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And it came to pass. ... that the sons of Gol saw the daughters of men that they were fair, and they

took them wives of all which they chose.
And woman wailing for her demon lover.--COLERIDGE.


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Then wed thee Unto some son of clay, and toil and spin! ANGELS.

There's Japhet loves thee weil, hath loved thee long;

Marry, and bring forth dust!

RAPHAEL, the Archangel.

I should have loved

Azaziel not less were he mortal : yet
Noah, and his Sons.

I am glad he is not. I cannot outlive him.

And when I think that his immortal wings

Will one day hover o'er the sepulchre

Of the poor child of clay which so adored him,

As he adores the Highest, death becomes

Less terrible ; but yet I pity him; Chorus of Spirits of the Earth.--Chorus of Mortals. His grief will be of ages, or at least

Mine would be such for him, were I the scraph,

And he the perishable.

That he will single forth some other daughter

of earth, and love her as he once loved Anah. A woudy and mountninous district near Mount Ararat. And if it should be so, and she so loved him, Time-midnight.

Better thus than that he should weep for me.
Enter Anal and AHOLIBAMAH.

If I thought thus of Samiasa's love,
Our father sleeps: it is the hour when they

All seraph as he is, I'd spurn him from me.
Who love us are accustom'd to descend

But to our invocation! 'Tis the hour.
Through the deep clouds o'er rocky Ararat:-
How my heart beats!


From thy sphere!
Let us proceed upon

Whatever star contain thy glory;
Our invocation.

In the eternal depths of heaven

Albeit thou watchest with “ the seven,
But the stars are hidden.

Though through space infinite and hoary
I tremble.

Before thy bright wings worlds be driven,

Yet hear!
So do I, but not with fear

Oh! think of her who holds thee dear!
Of aught save their delay.

And though she nothing is to thee,

Yet think that thou art all to her.
My sister, though

Thou canst not lell,--and never be
I love Azaziel more than-oh, too much!

Such pangs decrced to aught save me,What was I going to say? my heart grows impicus.

The bitterness of tears.

Eternity is in thine years,
And where is the impiety of loving

Unborn, undying beauty in thine eyes:
Celestial natures ?

With me thou canst not sympathize,

Except in love, and there thou must
But, Aholibamah,

Acknowledge thai more loving dust
I love our God less since his angel loved me:

Ne'er wept beneath the skies. This cannot be of good; and though I know not

Thou walk'st thy many worlds, thou see'st That I do wrong, I feel a thousand fears

The face of Him who made thee great, Which are not ominous of right.

1 The archangels, said to be seven in number


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As He hath made me of the least

With Him if He will war with us; with thee Of those cast out from Eden's gate:

I can share all things, even immortal sorrow; Yet, seraph dear!

For thou hast ventured to share life with me, Oh hear!

And shall I shrink from thine eternity ? For thou hast loved me, and I would not die

No! though the serpent's sting should pierce me Until I know what I must die in knowing,

through, That thou forget'st in thine eternity

And thou thyself wert like the serpent, oil
Her whose heart death could not keep from o'erflowing Around me still! and I will smile
For thee, immortal essence as thou art !

And curse thee not; but hold
Great is their love who love in sin and fear;

Thee in as warm a fold And such I feel are waging in my heart

As—but descend; and prove
A war unworthy: to an Adamite

A mortal's love
Forgive, my seraph! that such thoughts appear, For an immortal. If the skies contain
For sorrow is our element;

More joy than thou canst give and take, reniain!

ANAH. An Eden kept afar from sight,

Sister! sister! I view them winging
Though sometimes with our visions blent. Their bright way through the parted night.

The hour is near
Which tells me we are not abandon'd quite.- The clouds from off their pinions flinging
Appear! appear!

As though they bore to-morrow's light.
My own Azaziel ! be but here,

But if our father see the sight!
'Ard leave the stars to their own light.

He would but deem it was the moon

Rising unto some sorcerer's tune

An hour too soon.
Thou rulest in the upper air-

Or warring with the spirits who may dare

They come! he comes !-Azaziel !
Dispute wi:h Him
Who made all empires, empire; or recalling

Some wandering star which shoots through the abyss, To meet them! Oh! for wings to bear

Whose tenants, dying while their world is falling, My spirit, while they hover there,
Share the dim destiny of clay in this ;

To Samiasa's breast !
Or joining with the inferior cherubim,
Thou deignest to partake their hymn-

Lo! they have kindled all the west,

Like a returning sunset ;-lo!
I call thee, I await thee, and I love thee.

On Ararat's late secret crest Many worship thee-that will I not:

A mild and many-colour'd bow, If that thy spirit down to mine may move thee, The remnant of their flashing path, Descend and share my lot!

Now shines! and now, behold! it hath
Though I be form’d of clay,

Return'd to night, as rippling foam,
And thou of beams

Which the leviathan hath lash'd
More bright than those of day

From his unfathomable home,
On Eden's streams,

When sporting on the face of the calm deep,
Thine immortality cannot repay

Subsides soon after he again hath dash'd With love more warm than mine

Down, down, to where the ocean's fountains sleep. My love. There is a ray In me,

which, though forbidden yet to shine, They have touch'd carth! Samiasa ! I feel was lighted at thy God's and thine.

ΑΝΑΗ. It may be hidden long: death and decay

My Azaziel! Our mother Eve bequeath'd us—but my heart

(Escant Defies it: though this Life must pass away, Is that a cause for thee and me to part?

Thou art immortal-so am I: I feel,
I feel my immortality o'ersweep

Enter İRAD and JAPHET.
All pains, all tears, all time, all fears, and pcal
Like the eternal thunders of the deep,

Despond not: wherefore wilt thou wander thus Into my ears this truth" thou livest for ever!”

To add thy silence to the silent night,
But if it be in joy,

And lift thy tearful eye unto the stars?
I kuuw not, nor would know;

They cannot aid thee.
That secret rests with the Almighty giver
Who folds in clouds the fonts of bliss and woe.

But they soothe me
But thee and me He never can destroy ; Perhaps she looks upon them as I look.
Change us He may, but not o'erwhe'm; we are

Methinks a being that is beautiful as eternal essence, and must war

Becometh more so as it looks on beauty,





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The eternal beauty of undying things.
Oh, Anah!

But she loves thee not.


And proud Aholibamah spurns me also.

I feel for thee too.


Let her keep her pride : Mine hath enabled me to bear her scorn; It may be, time too will avenye it.


Canst thou Find joy in such a thought ?


Nor joy, nor sorrow. I loved her well; I would have loved her better, Had love been met with love: as 't is, I leave her To brighter destinies, if so she deems them.

JAPHET. What destinies ?


I have some cause to think
She loves another.


No; her sister.

JAPHET What other?


That I know not; but her air,
If not her words, tells me she loves another.

Ay, but not Anah: she but loves her God.

Whate'cr she loveth, so she loves thee not,
What can it profit thee?


True, nothing; but
I love.

And so did I.


And now thou lovest not, Or think'st thou lovest not, art thou happier ?

Soothe further my sad spirit With gloom as sad: it is a hopeless spot, And I am hopeless.


But 't is dangerous ; Strange sounds and sights have peopled it wisb terrors. I must go with thec.


Irad, no; believe me I fcel no evil thought, and fear no evil.


But evil things will be thy foe the more
As not being of them: turn thy steps aside,
Or let mine be with thine.


No; neither, Irad: I must proceed alone.


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Then peace be with thee!

(Erit Irad.
JAPHET (solus).
Peace! I have sought it where it should be found,
In love—with love 100, which perhaps deserved it:

And, in its stead, a heaviness of heart-
A weakness of the spirit-listless days,
And nights inexorable to swcet sleep--
Have come upon me. Peace! what peace ? the calm
Or desola:ion, and the stillness of
The untrodden forest, only broken by
The sweeping tempest through its groaning boughs;
Such is the sullen or the fitful state

mind overworn. The earth 's grown wicked,
And many signs and portents have proclaim’d
A change at hand, and an o'erwhelming doom
To perishable beings. Oh, my Anah!
Wen the dread hour denounced shall open wide
The fountains of the deer, how mightest thou

Have lam within this bosom, folded from
The elements; this bosom, which in vain
Hath beat for thce, and then will beat more vain!!
While thinc-Oh, God! at least remit to her
Thy wrath! for she is pure amidst the failing,

As a star in the clouds, which cannot quench,
Although they obscure it for an hour. My Anabi
How would I have adored thee, but thou wouldsı nok;
And still would I redeen, thee-see thee live
When ocean is carth's grave, and, unopposed
By rock or shallow, the leviathan,

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Lord of the shoreless sea and watery world, And can it be?-Shall yon exulting peak,
Shall wonder at his boundlessness of realm.

Whose glittering top is like a distant star,

(Evit JAPHET. Lie low beneath the boiling of the deep ? Enter Noah and Shem.

No more to have the morning sun break forth,

And scatter back the mists in floating folds
Where is thy brother Japhet ?

From its tremendous brow? no more to have

Day's broad orb drop behind its head at even,
He went forth,

Leaving it with a crown of many hues ?

No more to be the beacon of the world,
According to his wont, to meet with Irad,

For angels to alight on, as the spot
He said ; but, as I fear, to bend his steps
Towards Anah's tents, round which he hovers nightly, Be meant for thec, for all things, save for us,

Nearest the stars? and can those words " no more Like a dove round and round its pillaged nest;

And the predestined creeping things reserved Or else he walks the wild up to the cavern

By my sire to Jehovah's bidding ? May Which opens to the heart of Ararat.

He preserve them, and I not have the power What doth he there? It is an evil spot

To snatch the loveliest of earth's daughters from

A doom which even some serpent, with his mate, Upon an earth all evil; for things worse

Shall 'scape to save his kind to be prolong'd,
Than even wicked men resort there: he
Still loves this daughter of a fated race,

To kiss and sting through some emerging world,

Reeking and dank from out the slime, whose ooze Although he could not wed her if she loved him,

Shall slumber o'er the wreck of thi until And that she doth not. Oh, the unhappy hearts

The salt morass subside into a sphere Or men! that one of my blood, knowing we'l

Beneath the sun, and be the monument, 'The destiny and evil of these days,

The sole and undistinguish'd sepulchre,
And that the hour approacheth, should indulge
In such forbidden yearnings! Lead the way;

Of yet quick myriads of all life? How much

Breath will be still'd at once! All-beauteous world! He must be sought for!

So young, so mark'd out for destruction, I

With a cleft heart look on thee day by day,
Go not forward, father :
I will seek Japhet.

And night by night, thy number'd days and nights.
I cannot save thee, cannot save even her

Whose love had made me love thee more; but as
Do not fear for me:

A portion of thy dust, I cannot think All evil things are powerless on the man

Upon thy coming doom, without a feeling Selected by Jehovah-let us on.

Such as-Oh God! and canst thou

[He pouces. To the tents of the father of the sisters ?

(A rushing sound from the cavern is heard, and shouls NOAH.

laughter-afterwards a Spirit passes. No; to the cavern of the Caucasus. (Exeunt Noah and Shem.

In the name or the Most High, what art thou ?

SPIRIT (laughs).

Ha! ha! ha!
The mounlains.-A cavern, and the rocks of Caucasus.
JAPHET (solus).

By all that earth holds holiest, speak! Ye wilds, that look eternal; and thou cave,

SPIRIT (laughs). Which seem'st unfathomable; and ye mountains,

Ha! ha! So varied and so terrible in beauty; Here, in your rugged majesty of rocks

By the approaching deluge ! by the earth And topling trees that twine their roots with stone Which will be strangled by the ocean! by In perpendicular places, where the foot

The deep which will lay open all her fountains ! of man would tremble, could he reach them-yes,

The heaven which will convert her clouds to seas, Ye look eternal! Yet, in a few days,

And the Omnipotent who makes and crushes! Perhaps even hours, ye will be changed, rent, hurld Thou, unknown, terrible, and indistinct, Before the mass of waters: and yon cave,

Yet awful thing of shadows, speak to me! Which seems to lead into a lower world,

Why dost thou laugh that horrid laugh? Shall have its depths search'd by the sweeping wave,

SPIRIT. And dolphins gambol in the lion's den!

Why weep'st thou? And man -Oh, inen! my fellow-beings! Who Shall weep above your universal grave,

For earth, and all her children.
Save I ? Whu shall be left to weep? My kinsmen,
Alas! what am I better than ye are,

Ha! ha! ha!
That I must live beyond ye? Where shall be

'The pleasant places where I thought of Anah How the fiend mocks the tortures of a world,
While I had hope? or the more savage haunts, The coming desolation of an orb,
Scarce less beloved, where I despair'd for her ? On which the sun shall rise and warm no life!








(Spirit vanishes.



How the earth sleeps! and all that in it is

Less goodly in their aspect, in their years,
Sleep loo upon the very eve of death!

Less than the glorious giants, who
Why should they wake to meet it? What is here, Yet walk the world in pride,
Which look like death in life, and speak like things The sons of Heaven by many a mortal bride.
Born ere this dying world? They come like clouds ! Thine shall be nothing of the past, save tears.
(Various Spirits pass from the cavern.

And art thou not ashamed

Thus to survive,

And eat, and drink, and wive?
The abhorred race

With a base heart so far subdued and tamed,
Which could not keep in Eden their high place,

As even to hear this wide destruction named,
But listen'd to the voice

Without such grief and courage, as should rather Of knowledge without power,

Bid thee await the world-dissolving wave,
Are nigh the hour

Than seek a shelter with thy favour'd father,
of death!

And build thy city o'er the drown'd earth's grave ? Not slow, not single, not by sword, nor sorrow,

Who would outlive their kind,
Nor years, nor heart-break, nor time's sapping

Except the base and blind ?

Shall they drop off. Behold their last to-morrow!

Hateth thine,
Earth shall be ocean !

As of a different order in the sphere,

But not our own.
And no breath,
Säve of the winds, be on the unbounded wave!

There is not one who hath not left a throne
Angels shall tire their wings, but find no spot :

Vacant in heaven to dwell in darkness here, Not even a rock from out the liquid grave

Rather than see his mates endure alone.
Shall lift its point to save,

Go, wretch! and give

A life like thine to other wretches-live!
Or show the place where strong Despair hath died,
After long looking o'er the ocean wide

And when the annihilating waters roar
For the expected ebb which cometh not:

Above what they have done,
All shall be void,

Envy the giant patriarchs then no more,

And scorn thy sire as the surviving one!
Another element shall be the lord

Thyself for being his son ! or life, and the abhorr'd

Chorus of Spirits issuing from the cavern. Children of dust be quench’d; and of each hue

Rejoice! Or earth nought left but the unbroken blue;

No more the human voice
And of the variegated mountain

Shall vex our joys in middle air
Shall nought remain
Unchanged, or of the level plain;
Cedar and pine shall lift their tops in vain :

Shall they adore ;
All merged within the universal fountain,

And we, who ne'er for ages have adored
Man, earth, and fire, shall die,

The prayer-exacting Lord,
And sea and sky

To whom the orcission of a sacrifice
Look vast and lifeless in the eternal eye.

Is vice;
Upon the foam

We, we shall view the deep's salt sources pour is Who shall erect a home?

Until one element shall do the work
JAPHET (coming forward).

Of all in chaos ; until they,
My sire !

The creatures proud of their poor clay,
Earth's seed shall not expire;

Shall perish, and their bleached bones shall lurk Only the evil shail be put away

In caves, in dens, in clefts of mountains, where From day.

The deep shall follow to their latest lair ; Avaunt' ye exulting demons of the waste !

Where even the brutes, in their despair, Who howl your hideous joy

Shall cease to prey on man and on each other, When God destroys whom you dare not destroy ; And the striped tiger shall lie down to die Hence! haste!

Beside the lamb, as though he were his brother Back to your inner caves !

Till all things shall be as they were, Until the waves

Silent and uncreated, save the sky: Shall search you in your secret place,

While a brief truce And drive your sullen race

Is made with Death, who shall forbear Forth, to be roll'd upon the rossing winds

The little remnant of the past creation,
In restless wretchedness along all space ! To generate new nations for his use;

This remnant, floating o'er the undulation
Son of the saved !

Of the subsiding deluge, from its slime,
When thou and thing have braved

When the hot sun hath baked the reeking son The wide and warring element;

Into a world, shall give again to time When the great barrier of the deep is rent, New beings-years-diseases-sorrow-crine. Shalt thou and thine be good or happy ?-No! With all companionship of hate and toil, Thy new world and new race shall be of won


With prayer ;
No more


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