Happier than brief-dated man, Ours the sleep that knows no morrow. This is all that I can show This is all that thou may'st know. Ay! and I taught thee the word and the spell To waken me here by the Fairies' Well. But thou hast loved the heron and hawk, More than to seek my haunted walk; And thou hast loved the lance and the sword, And thou hast loved the deer to track, More than the lines and the letters black; Thy craven fear my truth accused, Can bring thee back the chance that's flown. Within that awful volume lies Many a fathom dark and deep The sacred pledge of Heav'n All things revere, Each in his sphere, Save man for whom 'twas giv❜n: Lend thy hand, and thou shalt spy Things ne'er seen by mortal eye. Thou may'st drive the dull steer, But never more come near This haunted well. Here lies the volume thou hast boldly sought; Touch it, and take it, 'twill dearly be bought. Rash thy deed, Mortal weed To immortal flames applying; Rasher trust Has thing of dust, On his own weak worth relying: Strip thee of such fences vain, Mortal warp and mortal woof Nought stands fast but truth alone. Not for that thy quest give o'er: Alas! alas! Not ours the grace These holy characters to trace: Not to us is given to share The boon bestow'd on Adam's race. With patience bide, Heaven will provide The fitting time, the fitting guide. Chap. xii. (7.) TO THE SAME. "She spoke, and her speech was still song, or rather measured chant; but, as if now more familiar, it flowed occasionally in modulated blank verse, and, as other times, in the lyrical measure which she had used at their former meeting." This is the day when the fairy kind In which we have neither part nor share, For the children of clay was salvation bought, But not for the forms of sea or air! And ever the mortal is most forlorn, Who meeteth our race on the Friday morn. Daring youth! for thee it is well, Nor thy courage fail'd, And that thou couldst brook The angry look Of Her of Avenel. Did one limb shiver, Or an eyelid quiver, Thou wert lost for ever. Though I am form'd from the ether blue, A mightier wizard far than I Changeful in shape, yet mightiest still, . |