SONNET: SILENCE. THERE are some qualities-some incorporate things, That have a double life, which thus is made A type of that twin entity which springs From matter and light, evinced in solid and shade. There is a twofold Silence-sea and shore Body and soul. One dwells in lonely places, Newly with grass o'ergrown; some solemn graces, Some human memories and tearful lore, Render him terrorless: his name's "No More." He is the corporate Silence: dread him not! No power hath he of evil in himself; Bring thee to meet his shadow (nameless elf, THE CONQUEROR WORM. Lo! 'tis a gala night Within the lonesome latter years! An angel throng, bewinged, bedight In veils, and drowned in tears, Sit in a theatre, to see 1 A play of hopes and fears, While the orchestra breathes fitfully The music of the spheres. Mimes, in the form of God on high, Mutter and mumble low, And hither and thither fly Mere puppets they, who come and go At bidding of vast formless things Flapping from out their Condor wings That motley drama-oh, be sure It shall not be forgot! With its Phantom chased for evermore By a crowd that seize it not, Through a circle that ever returneth in And much of Madness, and more of Sin, But see, amid the mimic rout A crawling shape intrude! A blood-red thing that writhes from out The scenic solitude! It writhes !-it writhes!-with mortal pangs The mimes become its food, And the seraphs sob at vermin fangs In human gore imbued. Out-out are the lights-out all ! And, over each quivering form, The curtain, a funeral pall, Comes down with the rush of a storm, And the angels, all pallid and wan, That the play is the tragedy "Man," And its hero the Conqueror Worm." THE HAUNTED PALACE. In the greenest of our valleys Once a fair and stately palace Radiant palace-reared its head. In the monarch Thought's dominion It stood there ! Never seraph spread a pinion Over fabric half so fair! Banners yellow, glorious, golden, (This-all this-was in the olden Time long ago); And every gentle air that dallied, In that sweet day, Along the ramparts plumed and pallid, A winged odour went away. |