20 In a cavern under is fettered the thunder, Lured by the love of the genii that move Wherever he dream, under mountain or stream, The Spirit he loves remains; And I all the while bask in Heaven's blue smile, Whilst he is dissolving in rains. 30 TO NIGHT SWIFTLY walk o'er the western wave, Out of the misty eastern cave, Wrap thy form in a mantle gray, Blind with thine hair the eyes of Day; When I arose and saw the dawn, I sighed for thee; 5 10 15 When light rode high, and the dew was gone, I sighed for thee. 20 1824 A tone which is now forever fled, A hope which is now forever past, A love so sweet it could not last, 5 Was Time long past. 20 Yet wherefore? Quench within their burning bed Thy fiery tears, and let thy loud heart keep Like his, a mute and uncomplaining sleep; For he is gone, where all things wise and fair Descend; oh, dream not that the amorous Deep 25 Will yet restore him to the vital air; at our despair. Most musical of mourners, weep again! Lament anew, Urania! He died, 30 Who was the Sire of an immortal strain, Blind, old, and lonely, when his country's pride, The priest, the slave, and the liberticide, Trampled and mocked with many a loathed rite Of lust and blood; he went, unterrified, Most musical of mourners, weep anew! |