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Than that of man; and in her starry shade
I learn'd the language of another world.
While Cæsar's chambers, and the Augustan halls,
And thou didst shine, thou rolling moon, upon
All this, and cast a wide and tender light,
And making that which was not, till the place
'Twas such a night!
'Tis strange that I recall it at this time;
But I have found our thoughts take wildest flight
Enter the ABBOT.
My good lord!
I crave a second grace for this approach;
May light upon your head-could I say heart-
But is not yet all lost.
Thou know'st me not;
My days are number'd, and my deeds recorded:
Retire, or 'twill be dangerous-Away!
Abbot. Thou dost not mean to menace me?
I simply tell thee peril is at hand,
And would preserve thee.
And steadfastly ;
Look there, I say,
;-now tell me what thou seest?
Abbot. That which should shake me,-but I fear it
I see a dusk and awful figure rise
Like an infernal god from out the earth;
His face wrapt in a mantle, and his form
Robed as with angry clouds; he stands between
Thyself and me-but I do fear him not.
Man. Thou hast no cause-he shall not harm thee—
His sight may shock thine old limbs into palsy.
I say to thee-Retire!
And I reply
Never-till I have battled with this fiend-
Why-ay-what doth he here?—
I did not send for him,-he is unbidden.
Abbot. Alas! lost mortal! what with guests like these
Hast thou to do? I tremble for thy sake;
Why doth he gaze on thee, and thou on him?
Ah! he unveils his aspect; on his brow
Pronounce-what is thy mission ?
Abbot. What art thou, unknown being? answer!—
Spirit. The genius of this mortal.-Come! 'tis time. Man. I am prepared for all things, but deny
The power which summons me. Who sent thee here?
Spirit. Thou 'lt know anon-Come! come!
I have commanded
Things of an essence greater far than thine,
And striven with thy masters. Get thee hence!
Spirit. Mortal! thine hour is come-Away! I say. Man. I knew, and know my hour is come, but not To render up my soul to such as thee: Away! I'll die as I have lived-alone.
Spirit. Then I must summon up my brethren.-Rise! [Other Spirits rise up.
Abbot. Avaunt! ye evil ones!-Avaunt! I say,— Ye have no power where piety hath power,
And I do charge ye in the name
We know ourselves, our mission, and thine order;
It were in vain; this man is forfeited.
Nor will I hence, while I have earthly breath
Is this the Magian who would so pervade
Thou false fiend, thou liest!
My life is in its last hour,-that I know,
Nor would redeem a moment of that hour;
Have made thee
But thy many crimes
What are they to such as thee?
Must crimes be punish'd but by other crimes,
And its own place and time-its innate sense,
Born from the knowledge of its own desert.
Thou didst not tempt me, and thou couldst not tempt
I have not been thy dupe, nor am thy prey
But was my own destroyer, and will be