VII. THE SWERGA. Then in the Ship of Heaven, Ereenia laid The waking, wondering Maid; The Ship of Heaven, instinct with thought, display'd Its living sail, and glides along the sky. On either side in wavy tide, The clouds of morn along its path divide ; The Winds who swept in wild career on high, Before its presence check their charmed force; 'The Winds that loitering lagg'd along their course, Around the living Bark enamour'd play, Swell underneath the sail, and sing before its way. That Bark, in shape, was like the furrowed shell Wherein the Sea-Nymphs to their parent-king, Bent, like a rainbow, o'er the Maid. An Angel's head, with visual eye, Through trackless space, directs its chosen way; Nor aid of wing, nor foot, nor fin, Requires to voyage o'er the obedient sky. Smooth as the swan when not a breeze at even Disturbs the surface of the silver stream, Through air and sunshine sails the Ship of Heaven. Recumbent there the Maiden glides along How swift she feels not, though the swiftest wind Had flagg'd in flight behind. Motionless as a sleeping babe she lay, And all serene in mind, Feeling no fear; for that etherial air With such new life and joyance fill'd her heart, Fear could not enter there; For sure she deem'd her mortar part was o'er, And she was sailing to the heavenly shore; And that angelic form, who mov'd beside, Was some good Spirit sent to be her guide. Daughter of Earth! therein thou deem'st aright, And never yet did form more beautiful, In dreams of night descending from on high, Bless the religious Virgin's gifted sight, Nor, like a vision of delight, Rise on the raptur'd Poet's inward eye. Of human form divine was he, The immortal Youth of Heaven who floated by, In those blest stages of our onward race, Low thought, nor base desire, nor wasting care, Deface the semblance of our heavenly sire. The wings of Eagle or of Cherubim Had seem'd unworthy him : Angelic power and dignity and grace Their colour like the winter's moonless sky Shine forth; or like the azure deep at noon, Reflecting back to heaven a brighter blue. Such was their tint when clos'd, but when outspread, The permeating light Shed through their substance thin a varying hue; Beauteous as fragrant, gives to scent and sight Or ruby when with deepest red it glows; Or as the morning clouds refulgent shine When, at forthcoming of the Lord of Day, The Orient, like a shrine, Kindles as it receives the rising ray, And heralding his way, Proclaims the presence of the power divine. Of that celestial Spirit, as he went Nor these alone The gorgeous beauties that they gave to view: Through the broad membrane branch'd a pliant bone, Spreading like fibres from their parent stem; Its veins like interwoven silver shone, Or as the chaster hue Of pearls that grace some Sultan's diadem. Now with slow stroke and strong, behold him smite The buoyant air, and now in gentler flight, On motionless wing expanded, shoot along. Through air and sunshine sails the Ship of Heaven. Far far beneath them lies |