How happy were ye, living and possessing, First Spirit. I wail, I wail! Now hear my charge to-day, Thou man, thou woman, marked as the misdoers And now, in change for what lent, ye give me Second Spirit. I wail, I wail! Behold ye that I fasten My sorrow's fang upon your souls dishonoured? Accursed transgressors! down the steep ye hasten,— Your crown's weight on the world, to drag it downward Unto your ruin. Lo! my lions, scenting First Spirit. I wail, I wail! Do you hear that I wail? I had no part in your transgression-none. Do I thrill at this curse of death and winter ?---- Second Spirit. I wail, I wail! I wail in the assault of undeserved perdition, sorely wounded! My nightingale sang sweet without a fault, My gentle leopards innocently bounded. We were obedient. What is this convulses Our blameless life with pangs and fever pulses ? Eve. I choose God's thunder and His angels' swords To die by, Adam, rather than such words. Let us pass out and flee. Adam. We cannot flee. This zodiac of the creatures' cruelty Curls round us, like a river cold and drear, I feel your steps, O wandering sinners, strike A sense of death to me, and undug graves! The heart of earth, once calm, is trembling like The ragged foam along the ocean-waves: The restless earthquakes rock against each other; The elements moan 'round me- -'Mother, mother !'— And I wail! Second Spirit. Your melancholy looks do pierce me through; Corruption swathes the paleness of your beauty. Why have ye done this thing? What did we do That we should fall from bliss as ye from duty? Wild shriek the hawks, in waiting for their jesses, Fierce howl the wolves along the wildernesses— And I wail! Adam. To thee, the Spirit of the harmless earth, To thee, the Spirit of earth's harmless lives, Inferior creatures but still innocent, Be salutation from a guilty mouth Yet worthy of some audience and respect From you who are not guilty. If we have sinned, God hath rebuked us, who is over us To give rebuke or death, and if ye wail Because of any suffering from our sin, And pass out from our presence in such peace Such as the Heavens have made you. Verily, Eve. No strife, mine Adam? Let us not stand high Upon the wrong we did to reach disdain, Who rather should be humbler evermore Since self-made sadder. Adam! shall I speak— I who spake once to such a bitter end- Shall I speak humbly now, who once was proud? Than thou hast, O mine Adam, O my king— Adam. Speak as thou wilt. Eve. Thus, then-my hand in thine Sweet, dreadful Spirits! I pray you humbly in the name of God, Not to say of these tears, which are impure— From you to me, by reason of my sin,- Or hear the winds make pastoral peace between Work out their bubbling mysteries under ground,— In melancholy of humiliant thoughts. And when your tongues reprove me, make me smooth, And peradventure better while more sad. For look to it sweet Spirits, look well to it, The law of your own righteousness, and keep For was I not, At that last sunset seen in Paradise, When all the westering clouds flashed out in throngs All hushed and solemn, as a thought of God Along our swarded garden, but the grass Tracked me with greenness? Could I stand aside A moment underneath a cornel-tree, But all the leaves did tremble as alive With songs of fifty birds who were made glad Speaking of joy? And is not this more shame, And chosen it for fruit? Nay, is not this Still most despair,-to have halved that bitter fruit, And ruined, so, the sweetest friend I have, Turning the GREATEST to mine enemy? Adam. I will not hear thee speak so. Harken, Spirits! Our God, who is the enemy of none But only of their sin, hath set your hope And my hope, in a promise, on this Head. |