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Till, sickening with the elements, the heart
Naples, April, 1844. THE ZIZA OR EMIR'S PALACE.“
OME hither, day-dreamer,
And wander alone
His glory is gone :
Of the rich stuccoed hall,
Peels down from the wall; And you hear the rat gnawing,
And the bat’s tiny cry, Instead of steeds pawing,
And loud chivalry.
You may seek the spiced garden,
But its bowers are no more ; Its girdle is barren
As the barren sea-shore. You may
mount the high terrace, But the breezes are laid That erst floated the signal
Of golden brocade
Of the dark girl impatient
Her true love to greet; Her true love that came not
Though his horses were fleet.
The spider has wrought
O'er the lattice so fine A dusky gray tissue With line
upon The fresco is mouldered;
The shudder of ruin The perishing marbles
With slime is bedewing; And the fountain that tinkled
To the listening air, Is choking with dust,
And the green maiden-hair.
Palermo, April, 1844. SEGESTUM.
T was an April morning of the South.
In the carubba and the cork-tree stroye All birds of song; sweetest the nightingale. The upgathered snake that in the mule-path lay Basking, at our approach unwound itself, And slipped beneath the cactus, then with buds, With bright-eyed buds of yellow, edging round Its tough green leaves ; strange leaves, that from no
But O, the wildness and the majesty
And clear of all obstruction. 'Tis a joy
, To pace
in meditation to and fro, Athwart the parallel bands of sun and shade; And make long vistas with the Doric shafts Meeting by turns, and opening, till far heights On which the lonely goatherd hangs, gleam through. Scarce twenty paces off the hill sinks down In an abrupt ravine; the torrent's roar Comes up with a sustained low ruthless sound. Formal and dark by contrast, overhead The cornice cuts the azure sky, relieved Not seldom by the soaring eagle's flight, In circles urged, projected on the sky, Traced and retraced, how grandly!-I have talked With those who hold this Temple knew no touch Of craftsmen's finishing hands; and urge in proof The nodules, short projections, holds of vantage, We see left on the stones, by aid of which The blocks were from the quarry raised, and slung Into their places; and the grooves that clip The columns round; grooves destined to receive The torus and astragalus of bronze, Of Grecian workmanship :- I cannot tell How these things may have been. The Temple now Is Nature's, and hers only. Who shall say In what consists completeness ? Viewless powers