Whilst thou alone, then not regarded, As thou, sweet love, requitedst me 4. Upon my heart thy accents sweet 5. We are not happy, sweet! our state Is strange and full of doubt and fear; Reserve or censure come not near 6. Gentle and good and mild thou art; June 1814. II. PRINCE ATHANASE. PART 1. THERE was a youth who, as with toil and travel, Had grown quite weak and grey before his time ; Nor any could the restless griefs unravel Which burned within him, withering up his prime. For nought of ill his heart could understand, Baffled with blast of hope-consuming shame; For none than he a purer heart could have, Of nought in heaven or earth was he the slave. 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. He loved and laboured for his kind in grief; And yet, unlike all others, it is said That from such toil he never found relief. Although a child of fortune and of power, Of an ancestral name the orphan chief. His soul had wedded Wisdom, and her dower Pitying the tumult of their dark estate. The strength of wealth or thought, to consecrate But, like a steward in honest dealings tried, 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 mortal hate their thousand voices rose, He knew not. Though his life day after day Like reeds which quiver in impetuous floods, And the pale dalesmen watch with eager ear); Though such were in his spirit, as the fiends SUCH was Zonoras: and, as daylight finds One amaranth glittering on the path of frost When autumn nights have nipped all weaker kinds, Thus through his age, dark, cold, and tempest-tossed, Shone truth upon Zonoras; and he filled From fountains pure, nigh overgrown and lost, The spirit of Prince Athanase, a child, With soul-sustaining songs of ancient lore, And philosophic wisdom, clear and mild. And sweet and subtle talk now evermore The pupil and the master shared; until, Sharing that undiminishable store, The youth, as shadows on a grassy hill Outrun the winds that chase them, soon outran Strange truths and new to that experienced man. Or by the rocks of echoing ocean hoar, By summer woodmen. And, when winter's roar Hanging upon the peaked wave afar, Then saw their lamp from Laian's turret gleam, Piercing the stormy darkness, like a star Which pours beyond the sea one steadfast beam, Whilst all the constellations of the sky Seemed reeling through the storm; they did but seem For, lo! the wintry clouds are all gone by, And bright Arcturus through yon pines is glowing, And far o'er southern waves immovably Belted Orion hangs-warm light is flowing From the young moon into the sunset's chasm.— 66 On thine own bird the sweet enthusiasm Which overflows in notes of liquid gladness, Filling the sky like light! How many a spasm Of fevered brains oppressed with grief and madness Were lulled by thee, delightful nightingale ! And these soft waves murmuring a gentle sadness, And the far sighings of yon piny dale Made vocal by some wind, we feel not here.I bear alone what nothing may avail |