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From thy sphere!
Whatever star contain thy glory;
Albeit thou watchest with the seven, »
Oh! think of her who holds thee dear!
Eternity is in thine years,
Unborn, undying beauty in thine eyes;
As He hath made me of the least
Of those cast out from Eden's gate:
Oh hear !
For thou hast loved me, and I would not die
That thou forget'st in thine eternity
Her whose heart death could not keep from o'erflowing
For thee, immortal essence as thou art!
* The Archangels, said to be seven in number.
Great is their love who love in sin and fear;
And such I feel are waging in my
A war unworthy: to an Adamite
Forgive, my Seraph! that such thoughts appear,
An Eden kept afar from sight,
Though sometimes with our visions blent.
The hour is near
Which tells me we are not abandon'd quite.--
My own Azaziel! be but here,
Thou rulest in the upper air
Or warring with the spirits who may dare
Who made all empires, empire; or recalling,
Or joining with the inferior cherubim,
I call thee, I await thee, and I love thee.
If that thy spirit down to mine may move thee,
Descend and share my lot!
Though I be form'd of clay,
More bright than those of day
On Eden's streams,
Thine immortality can not repay
With love more warm than mine
My love. There is a ray
In me, which, though forbidden yet to shine,
I feel my immortality o'ersweep
All pains, all tears, all time, all fears, and peal,
I know not, nor would know;
That secret rests with the Almighty giver
Who folds in clouds the fonts of bliss and woe. But thee and me He never can destroy; Change us He may, but not o'erwhelm; we are Of as eternal essence, and must war
With Him if He will war with us: with thee
I can share all things, even immortal sorrow; For thou hast ventured to share life with me; And shall I shrink from thine eternity?
No! though the serpent's sting should pierce me thorough,
And thou thyself wert like the serpent,
Around me still! and I will smile
And curse thee not; but hold
Thee in as warm a fold
-but descend; and prove
A mortal's love
For an immortal. If the skies contain
More joy than thou canst give and take, remain !
Sister, sister! I view them winging
Their bright way through the parted night.
The clouds from off their pinions flinging
But if our Father see the sight!
He would but deem it was the moon
Rising unto some sorcerer's tune
An hour too soon.
They come! he comes! Azaziel !
To meet them! Oh! for wings to bear
My spirit, while they hover there,
Lo! they have kindled all the west,
Like a returning sunset;-lo!
A mild and many-colour'd bow,
Which the leviathan hath lash'd
From his unfathomable home,
When sporting on the face of the calm deep,
Down, down, to where the ocean's fountains sleep.
They have touch'd earth! Samiasa!
Enter IRAD and JAPHET.
Despond not: wherefore wilt thou wander thus
To add thy silence to the silent night,
But they soothe me-now
Perhaps she looks upon them as I look.