As the place, the time, the fashion of those lives: I had not seen a work of lofty art,
Nor woman's beauty nor sweet nature's face, Yet, I say, never morn broke clear as those On the dim clustered isles in the blue sea,
The deep groves and white temples and wet caves: And nothing ever will surprise me now Who stood beside the naked Swift-footed, Who bound my forehead with Proserpine's hair.
And strange it is that I who could so dream Should e'er have stooped to aim at aught beneath - Aught low or painful; but I never doubted: So, as I grew, I rudely shaped my life Το my immediate wants; yet strong beneath Was a vague sense of power though folded up A sense that, though those shades and times were past, Their spirit dwelt in me, with them should rule.
Then came a pause, and long restraint chained down My soul till it was changed. I lost myself, And were it not that I so loathe that loss, I could recall how first I learned to turn My mind against itself; and the effects
In deeds for which remorse were vain as for The wanderings of delirious dream; yet thence 350 Came cunning, envy, falsehood, all world's wrong That spotted me at length I cleansed my soul. Yet long world's influence remained; and naught But the still life I led, apart once more, Which left me free to seek soul's old delights, Could e'er have brought me thus far back to peace.
As peace returned, I sought out some pursuit ; And song rose, no new impulse but the one
With which all others best could be combined.
My life has not been that of those whose heaven 360 Was lampless save where poesy shone out; But as a clime where glittering mountain-tops And glancing sea and forests steeped in light Give back reflected the far-flashing sun; For music (which is earnest of a heaven, Seeing we know emotions strange by it, Not else to be revealed,) is like a voice, A low voice calling fancy, as a friend, To the green woods in the gay summer time: And she fills all the way with dancing shapes Which have made painters pale, and they go on Till stars look at them and winds call to them As they leave life's path for the twilight world Where the dead gather. This was not at first, For I scarce knew what I would do. I had An impulse but no yearning-only sang.
And first I sang as I in dream have seen Music wait on a lyrist for some thought, Yet singing to herself until it came.
I turned to those old times and scenes where all 380 That's beautiful had birth for me, and made
Rude verses on them all; and then I paused I had done nothing, so I sought to know What other minds achieved. No fear outbroke As on the works of mighty bards I gazed, In the first joy at finding my own thoughts Recorded, my own fancies justified, And their aspirings but my very own. With them I first explored passion and mind, - All to begin afresh! I rather sought
To rival what I wondered at than form
Creations of my own; if much was light Lent by the others, much was yet my own.
I paused again: a change was coming -- came : I was no more a boy, the past was breaking Before the future and like fever worked.
I thought on my new self, and all my powers Burst out. I dreamed not of restraint, but gazed On all things: schemes and systems went and came, And I was proud (being vainest of the weak) In wandering o'er thought's world to seek some one To be my prize, as if you wandered o'er The White Way for a star.
Not so much on a system as a man
On one, whom praise of mine shall not offend, Who was as calin as beauty, being such
Unto mankind as thou to me, Pauline,
Believing in them and devoting all
His soul's strength to their winning back to peace; Who sent forth hopes and longings for their sake, 410 Clothed in all passion's melodies: such first
Caught me and set me, slave of a sweet task, To disentangle, gather sense from song:
Since, song-inwoven, lurked there words which seemed A key to a new world, the muttering
Of angels, something yet unguessed by man. How my heart leapt as still I sought and found Much there, I felt my own soul had conceived, But there living and burning! Soon the orb Of his conceptions dawned on me; its praise 420 Lives in the tongues of men, men's brows are high When his name means a triumph and a pride,
So, my weak voice may well forbear to shame What seemed decreed my fate: I threw myself To meet it, I was vowed to liberty,
Men were to be as gods and earth as heaven, And I - -ah, what a life was mine to prove! My whole soul rose to meet it.
I shall go mad, if I recall that time!
Oh let me look back ere I leave forever The time which was an hour one fondly waits For a fair girl that comes a withered hag! And I was lonely, far from woods and fields, And amid dullest sights, who should be loose As a stag; yet I was full of bliss, who lived With Plato and who had the key to life; And I had dimly shaped my first attempt, And many a thought did I build up on thought, As the wild bee hangs cell to cell; in vain, For I must still advance, no rest for mind.
'T was in my plan to look on real life, The life all new to me; my theories
Were firm, so them I left, to look and learn Mankind, its cares, hopes, fears, its woes and joys; And, as I pondered on their ways, I sought How best life's end might be attained Comprising every joy. I deeply mused.
And suddenly without heart-wreck I awoke As from a dream: I said "'T was beautiful, Yet but a dream, and so adieu to it!"
As some world-wanderer sees in a far meadow
Where song takes shelter and delicious mirth
Strange towers and high-walled gardens thick with trees,
From laughing fairy creatures peeping over,
And on the morrow when he comes to lie Forever 'neath those garden-trees fruit-flushed Sung round by fairies, all his search is vain. First went my hopes of perfecting mankind, Next - faith in them, and then in freedom's self And virtue's self, then my own motives, ends And aims and loves, and human love went last. I felt this no decay, because new powers Rose as old feelings left wit, mockery, Light-heartedness; for I had oft been sad, Mistrusting my resolves, but now I cast Hope joyously away: I laughed and said. "No more of this!" I must not think: at length I looked again to see if all went well.
My powers were greater: as some temple seemed 469 My soul, where naught is changed and incense rolls Around the altar, only God is gone
And some dark spirit sitteth in his seat.
So, I passed through the temple and to me
Knelt troops of shadows, and they cried "Hail, king! We serve thee now and thou shalt serve no more! Call on us, prove us, let us worship thee!" And I said "
Are ye strong? Let fancy bear me
As Arab birds float sleeping in the wind, O'er deserts, towers and forests, I being calm. And I said I have nursed up energies, They will prey on me." And a band knelt low And cried "Lord, we are here and we will make Safe way for thee in thine appointed life!
But look on us!" And I said "Ye will worship Me; should my heart not worship too?" They shouted
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