From thy sphere!
Whatever star contain thy glory;

In the eternal depths of Heaven
Albeit thou watchest with « the seven, >>

Though through space infinite and hoary

*

Before thy bright wings worlds be driven,
Yet hear!

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Oh! think of her who holds thee dear!
And though she nothing is to thee,
Yet think that thou art all to her..
Thou canst not tell, and never be
Such pangs decreed to aught save me,-
The bitterness of tears.

Eternity is in thine years,

Unborn, undying beauty in thine eyes;
With me thou canst not sympathize,
Except in love, and there thou must
Acknowledge that more loving dust
Ne'er wept beneath the skies.
Thou walk'st thy many worlds, thou see'st
The face of Him who made thee great,
As He hath made me of the least

Of those cast out from Eden's gate:

Yet, Seraph dear!

Oh hear!

For thou hast loved me, and I would not die

Until I know what I must die in knowing,

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 heart

A war unworthy: to an Adamite

Forgive, my Seraph! that such thoughts appear,

For sorrow is our element;

Delight

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.--

Appear! Appear!

Seraph!

My own Azaziel! be but here,

And leave the stars to their own light.

Thou rulest in the upper air

Or warring with the spirits who may dare

Dispute with Him

Who made all empires, empire; or recalling,
Some wandering star which shoots through the abyss,
Whose tenants dying, while their world is falling,
Share the dim destiny of clay in this;
Or joining with the inferior cherubim,
Thou deignest to partake their hymn-

Samiasa!

I call thee, I await thee, and I love thee.
Many worship thee, that will I not:

If that thy spirit down to mine may move thee,
Descend and share my lot!

Though I be form'd of clay,
And thou of beams

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 was lighted at thy God's and thine.

It may be hidden long: death and decay
Our mother Eve bequeath'd us-but my heart
Defies it: though this life must pass away,

Is that a cause for thee and me to part?
Thou art immortal-so am I: I feel-

I feel my immortality o'ersweep

All pains, all tears, all time, all fears, and peal,
Like the eternal thunders of the deep,

Into my ears this truth-thou livest for ever!»

But if it be in joy

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, coil
Around me still! and I will smile

And curse thee not; but hold
Thee in as warm a fold

As--but descend; and prove
A mortal's love

For an immortal. If the skies contain

More joy than thou canst give and take, remain !

ANAH.

Sister, sister! I view them winging

Their bright way through the parted night.

AHOLIBAМАН.

The clouds from off their pinions flinging

As though they bore to-morrow's light.

ANAH.

But if our Father see the sight!

AHOLIBAМАН.

He would but deem it was the moon
Rising unto some sorcerer's tune

An hour too soon.

ΑΝΑΗ.

They come! he comes! Azaziel!

AHOLIBAМАН.

Haste

To meet them! Oh! for wings to bear
My spirit, while they hover there,

To Samiasa's breast!

ANAH.

Lo! they have kindled all the west,

Like a returning sunset;-lo!

On Ararat's late secret crest

A mild and many-colour'd bow,
The remnant of their flashing path,
Now shines! and now, behold! it hath
Return'd to night, as rippling foam,
Which the leviathan hath lash'd-
From his unfathomable home,

When sporting on the face of the calm deep,
Subsides soon after he again hath dash'd

Down, down, to where the ocean's fountains sleep.

AHOLIBАМАН.

They have touch'd earth! Samiasa!

ANAH.

My Azaziel!

(Exeunt.)

SCENE II.

Enter IRAD and JAPHET.

IRAD.

Despond not: wherefore wilt thou wander thus

To add thy silence to the silent night,

And lift thy tearful eye unto the stars?

They cannot aid thee.

JAPHET.

But they soothe me-now

Perhaps she looks upon them as I look.
Methinks a being that is beautiful
Becometh more so as it looks on beauty,

The eternal beauty of undying things.

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Oh, Anah!

IRAD.

But she loves thee not.

JAPHET.

Alas!

IRAD.

And proud Aholibamah spurns me also.

JAPHET.

I feel for thee too.

IRAD.

Let her keep her pride,