Even then, her presence had the power Brightening the storm it cannot calm. Oft, too, when that disheartening fear, The dreadful thought that it must die! Most full of sadness, from the thought The death-pang, without power to die! "Twixt heart and heart-could charm away; Listen, and, if a tear there be Left in your hearts, weep it for me. "Twas on the evening of a day, And those wings furl'd, whose open light And found myself-oh, ecstasy, 1 Pococke, however, gives it as the opinion of the Mahometan doctors, that all souls, not only of men and of animals, Worshipp❜d as only God should be, And loved as never man was yet! In that same garden were we now, Thoughtfully side by side reclining, Her eyes turn'd upward, and her brow With its own silent fancies shining. It was an evening bright and still As ever blush'd on wave or bower, Smiling from heaven, as if naught ill Could happen in so sweet an hour. Yet, I remember, both grew sad In looking at that light-even she, Of heart so fresh, and brow so glad, Felt the still hour's solemnity, And thought she saw, in that repose, The death-hour not alone of light, But of this whole fair world-the close Of all things beautiful and bright— The last, grand sunset, in whose ray Nature herself died calm away! Little did she, alas, or I Ev'n I, whose soul, but half-way yet Immerged in sin's obscurity Was as the earth whereon we lie, O'er half whose disk the sun is setLittle did we foresee the fate, The dreadful-how can it be told? Such pain, such anguish to relate Is o'er again to feel, behold! But, charged as 'tis, my heart must speak Pass'd for a moment through my breast- Nor saw I aught that could forbid My full revealment, save the dread Of that first dazzle, when, unhid, Such light should burst upon a lid Ne'er tried in heaven ;-and even this glare She might, by love's own nursing care, Be, like young eagles, taught to bear. For well I knew, the lustre sheċ From Cherub wings, when proudlier spread, Was, in its nature, lambent, pure, And innocent as is the light The glow-worm hangs out to allure Her mate to her green bower at night. Oft had I, in the mid-air, swept Through clouds in which the lightning slept, As in its lair, ready to spring, Yet waked it not-though from my wing A thousand sparks fell glittering! Oft too when round me from above The feather'd snow, in all its whiteness, Fell, like the moultings of heaven's Dove,'So harmless, though so full of brightness, Was my brow's wreath, that it would shake From off its flowers each downy flake As delicate, unmelted, fair, And cool as they had lighted there. Nay ev'n-with LILIS-had I not Around her sleep all radiant beam'd, Hung o'er her slumbers, nor forgot To kiss her eyelids, as she dream'd? 1 The Dove, or pigeon which attended Mahomet as his Familiar, an' was frequently seen to whisper in his ear, was, if I recollec right, one of that select number of animals (including also the ant of Solomon, the dog of the Seven Sleepers, &c.) which were thought by the Prophet worthy of admission into Paradise. "The Moslems have a tradition that Mahomet was saved (when he hid himself in a cave in Mount Shur) by his pursuers finding the mouth of the cave covered by a spider's web, and a nest built by two pigeons at the entrance, with two eggs unbroken in it, which made them think no one could have entered it. In consequence of this, they say, Mahomet enjoined his followers to look upon pigeons as sacred, and never to kill a spider."-Modern Universal History, vol 1. And yet, at morn, from that repose, Thus having-as, alas, deceived As though th' unlocking of the skies Then waited but a sign from me- Watching the rise of the full moon, Whose light, when once its orb hath shone, "Twill madden them to look upon! Of all my glories, the bright crown, Which, when I last from heaven came down, That shines from out those clouds afar,- Was wanting:-but th' illumined brow, Of that rich panoply of charms Thus glorious, glided to her arms; How could the hand, that gave such charms, 1 "Mohammed, (says Sale,) though a prophet, was not able to bear the sight of Gabriel, when he appeared in his proper form, much ess would others be able to support it." That every spark of that pure flame Pure, while among the stars I dweltWas now, by my transgression, turn'd Into gross, earthly fire, which burn'd, Burn'd all it touch'd, as fast as eye Could follow the fierce, ravening flashes; Till there-oh God, I still ask why Such doom was hers?-I saw her lie Blackening within my arms to ashes! That brow, a glory but to see Those lips, whose touch was what the first Fresh cup of immortality Is to a new-made angel's thirst! As when they first were round me cast, But, burning, held me to the last! And mine, oh misery! mine the flame, Had blasted all that loveliness! 'Twas maddening!-but now hear even worse— Had death, death only, been the curse I brought upon her-had the doom "Twere not so dreadful-but, come near- Their last, keen, agonized farewell, In her last struggle, on my brow So withering!-I feel it now "Twas fire--but fire, ev'n more unbless'd Than was my own, and like that flame, The angels shudder but to name, Hell's everlasting element ! Deep, deep it pierced into my brain, Madd'ning and torturing as it went; And here-mark here, the brand, the stain It left upon my front-burnt in By that last kiss of love and sin A brand, which all the pomp and pride Of a fallen Spirit cannot hide! But is it thus, dread Providence Can it, indeed, be thus, that she, And yet, that look-so deeply fraught With more than anguish, with despairThat new, fierce fire, resembling naught In heaven or earth-this scorch I bear!Oh-for the first time that these knees Have bent before thee since my fall, Great Power, if ever thy decrees Thou couldst for prayer like mine recall, Pardon that spirit, and on me, On me, who taught her pride to err, Thy burning vial keeps for her! And pray for that poor mortal one. Bright, erring souls are not forgiven; That creature's sufferings all to me- He paused, and to the earth bent down Those angel youths, beside him knelt, And endless love, proclaims He is ! Not long they knelt, when, from a wood (So kin its spirit to the lute's,) Tremblingly follow'd the soft strain, Interpreting its joy, its pain, And lending the light wings of words To many a thought, that else had lain Unfledged and mute among the chords. All started at the sound-but chief The third young Angel, in whose face, Had left a gentler, holier trace; The bitterness should pass away. To his bright peers, while thus it spoke :"Come, pray with me, my seraph love, "My angel-lord, come pray with me; "In vain to-night my lip hath strove "To send one holy prayer above"The knee may bend, the lip may move, "But pray I cannot, without thee! "I've fed the altar in my bower "With droppings from the incense tree; "I've shelter'd it from wind and shower, "But dim it burns the livelong hour, "As if, like me, it had no power "Of life or lustre, without thee! "A boat at midnight sent alone "To drift upon the moonless sea, "A lute, whose leading chord is gone, "A wounded bird, that hath but one "Imperfect wing to soar upon, "Are like what I am, without thee! "Then ne'er, my spirit-love, divide, "In life or death, thyself from me; "But when again, in sunny pride, "Thou walk'st through Eden, let me glide, "A prostrate shadow, by thy side "Oh happier thus than without thee!" The song had ceased, when, from the wood There suddenly shone out a light That haunt a poet's walk at even, Upon his dreams of love and heaven. By any but the eyes she sought, Had scarcely for an instant shone Through the dark leaves, when she was gone Gone, like a meteor that o'erhead Suddenly shines, and, ere we've said, "Behold, how beautiful!"-'tis fled. Yet, ere she went, the words, "I come, Of habit, that hath drawn hearts near, The present, and the time to be, Lengthen out life's true harmony! 1 Seth is a favorite personage among the Orientals, and acts a conspicuous part in many of their most extravagant romances. The Syrians pretended to have a Testament of this Patriarch in their possession, in which was explained the whole theology of angels, their different orders, &c. &c. The Curds, too, (as Hyde mentions in his Appendix,) have a book, which contains all the rites of their religion, and which they call Sohuph Sheit, or the Book of Seth. In the same manner that Seth and Cham are supposed to have preserved these memorials of antediluvian knowledge, Xixuthrus is said in Chaldæan fable to have deposited in Siparis, the city of the Sun, those monuments of science which he had saved out of the waters of a deluge.-See Jablonski's learned remarks upon these columns or tablets of Seth, which he supposes to be the same with the pillars of Mercury, or the Egyptian Thoth.-Pantheon. Egypt. lib. v., сар. 5. The Mussulmans, says D'Ilerbelot, apply the general name, Mocarreboun, to all those Spirits "qui approchent le plus près le Trône." Of this number are Mikail and Gebrail. The Seraphs stand3-this burning sign Ev'n those to high-brow'd Cherubs given, Transcend all Knowledge, ev'n in heaven! 3 The Seraphim, or Spirits of Divine Love. There appears to be, among writers on the East, as well as among the Orientals themselves, considerable indecision with regard to the respective claims of Seraphim and Cherubim to the highest rank in the celestial hierarchy. The derivation which Hyde assigns to the word Cherub seems to determine the precedence in favor of that order of spirits:"Cherubim, i. e. Propinqui Angeli, qui sc. Deo proprius quam alii accedunt; nam Charab est i. q. Karab, appropinquare." (P. 263.) Al Beidawi, too, one of the commentators of the Koran, on that passage, "the angels, who bear the throne, and those who stand about it," (chap. xl.) says, "These are the Cherubim, the highest order of angels." On the other hand, we have seen, in a preceding note, that the Syrians place the sphere in which the Seraphs dwell at the very summit of all the celestial systems; and even, among Mahometans, the words Azazil and Mocarrehoun (which mean the spirits that stand nearest to the throne of Alla are indiscriminately applied to both Seraphim and Cheru bim. |