In the following Poem the idea of the essential contrast between the Northern and the Southern mind, between Beauty as the exponent of the one and Duty as the manifestation of the other (the germ of which is sufficiently distinct in the legendary foundation), is attempted to be developed. The facts, or rather images, of the story are very much the same as may be found in the graceful version of it by Heine in the third volume of the Salon :-they are but disposed and illustrated anew. THE NORTHERN KNIGHT IN ITALY. THIS is the record, true as his own word, Who, when beneath the foul Karasmian sword * And having found, in that reflected heaven, He joined some comrades on their common way. * At the conclusion of the last crusade. The Spring was mantling that Italian land, Though those hard sons of tumult and bold life, New thoughts sprung up within him,-new desires O'er realms before impenetrably dun; The once-inspiring talk of steel and steeds Came to him vapid as a thrice-told jest ; The first-love vision of those azure eyes, What wanted he with such cold monitors? Occasion, therefore, in itself though slight He would o'ertake them by redoubled speed. But now at length resolved to satisfy Those torpid years which he had let glide by, Eve after eve he told his trusty band They should advance straight northward on the morrow, Yet when he rose, and to that living land Addressed his farewell benison of sorrow, With loveliest aspect Nature answer'd so, Thus days were gather'd into months, and there His steps, through wood, or glen, or field, might tend,- Divinely sweet and rapturously clear *. From the pinaster's solemn-tented crown,— Sometimes beside his feet it seemed to run, * A bird is by no means an uncommon actor in a drama of this kind. It is recorded that, at the Council of Basle, three pious doctors were wont to walk out daily and discuss points of deep theology, but that, as soon as the song of a certain nightingale reached their ears, their argument was inevitably confused; they contradicted themselves, drew false conclusions, and were occasionally very near falling into heresy. The thought struck one of them to exorcise the nightingale, and the devil flew visibly out of a bush, and left the disputants at peace. See also the beautiful story of "The Monk and Bird," in Mr Trench's poems. D Soon as this mystic sound attained his ear, Barriers arose, impermeable, between Him and the two wide worlds of hope and fear ; His life entire was in the present scene ; The passage of each day he only knew By the broad shadows and the deepening blue. His senses by such ecstasy possest, He chanced to climb a torrent's slippery side, A ruin'd temple of the Pagan world,— A very garden of luxurious weeds, Hemlock in trees, acanthine leaves outspread, Flowers here and there, the growth of wind-cast seeds, With vine and ivy draperies overhead; And by the access, two nigh-sapless shells, Old trunks of myrtle, haggard sentinels ! |