III. She took the little ivory chest, With half a sigh she turn'd the key, My gifts, when gifts of mine could please; As looks a father on the things Of his dead son, I look'd on these. IV. She told me all her friends had said; But in my words were seeds of fire. V. "Thro' slander, meanest spawn of Hell VI. We parted: sweetly gleam'd the stars, So fresh they rose in shadow'd swells; "Dark porch," I said, "and silent aisle, There comes a sound of marriage bells." THE VISION OF SIN. I I. HAD a vision when the night was late: A youth came riding toward a palace-gate. As when the sun, a crescent of eclipse, Dreams over lake and lawn, and isles and capes Suffused them, sitting, lying, languid shapes, By heaps of gourds, and skins of wine, and piles of grapes II. Then methought I heard a mellow sound, Till thronging in and in, to where they waited, As 'twere a hundred-throated nightingale, The strong tempestuous treble throbb'd and palpitated; Ran into its giddiest whirl of sound, Caught the sparkles, and in circles, Purple gauzes, golden hazes, liquid mazes, Flung the torrent rainbow round: Then they started from their places, Moved with violence, changed in hue, Wheeling with precipitate paces Flutter'd headlong from the sky. III. And then I look'd up toward a mountain-tract, From those still heights, and, slowly drawing near, Came floating on for many a month and year, IV. "Wrinkled ostler, grim and thin! Here is custom come your way; Stuff his ribs with mouldy hay. "Bitter barmaid, waning fast! "Slip-shod waiter, lank and sour, At the Dragon on the heath! Let us have a quiet hour, Let us hob-and-nob with Death. "I am old, but let me drink; "Wine is good for shrivell'd lips, "Sit thee down, and have no shame, Cheek by jowl, and knee by knee: What care I for any name? What for order or degree? "Let me screw thee up a peg: Let me loose thy tongue with wine: Callest thou that thing a leg? Which is thinnest? thine or mine? "Thou shalt not be saved by works: Thou hast been a sinner too: Ruin'd trunks on wither'd forks, Empty scarecrows, I and you! "Fill the cup, and fill the can: Have a rouse before the morn: Every moment dies a man, Every moment one is born. "We are men of ruin'd blood; Therefore comes it we are wise. Fish are we that love the mud, Rising to no fancy-flies. "Name and fame! to fly sublime Thro' the courts, the camps, the schools, Is to be the ball of Time, Bandied by the hands of fools. "Friendship!—to be two in one- "Virtue!-to be good and just— Every heart, when sifted well, Is a clot of warmer dust, Mix'd with cunning sparks of hell. "O! we two as well can look "Fill the cup, and fill the can: Have a rouse before the morn: Every moment dies a man, Every moment one is born. "Drink, and let the parties rave: They are fill'd with idle spleen; Rising, falling, like a wave, For they know not what they mean. "He that roars for liberty Faster binds a tyrant's power; And the tyrant's cruel glee Forces on the frer hour. |