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As he spoke, on his lip there gathered the foam,
But still as a calm on a lowering sea,
- But the swarthy blood from his cheek had fled.
And at length on its lead wing heavily
“ Ye have come with your golden wings,
Ye have come with your starry eyes, “ And I feel the Cloud of the dawning Things,
“ Like the mists from an ocean rise! “ Mortals! who from the Magian's skill, “ Demand what Fate may yet fulfil. “ List-heed—and mark—for wrapt in gloom,
“ The dim unbodied Shapes that wait “ In the vast Future's mighty Womb,
“ The appointed hour of Fate.
“ The Stream and the Bark shall glide “ With a happy Sun, and a quiet Tide; “But the Stream at length shall chafe at the Sail,
And its wave shall rise to an angered gale, “ And the Stream on the guiltless Bark shall war, “ And the Stream shall look up to a single Star,
66 And the Bark shall know dread on the fitful wave;
“ And the Star shall endanger the Bark, but-save. " And the Bark in a quiet Port shall rest, “ But the Stream shall roll on with a lonely breast. “ Lo! lo! where it enters the earth, and its way “ Is snatched like a dream from the face of the day. “ Not a glimpse from its course—not a voice from its
waves “ Lo! it sinks from my sight-in the depths of the
As he ceaseth, the fiery bound
Duller and dimmer fades,
Grow huge in the deepening shades.
Scarce mortal in their power,
But life for a stated hour.
As a corpse when the spirit is fled,
As a spear from a hand when the life is o'er, The Sorcerer drooped his head,
And dropped on the darkening floor. Ther, by the last blue ray
Of the flame, while the Serpents creep
* The Condemned.
With a fainter hiss to the wall—away,
And curl to their broken sleep, — Each brother beheld the other's face,
And shudderingly scanned it o'er; Such change had been wrought in that fearful place, That he scarcely could note a single trace
Of the features he knew before!
END OF BOOK THE FIRST.