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Thro’ sun-outstaring Cherubim.’
‘Not so,’ cried one, a Virgin slim,
Plumed, wrap’d and robed in such gold-green
As thro’ woods sunset-dazed is seen,
Who half upon her dinted breast
Apollo sculpt in little press’d.
‘Come to my House of all delights,
Whose marble Stairs with merged flights
Are shallow’d in the viewless Lake;
Whose overpeering Turrets take
The peep of Dawn, or flashing turn
To Eve departing golden scorn.
There fairy-fluted pillars soar
To cloudy Roofs of limned lore,
And Walls are window’d with rare scapes
And rich designs: of blazon’d Capes
Pawing the sunset-burnish’d flood;
Of rib-railed reaches of Solitude;
Of rounded World and globed Skies,
And Stars between, and faint Moonrise;
Of black Tarns set mid mountain peaks
And spouting silver-foamed leaks;
Of Gods reclined, and Maids who move,
Unlidding lustrous eyes of love;
Of War; of Wisdom with a skull.
And in the high aisles Fountains full
Disperse a stream of coolness there
For frosted fern and maidenhair,
And sculptured beauty hold the way.
So thither go with me to-day.’
Plumed, wrap’d and robed in such gold-green
As thro’ woods sunset-dazed is seen,
Who half upon her dinted breast
Apollo sculpt in little press’d.
‘Come to my House of all delights,
Whose marble Stairs with merged flights
Are shallow’d in the viewless Lake;
Whose overpeering Turrets take
The peep of Dawn, or flashing turn
To Eve departing golden scorn.
There fairy-fluted pillars soar
To cloudy Roofs of limned lore,
And Walls are window’d with rare scapes
And rich designs: of blazon’d Capes
Pawing the sunset-burnish’d flood;
Of rib-railed reaches of Solitude;
Of rounded World and globed Skies,
And Stars between, and faint Moonrise;
Of black Tarns set mid mountain peaks
And spouting silver-foamed leaks;
Of Gods reclined, and Maids who move,
Unlidding lustrous eyes of love;
Of War; of Wisdom with a skull.
And in the high aisles Fountains full
Disperse a stream of coolness there
For frosted fern and maidenhair,
And sculptured beauty hold the way.
So thither go with me to-day.’
Then She who all in purple dight,
Brow-starr’d with orbed ruby light,
Lifted from under rich deep locks
Looks wrapt on Heaven, to earthly shocks
Descending, thus replied: ‘Not these
Flat hapless lands of Towers and Trees
May past the morn your spirit please.
But to some cold Crag, doffing drifts,
His cleared brow that Heavenward lifts,
And turns beneath the mistless Stars,
Come. There no dew distilled mars
The many hued Sidereal blaze,
And mooned Venus in white rage
Stares down the Dawn. Come; for that Glow
There solves to unpolluted flow
The crumbling crystals of the Snow;
And windworn Cataracts wavering plunge
To lightless pine-valleys. Come, O come!
Lest those faint Harmonies be unheard
Which, as from silver and gold strings stir’d
By the light fingers of the Wind,
Run from the poised orbs swiftly spin’d.’
She ceased, and with her finger tip
Made sound the lyre upon her hip,
And would have sung; but I replied,
‘To be unchosen is descried;
And we shall be made mad in Heaven
By need of choice of good things given.
I love all Three so passing well
Which I love best I cannot tell.
Alas!’—I cried, but checked the word,
For close behind a footstep heard
Compel’d me turn; when lo that Maid,
Dress’d in black velvet, who bewray’d
Plump Popes and Pastors once to fear,
Came up and took me by the ear.
‘Is this the way,’ she cried, ‘you waste
Time should be spent in huddling haste
To harry Ignorance to her den,
Or pink fat Folly with the pen?
Small unobserved things to use,
Each with its little mite of news,
To build that sheer hypothesis
Whose base on righteous Reason is,
Whose point among the Stars. For shame!
Enough the seeming-serious game.
But search the Depths; and for thy meed,
A place among the men indeed.’
Brow-starr’d with orbed ruby light,
Lifted from under rich deep locks
Looks wrapt on Heaven, to earthly shocks
Descending, thus replied: ‘Not these
Flat hapless lands of Towers and Trees
May past the morn your spirit please.
But to some cold Crag, doffing drifts,
His cleared brow that Heavenward lifts,
And turns beneath the mistless Stars,
Come. There no dew distilled mars
The many hued Sidereal blaze,
And mooned Venus in white rage
Stares down the Dawn. Come; for that Glow
There solves to unpolluted flow
The crumbling crystals of the Snow;
And windworn Cataracts wavering plunge
To lightless pine-valleys. Come, O come!
Lest those faint Harmonies be unheard
Which, as from silver and gold strings stir’d
By the light fingers of the Wind,
Run from the poised orbs swiftly spin’d.’
She ceased, and with her finger tip
Made sound the lyre upon her hip,
And would have sung; but I replied,
‘To be unchosen is descried;
And we shall be made mad in Heaven
By need of choice of good things given.
I love all Three so passing well
Which I love best I cannot tell.
Alas!’—I cried, but checked the word,
For close behind a footstep heard
Compel’d me turn; when lo that Maid,
Dress’d in black velvet, who bewray’d
Plump Popes and Pastors once to fear,
Came up and took me by the ear.
‘Is this the way,’ she cried, ‘you waste
Time should be spent in huddling haste
To harry Ignorance to her den,
Or pink fat Folly with the pen?
Small unobserved things to use,
Each with its little mite of news,
To build that sheer hypothesis
Whose base on righteous Reason is,
Whose point among the Stars. For shame!
Enough the seeming-serious game.
But search the Depths; and for thy meed,
A place among the men indeed.’
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