or a fog
Rolling off sunlight's arrows. Not mightier Phoebus in ire,
Nor deadlier Jove's avengeing right hand, than he of the brain
Keen at an enemy's mind to
encircle and
pierce and constrain,
Muffling his own for a fate-charged blow very Gods may admire.
Sure to behold are his eagles on high where the
conflict raged.
Rightly, then, should France
worship, and
deafen the disaccord
Of those who dare
withstand an
irresistible sword
To
thwart his predestined subjection of Europe. Let them submit!
She said it aloud, and heard in her breast, as a
singer caged,
With the beat of wings at bars, Earth's fluttering little lyre.
No more at
midway heaven, but liker
midway to the pit:
Not singing the spirally
upward of
rapture, the
downward of pain
Rather, the drop sheer
downward from
pressure of
merciless weight.
Her strangled thought got
breath, with her
worship held debate;
To yield and sink, yet eye askant the mark she had missed.
Over the black-blue rollers of that broad Westerly main,
Steady to sky, the light of Liberty glowed
In a
flamingpillar, that cast on the troubled waters a road
For Europe to cross, and see the thing lost subsist.
For there 'twas a
shepherd led his people, no
butcher of sheep;
Firmly there the
banner he first upreared
Stands to rally; and nourishing grain do his children reap
From a father
beloved in life, in his death revered.
Contemplating him and his work, shall a skyward glance
Clearer sight of our dreamed and
abandoned obtain;
Nay, but as if seen in station above the Republic, France
Had view of her one-day's
heavenly lover again;
Saw him amid the bright host looking down on her; knew she had
erred,
Knew him her judge, knew yonder the spirit preferred;
Yonder the base of the
summit she
strove that day to ascend,
Ere
cannon mastered her soul, and all dreams had end.
VII
Soon felt she in her shivered frame
A bodeful drain of blood illume
Her wits with
frosty fire to read
The dazzling
wizard who would have her bleed
On fruitless marsh and snows of spectral gloom
For
victory that was
victoryscarce in name.
Husky his clarions laboured, and her sighs
O'er slaughtered sons were heavier than the prize;
Recalling how he stood by Frederic's tomb,
With Frederic's country underfoot and spurned:
There meditated; till her hope might guess,
Albeit his
constant star
prescribe success,
The
savagestrife would sink, the civil aim
To head a mannered world
breathe zephyrous
Of morning after storm; whereunto she yearned;
And Labour's lovely peace, and Beauty's courtly bloom,
The mind in
strenuous tasks hilarious.
At such great
height, where hero hero topped,
Right sanely should the Grand Ascendant think
No further leaps at the fanged abyss's brink
True Genius takes: be battle's dice-box dropped!
She watched his desert features, hung to hear
The honey words desired, and veiled her face;
Hearing the Seaman's name recur
Wrathfully, thick with a meaning worse
Than call to the march: for that inveterate Purse
Could
kindle the
extinct, inform a
vacant place,
Conjure a heart into the trebly felled.
It squeezed the globe, insufferably swelled
To feed insurgent Europe: rear and van
Were
haunted by the amphibious curse;
Here flesh, there
phantom, livelier after rout:
The Seaman piping aye to the rightabout,
Distracted Europe's Master, puffed remote
Those Indies of the swift Macedonian,
Whereon would Europe's Master somewhiles doat,
In dreamings on a docile universe
Beneath an immarcessible Charlemagne.
Nor
marvel France should veil a seer's face,
And call on darkness as a blest retreat.
Magnanimously could her iron Emperor
Confront
submission:
hostile stirred to heat
All his vast enginery, allowed no halt
Up withered avenues of waste-blood war,
To the
pitiless red mounts of fire afume,
As 'twere the world's arteries opened! Woe the race!
Ask
wherefore Fortune's vile caprice should balk
His
panther spring across the foaming salt,
From
martial sands to the cliffs of pallid chalk!
There is no answer: seed of black defeat
She then did sow, and France nigh unto death foredoom.
See since that Seaman's epicycle sprite
Engirdle, lure and goad him to the chase
Along drear leagues of
crimson spotting white
With mother's tears of France, that he may meet
Behind suborned battalions, ranked as wheat
Where peeps the weedy poppy, him of the sea;
Earth's power to
baffle Ocean's power resume;
Victorious army crown o'er Victory's fleet;
And
bearing low that Seaman upon knee,
Stay the vexed question of supremacy,
Obnoxious in the vault by Frederic's tomb.
VIII
Poured streams of Europe's veins the flood
Full Rhine or Danube rolls off morning-tide
Through shadowed reaches into
crimson-dyed:
And Rhine and Danube knew her gush of blood
Down the plucked roots the deepest in her breast.
He tossed her cordials, from his laurels pressed.
She drank for dryness thirstily, praised his gifts.
The blooded frame a powerful
draught uplifts
Writhed the devotedness her voice rang wide
In cries ecstatic, as of the martyr-Blest,
Their spirits issuing forth of bodies racked,
And crazy chuckles, with life's tears at feud;
While near her heart the
sunken sentinel
Called Critic marked, and dumb in awe reviewed
This
torture, this anointed, this untracked
To
mortal source, this alien of his kind;
Creator, slayer, conjuror, Solon-Mars,
The
cataract of the abyss, the star of stars;
Whose arts to lay the senses under spell
Aroused an insurrectionary mind.
IX
He, did he love her? France was his
weapon, shrewd
At edge, a wind in onset: he loved well
His tempered
weapon, with the which he hewed
Clean to the ground impediments, or hacked,
Sure of the blade that served the great man-miracle.
He raised her, robed her, gemmed her for his bride,
Did but her blood in
blindness given exact.
Her blood she gave, was blind to him as guide:
She quivered at his word, and at his touch
Was hound or steed for any mark he espied.
He loved her more than little, less than much.
The fair subservient of Imperial Fact
Next to his consanguineous was placed
In ranked
esteem; above the diurnal meal,
Vexatious carnal appetites above,
Above his hoards, while she Imperial Fact embraced,
And rose but at command from under heel.