The Revolt Of Islam. - Canto 2.

1.     The starlight smile of children, the sweet looks     Of women, the fair breast from which I fed,     The murmur of the unreposing brooks,     And the green light which, shifting overhead,     Some tangled bower of vines around me shed,     The shells on the sea-sand, and the wild flowers,     The lamp-light through the rafters cheerly spread,     And on the twining flax - in life's young hours     These sights and sounds did nurse my spirit's folded powers.     2.     In Argolis, beside the echoing sea,     Such impulses within my mortal frame     Arose, and they were dear to memory,     Like tokens of the dead: - but others came     Soon, in another shape: the wondrous fame     Of the past world, the vital words and deeds     Of minds whom neither time nor change can tame,     Traditions dark and old, whence evil creeds     Start forth, and whose dim shade a stream of poison feeds.     3.     I heard, as all have heard, the various story     Of human life, and wept unwilling tears.     Feeble historians of its shame and glory,     False disputants on all its hopes and fears,     Victims who worshipped ruin, chroniclers     Of daily scorn, and slaves who loathed their state     Yet, flattering power, had given its ministers     A throne of judgement in the grave: - 'twas fate,     That among such as these my youth should seek its mate.     4.     The land in which I lived, by a fell bane     Was withered up. Tyrants dwelt side by side,     And stabled in our homes, - until the chain     Stifled the captive's cry, and to abide     That blasting curse men had no shame - all vied     In evil, slave and despot; fear with lust     Strange fellowship through mutual hate had tied,     Like two dark serpents tangled in the dust,     Which on the paths of men their mingling poison thrust.     5.     Earth, our bright home, its mountains and its waters,     And the ethereal shapes which are suspended     Over its green expanse, and those fair daughters,     The clouds, of Sun and Ocean, who have blended     The colours of the air since first extended     It cradled the young world, none wandered forth     To see or feel; a darkness had descended     On every heart; the light which shows its worth,     Must among gentle thoughts and fearless take its birth.     6.     This vital world, this home of happy spirits,     Was as a dungeon to my blasted kind;     All that despair from murdered hope inherits     They sought, and in their helpless misery blind,     A deeper prison and heavier chains did find,     And stronger tyrants: - a dark gulf before,     The realm of a stern Ruler, yawned; behind,     Terror and Time conflicting drove, and bore     On their tempestuous flood the shrieking wretch from shore.     7.     Out of that Ocean's wrecks had Guilt and Woe     Framed a dark dwelling for their homeless thought,     And, starting at the ghosts which to and fro     Glide o'er its dim and gloomy strand, had brought     The worship thence which they each other taught.     Well might men loathe their life, well might they turn     Even to the ills again from which they sought     Such refuge after death! - well might they learn     To gaze on this fair world with hopeless unconcern!     8.     For they all pined in bondage; body and soul,     Tyrant and slave, victim and torturer, bent     Before one Power, to which supreme control     Over their will by their own weakness lent,     Made all its many names omnipotent;     All symbols of things evil, all divine;     And hymns of blood or mockery, which rent     The air from all its fanes, did intertwine     Imposture's impious toils round each discordant shrine.     9.     I heard, as all have heard, life's various story,     And in no careless heart transcribed the tale;     But, from the sneers of men who had grown hoary     In shame and scorn, from groans of crowds made pale     By famine, from a mother's desolate wail     O'er her polluted child, from innocent blood     Poured on the earth, and brows anxious and pale     With the heart's warfare, did I gather food     To feed my many thoughts - a tameless multitude!     10.     I wandered through the wrecks of days departed     Far by the desolated shore, when even     O'er the still sea and jagged islets darted     The light of moonrise; in the northern Heaven,     Among the clouds near the horizon driven,     The mountains lay beneath one planet pale;     Around me, broken tombs and columns riven     Looked vast in twilight, and the sorrowing gale     Waked in those ruins gray its everlasting wail!     11.     I knew not who had framed these wonders then,     Nor had I heard the story of their deeds;     But dwellings of a race of mightier men,     And monuments of less ungentle creeds     Tell their own tale to him who wisely heeds     The language which they speak; and now, to me     The moonlight making pale the blooming weeds,     The bright stars shining in the breathless sea,     Interpreted those scrolls of mortal mystery.     12.     Such man has been, and such may yet become!     Ay, wiser, greater, gentler even than they     Who on the fragments of yon shattered dome     Have stamped the sign of power - I felt the sway     Of the vast stream of ages bear away     My floating thoughts - my heart beat loud and fast -     Even as a storm let loose beneath the ray     Of the still moon, my spirit onward passed     Beneath truth's steady beams upon its tumult cast.     13.     It shall be thus no more! too long, too long,     Sons of the glorious dead, have ye lain bound     In darkness and in ruin! - Hope is strong,     Justice and Truth their winged child have found -     Awake! arise! until the mighty sound     Of your career shall scatter in its gust     The thrones of the oppressor, and the ground     Hide the last altar's unregarded dust,     Whose Idol has so long betrayed your impious trust!     14.     It must be so - I will arise and waken     The multitude, and like a sulphurous hill,     Which on a sudden from its snows has shaken     The swoon of ages, it shall burst and fill     The world with cleansing fire; it must, it will -     It may not be restrained! - and who shall stand     Amid the rocking earthquake steadfast still,     But Laon? on high Freedom's desert land     A tower whose marble walls the leagued storms withstand!     15.     One summer night, in commune with the hope     Thus deeply fed, amid those ruins gray     I watched, beneath the dark sky's starry cope;     And ever from that hour upon me lay     The burden of this hope, and night or day,     In vision or in dream, clove to my breast:     Among mankind, or when gone far away     To the lone shores and mountains, 'twas a guest     Which followed where I fled, and watched when I did rest.     16.     These hopes found words through which my spirit sought     To weave a bondage of such sympathy,     As might create some response to the thought     Which ruled me now - and as the vapours lie     Bright in the outspread morning's radiancy,     So were these thoughts invested with the light     Of language: and all bosoms made reply     On which its lustre streamed, whene'er it might     Through darkness wide and deep those tranced spirits smite.     17.     Yes, many an eye with dizzy tears was dim,     And oft I thought to clasp my own heart's brother,     When I could feel the listener's senses swim,     And hear his breath its own swift gaspings smother     Even as my words evoked them - and another,     And yet another, I did fondly deem,     Felt that we all were sons of one great mother;     And the cold truth such sad reverse did seem     As to awake in grief from some delightful dream.     18.     Yes, oft beside the ruined labyrinth     Which skirts the hoary caves of the green deep,     Did Laon and his friend, on one gray plinth,     Round whose worn base the wild waves hiss and leap,     Resting at eve, a lofty converse keep:     And that this friend was false, may now be said     Calmly - that he like other men could weep     Tears which are lies, and could betray and spread     Snares for that guileless heart which for his own had bled.     19.     Then, had no great aim recompensed my sorrow,     I must have sought dark respite from its stress     In dreamless rest, in sleep that sees no morrow -     For to tread life's dismaying wilderness     Without one smile to cheer, one voice to bless,     Amid the snares and scoffs of human kind,     Is hard - but I betrayed it not, nor less     With love that scorned return sought to unbind     The interwoven clouds which make its wisdom blind.     20.     With deathless minds which leave where they have passed     A path of light, my soul communion knew;     Till from that glorious intercourse, at last,     As from a mine of magic store, I drew     Words which were weapons; - round my heart there grew     The adamantine armour of their power;     And from my fancy wings of golden hue     Sprang forth - yet not alone from wisdom's tower,     A minister of truth, these plumes young Laon bore.     21.     An orphan with my parents lived, whose eyes     Were lodestars of delight, which drew me home     When I might wander forth; nor did I prize     Aught human thing beneath Heaven's mighty dome     Beyond this child; so when sad hours were come,     And baffled hope like ice still clung to me,     Since kin were cold, and friends had now become     Heartless and false, I turned from all, to be,     Cythna, the only source of tears and smiles to thee.     22.     What wert thou then? A child most infantine,     Yet wandering far beyond that innocent age     In all but its sweet looks and mien divine;     Even then, methought, with the world's tyrant rage     A patient warfare thy young heart did wage,     When those soft eyes of scarcely conscious thought     Some tale, or thine own fancies, would engage     To overflow with tears, or converse fraught     With passion, o'er their depths its fleeting light had wrought.     23.     She moved upon this earth a shape of brightness,     A power, that from its objects scarcely drew     One impulse of her being - in her lightness     Most like some radiant cloud of morning dew,     Which wanders through the waste air's pathless blue,     To nourish some far desert; she did seem     Beside me, gathering beauty as she grew,     Like the bright shade of some immortal dream     Which walks, when tempest sleeps, the wave of life's dark stream.     24.     As mine own shadow was this child to me,     A second self, far dearer and more fair;     Which clothed in undissolving radiancy     All those steep paths which languor and despair     Of human things, had made so dark and bare,     But which I trod alone - nor, till bereft     Of friends, and overcome by lonely care,     Knew I what solace for that loss was left,     Though by a bitter wound my trusting heart was cleft.     25.     Once she was dear, now she was all I had     To love in human life - this playmate sweet,     This child of twelve years old - so she was made     My sole associate, and her willing feet     Wandered with mine where earth and ocean meet,     Beyond the aereal mountains whose vast cells     The unreposing billows ever beat,     Through forests wild and old, and lawny dells     Where boughs of incense droop over the emerald wells.     26.     And warm and light I felt her clasping hand     When twined in mine; she followed where I went,     Through the lone paths of our immortal land.     It had no waste but some memorial lent     Which strung me to my toil - some monument     Vital with mind; then Cythna by my side,     Until the bright and beaming day were spent,     Would rest, with looks entreating to abide,     Too earnest and too sweet ever to be denied.     27.     And soon I could not have refused her - thus     For ever, day and night, we two were ne'er     Parted, but when brief sleep divided us:     And when the pauses of the lulling air     Of noon beside the sea had made a lair     For her soothed senses, in my arms she slept,     And I kept watch over her slumbers there,     While, as the shifting visions over her swept,     Amid her innocent rest by turns she smiled and wept.     28.     And, in the murmur of her dreams was heard     Sometimes the name of Laon: - suddenly     She would arise, and, like the secret bird     Whom sunset wakens, fill the shore and sky     With her sweet accents, a wild melody!     Hymns which my soul had woven to Freedom, strong     The source of passion, whence they rose, to be;     Triumphant strains, which, like a spirit's tongue,     To the enchanted waves that child of glory sung -     29.     Her white arms lifted through the shadowy stream     Of her loose hair. Oh, excellently great     Seemed to me then my purpose, the vast theme     Of those impassioned songs, when Cythna sate     Amid the calm which rapture doth create     After its tumult, her heart vibrating,     Her spirit o'er the Ocean's floating state     From her deep eyes far wandering, on the wing     Of visions that were mine, beyond its utmost spring!     30.     For, before Cythna loved it, had my song     Peopled with thoughts the boundless universe,     A mighty congregation, which were strong     Where'er they trod the darkness to disperse     The cloud of that unutterable curse     Which clings upon mankind: - all things became     Slaves to my holy and heroic verse,     Earth, sea and sky, the planets, life and fame     And fate, or whate'er else binds the world's wondrous frame.     31.     And this beloved child thus felt the sway     Of my conceptions, gathering like a cloud     The very wind on which it rolls away:     Hers too were all my thoughts, ere yet, endowed     With music and with light, their fountains flowed     In poesy; and her still and earnest face,     Pallid with feelings which intensely glowed     Within, was turned on mine with speechless grace,     Watching the hopes which there her heart had learned to trace.     32.     In me, communion with this purest being     Kindled intenser zeal, and made me wise     In knowledge, which, in hers mine own mind seeing,     Left in the human world few mysteries:     How without fear of evil or disguise     Was Cythna! - what a spirit strong and mild,     Which death, or pain or peril could despise,     Yet melt in tenderness! what genius wild     Yet mighty, was enclosed within one simple child!     33.     New lore was this - old age with its gray hair,     And wrinkled legends of unworthy things,     And icy sneers, is nought: it cannot dare     To burst the chains which life for ever flings     On the entangled soul's aspiring wings,     So is it cold and cruel, and is made     The careless slave of that dark power which brings     Evil, like blight, on man, who, still betrayed,     Laughs o'er the grave in which his living hopes are laid.     34.     Nor are the strong and the severe to keep     The empire of the world: thus Cythna taught     Even in the visions of her eloquent sleep,     Unconscious of the power through which she wrought     The woof of such intelligible thought,     As from the tranquil strength which cradled lay     In her smile-peopled rest, my spirit sought     Why the deceiver and the slave has sway     O'er heralds so divine of truth's arising day.     35.     Within that fairest form, the female mind,     Untainted by the poison clouds which rest     On the dark world, a sacred home did find:     But else, from the wide earth's maternal breast,     Victorious Evil, which had dispossessed     All native power, had those fair children torn,     And made them slaves to soothe his vile unrest,     And minister to lust its joys forlorn,     Till they had learned to breathe the atmosphere of scorn.     36.     This misery was but coldly felt, till she     Became my only friend, who had endued     My purpose with a wider sympathy;     Thus, Cythna mourned with me the servitude     In which the half of humankind were mewed     Victims of lust and hate, the slaves of slaves,     She mourned that grace and power were thrown as food     To the hyena lust, who, among graves,     Over his loathed meal, laughing in agony, raves.     37.     And I, still gazing on that glorious child,     Even as these thoughts flushed o'er her: - 'Cythna sweet,     Well with the world art thou unreconciled;     Never will peace and human nature meet     Till free and equal man and woman greet     Domestic peace; and ere this power can make     In human hearts its calm and holy seat,     This slavery must be broken' - as I spake,     From Cythna's eyes a light of exultation brake.     38.     She replied earnestly: - 'It shall be mine,     This task, - mine, Laon! - thou hast much to gain;     Nor wilt thou at poor Cythna's pride repine,     If she should lead a happy female train     To meet thee over the rejoicing plain,     When myriads at thy call shall throng around     The Golden City.' - Then the child did strain     My arm upon her tremulous heart, and wound     Her own about my neck, till some reply she found.     39.     I smiled, and spake not. - 'Wherefore dost thou smile     At what I say? Laon, I am not weak,     And, though my cheek might become pale the while,     With thee, if thou desirest, will I seek     Through their array of banded slaves to wreak     Ruin upon the tyrants. I had thought     It was more hard to turn my unpractised cheek     To scorn and shame, and this beloved spot     And thee, O dearest friend, to leave and murmur not.     40.     'Whence came I what I am? Thou, Laon, knowest     How a young child should thus undaunted be;     Methinks, it is a power which thou bestowest,     Through which I seek, by most resembling thee,     So to become most good and great and free;     Yet far beyond this Ocean's utmost roar,     In towers and huts are many like to me,     Who, could they see thine eyes, or feel such lore     As I have learnt from them, like me would fear no more.     41.     'Think'st thou that I shall speak unskilfully,     And none will heed me? I remember now,     How once, a slave in tortures doomed to die,     Was saved, because in accents sweet and low     He sung a song his Judge loved long ago,     As he was led to death. - All shall relent     Who hear me - tears, as mine have flowed, shall flow,     Hearts beat as mine now beats, with such intent     As renovates the world; a will omnipotent!     42.     'Yes, I will tread Pride's golden palaces,     Through Penury's roofless huts and squalid cells     Will I descend, where'er in abjectness     Woman with some vile slave her tyrant dwells,     There with the music of thine own sweet spells     Will disenchant the captives, and will pour     For the despairing, from the crystal wells     Of thy deep spirit, reason's mighty lore,     And power shall then abound, and hope arise once more.     43.     'Can man be free if woman be a slave?     Chain one who lives, and breathes this boundless air,     To the corruption of a closed grave!     Can they whose mates are beasts, condemned to bear     Scorn, heavier far than toil or anguish, dare     To trample their oppressors? in their home     Among their babes, thou knowest a curse would wear     The shape of woman - hoary Crime would come     Behind, and Fraud rebuild religion's tottering dome.     44.     'I am a child: - I would not yet depart.     When I go forth alone, bearing the lamp     Aloft which thou hast kindled in my heart,     Millions of slaves from many a dungeon damp     Shall leap in joy, as the benumbing cramp     Of ages leaves their limbs - no ill may harm     Thy Cythna ever - truth its radiant stamp     Has fixed, as an invulnerable charm,     Upon her children's brow, dark Falsehood to disarm.     45.     'Wait yet awhile for the appointed day -     Thou wilt depart, and I with tears shall stand     Watching thy dim sail skirt the ocean gray;     Amid the dwellers of this lonely land     I shall remain alone - and thy command     Shall then dissolve the world's unquiet trance,     And, multitudinous as the desert sand     Borne on the storm, its millions shall advance,     Thronging round thee, the light of their deliverance.     46.     'Then, like the forests of some pathless mountain,     Which from remotest glens two warring winds     Involve in fire which not the loosened fountain     Of broadest floods might quench, shall all the kinds     Of evil, catch from our uniting minds     The spark which must consume them; - Cythna then     Will have cast off the impotence that binds     Her childhood now, and through the paths of men     Will pass, as the charmed bird that haunts the serpent's den.     47.     'We part! - O Laon, I must dare nor tremble,     To meet those looks no more! - Oh, heavy stroke!     Sweet brother of my soul! can I dissemble     The agony of this thought?' - As thus she spoke     The gathered sobs her quivering accents broke,     And in my arms she hid her beating breast.     I remained still for tears - sudden she woke     As one awakes from sleep, and wildly pressed     My bosom, her whole frame impetuously possessed.     48.     'We part to meet again - but yon blue waste,     Yon desert wide and deep, holds no recess,     Within whose happy silence, thus embraced     We might survive all ills in one caress:     Nor doth the grave - I fear 'tis passionless -     Nor yon cold vacant Heaven: - we meet again     Within the minds of men, whose lips shall bless     Our memory, and whose hopes its light retain     When these dissevered bones are trodden in the plain.'     49.     I could not speak, though she had ceased, for now     The fountains of her feeling, swift and deep,     Seemed to suspend the tumult of their flow;     So we arose, and by the starlight steep     Went homeward - neither did we speak nor weep,     But, pale, were calm with passion - thus subdued     Like evening shades that o'er the mountains creep,     We moved towards our home; where, in this mood,     Each from the other sought refuge in solitude.