The Revolt Of Islam. - To Mary - - .

1.     So now my summer-task is ended, Mary,     And I return to thee, mine own heart's home;     As to his Queen some victor Knight of Faery,     Earning bright spoils for her enchanted dome;     Nor thou disdain, that ere my fame become     A star among the stars of mortal night,     If it indeed may cleave its natal gloom,     Its doubtful promise thus I would unite     With thy beloved name, thou Child of love and light.     2.     The toil which stole from thee so many an hour,     Is ended, - and the fruit is at thy feet!     No longer where the woods to frame a bower     With interlaced branches mix and meet,     Or where with sound like many voices sweet,     Waterfalls leap among wild islands green,     Which framed for my lone boat a lone retreat     Of moss-grown trees and weeds, shall I be seen;     But beside thee, where still my heart has ever been.     3.     Thoughts of great deeds were mine, dear Friend, when first     The clouds which wrap this world from youth did pass.     I do remember well the hour which burst     My spirit's sleep. A fresh May-dawn it was,     When I walked forth upon the glittering grass,     And wept, I knew not why; until there rose     From the near schoolroom, voices that, alas!     Were but one echo from a world of woes -     The harsh and grating strife of tyrants and of foes.     4.     And then I clasped my hands and looked around -      - But none was near to mock my streaming eyes,     Which poured their warm drops on the sunny ground -     So without shame I spake: - 'I will be wise,     And just, and free, and mild, if in me lies     Such power, for I grow weary to behold     The selfish and the strong still tyrannise     Without reproach or check.' I then controlled     My tears, my heart grew calm, and I was meek and bold.     5.     And from that hour did I with earnest thought     Heap knowledge from forbidden mines of lore;     Yet nothing that my tyrants knew or taught     I cared to learn, but from that secret store     Wrought linked armour for my soul, before     It might walk forth to war among mankind;     Thus power and hope were strengthened more and more     Within me, till there came upon my mind     A sense of loneliness, a thirst with which I pined.     6.     Alas, that love should be a blight and snare     To those who seek all sympathies in one! -     Such once I sought in vain; then black despair,     The shadow of a starless night, was thrown     Over the world in which I moved alone: -     Yet never found I one not false to me,     Hard hearts, and cold, like weights of icy stone     Which crushed and withered mine, that could not be     Aught but a lifeless clod, until revived by thee.     7.     Thou Friend, whose presence on my wintry heart     Fell, like bright Spring upon some herbless plain;     How beautiful and calm and free thou wert     In thy young wisdom, when the mortal chain     Of Custom thou didst burst and rend in twain,     And walked as free as light the clouds among,     Which many an envious slave then breathed in vain     From his dim dungeon, and my spirit sprung     To meet thee from the woes which had begirt it long!     8.     No more alone through the world's wilderness,     Although I trod the paths of high intent,     I journeyed now: no more companionless,     Where solitude is like despair, I went. -     There is the wisdom of a stern content     When Poverty can blight the just and good,     When Infamy dares mock the innocent,     And cherished friends turn with the multitude     To trample: this was ours, and we unshaken stood!     9.     Now has descended a serener hour,     And with inconstant fortune, friends return;     Though suffering leaves the knowledge and the power     Which says: - Let scorn be not repaid with scorn.     And from thy side two gentle babes are born     To fill our home with smiles, and thus are we     Most fortunate beneath life's beaming morn;     And these delights, and thou, have been to me     The parents of the Song I consecrate to thee.     10.     Is it that now my inexperienced fingers     But strike the prelude of a loftier strain?     Or, must the lyre on which my spirit lingers     Soon pause in silence, ne'er to sound again,     Though it might shake the Anarch Custom's reign,     And charm the minds of men to Truth's own sway     Holier than was Amphion's? I would fain     Reply in hope - but I am worn away,     And Death and Love are yet contending for their prey.     11.     And what art thou? I know, but dare not speak:     Time may interpret to his silent years.     Yet in the paleness of thy thoughtful cheek,     And in the light thine ample forehead wears,     And in thy sweetest smiles, and in thy tears,     And in thy gentle speech, a prophecy     Is whispered, to subdue my fondest fears:     And through thine eyes, even in thy soul I see     A lamp of vestal fire burning internally.     12.     They say that thou wert lovely from thy birth,     Of glorious parents thou aspiring Child.     I wonder not - for One then left this earth     Whose life was like a setting planet mild,     Which clothed thee in the radiance undefiled     Of its departing glory; still her fame     Shines on thee, through the tempests dark and wild     Which shake these latter days; and thou canst claim     The shelter, from thy Sire, of an immortal name.     13.     One voice came forth from many a mighty spirit,     Which was the echo of three thousand years;     And the tumultuous world stood mute to hear it,     As some lone man who in a desert hears     The music of his home: - unwonted fears     Fell on the pale oppressors of our race,     And Faith, and Custom, and low-thoughted cares,     Like thunder-stricken dragons, for a space     Left the torn human heart, their food and dwelling-place.     14.     Truth's deathless voice pauses among mankind!     If there must be no response to my cry -     If men must rise and stamp with fury blind     On his pure name who loves them, - thou and I,     Sweet friend! can look from our tranquillity     Like lamps into the world's tempestuous night, -     Two tranquil stars, while clouds are passing by     Which wrap them from the foundering seaman's sight,     That burn from year to year with unextinguished light.