The Works of Lord Byron Volume II Part 40

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Self-exiled Harold wanders forth again,[286]

With nought of Hope left--but with less of gloom; The very knowledge that he lived in vain, That all was over on this side the tomb, Had made Despair a smilingness a.s.sume, Which, though 'twere wild,--as on the plundered wreck When mariners would madly meet their doom With draughts intemperate on the sinking deck,-- Did yet inspire a cheer, which he forbore to check.

XVII.

Stop!--for thy tread is on an Empire's dust!

An Earthquake's spoil is sepulchred below!

Is the spot marked with no colossal bust?[287]

Nor column trophied for triumphal show?

None; but _the moral's truth_ tells simpler so.--[gz][288]

As the ground was before, thus let it be;--[ha]

How that red rain hath made the harvest grow!

And is this all the world has gained by thee, Thou first and last of Fields! king-making Victory?

XVIII.

And Harold stands upon this place of skulls, The grave of France, the deadly Waterloo![hb]

How in an hour the Power which gave annuls Its gifts, transferring fame as fleeting too!-- In "pride of place" here last the Eagle flew,[1.B.]

Then tore with b.l.o.o.d.y talon the rent plain,[hc]

Pierced by the shaft of banded nations through; Ambition's life and labours all were vain-- He wears the shattered links of the World's broken chain.[hd]

XIX.

Fit retribution! Gaul may champ the bit And foam in fetters;--but is Earth more free?[289]

Did nations combat to make _One_ submit?

Or league to teach all Kings true Sovereignty?[he]

What! shall reviving Thraldom again be The patched-up Idol of enlightened days?

Shall we, who struck the Lion down, shall we Pay the Wolf homage? proffering lowly gaze And servile knees to Thrones? No! _prove_ before ye praise!

XX.

If not, o'er one fallen Despot boast no more!

In vain fair cheeks were furrowed with hot tears For Europe's flowers long rooted up before The trampler of her vineyards; in vain, years Of death, depopulation, bondage, fears, Have all been borne, and broken by the accord Of roused-up millions: all that most endears Glory, is when the myrtle wreathes a Sword, Such as Harmodius[2.B.] drew on Athens' tyrant Lord.

XXI.

There was a sound of revelry by night,[290]

And Belgium's Capital had gathered then Her Beauty and her Chivalry--and bright The lamps shone o'er fair women and brave men;[hf]

A thousand hearts beat happily; and when Music arose with its voluptuous swell, Soft eyes looked love to eyes which spake again, And all went merry as a marriage bell;[3.B.]

But hus.h.!.+ hark! a deep sound strikes like a rising knell!

XXII.

Did ye not hear it?--No--'twas but the Wind, Or the car rattling o'er the stony street; On with the dance! let joy be unconfined; No sleep till morn, when Youth and Pleasure meet To chase the glowing Hours with flying feet-- But hark!--that heavy sound breaks in once more, As if the clouds its echo would repeat; And nearer--clearer--deadlier than before![hg]

Arm! Arm! it is--it is--the cannon's opening roar![hh]

XXIII.

Within a windowed niche of that high hall Sate Brunswick's fated Chieftain; he did hear[291]

That sound the first amidst the festival, And caught its tone with Death's prophetic ear; And when they smiled because he deemed it near, His heart more truly knew that peal too well[hi]

Which stretched his father on a b.l.o.o.d.y bier, And roused the vengeance blood alone could quell; He rushed into the field, and, foremost fighting, fell.

XXIV.

Ah! then and there was hurrying to and fro-- And gathering tears, and tremblings of distress,[hj]

And cheeks all pale, which but an hour ago Blushed at the praise of their own loveliness-- And there were sudden partings, such as press[hk]

The life from out young hearts, and choking sighs Which ne'er might be repeated; who could guess If ever more should meet those mutual eyes, Since upon night so sweet such awful morn could rise![hl]

XXV.

And there was mounting in hot haste--the steed, The mustering squadron, and the clattering car, Went pouring forward with impetuous speed, And swiftly forming in the ranks of war-- And the deep thunder peal on peal afar; And near, the beat of the alarming drum Roused up the soldier ere the Morning Star; While thronged the citizens with terror dumb,[hm]

Or whispering, with white lips--"The foe! They come! they come!"

XXVI.

And wild and high the "Cameron's Gathering" rose!

The war-note of Lochiel, which Albyn's hills Have heard, and heard, too, have her Saxon foes;-- How in the noon of night that pibroch thrills, Savage and shrill! But with the breath which fills Their mountain-pipe, so fill the mountaineers With the fierce native daring which instils The stirring memory of a thousand years, And Evan's--Donald's[4.B.] fame rings in each clansman's ears!

XXVII.

And Ardennes[5.B.] waves above them her green leaves,[hn]

Dewy with Nature's tear-drops, as they pa.s.s-- Grieving, if aught inanimate e'er grieves, Over the unreturning brave,--alas!

Ere evening to be trodden like the gra.s.s Which now beneath them, but above shall grow In its next verdure, when this fiery ma.s.s Of living Valour, rolling on the foe And burning with high Hope, shall moulder cold and low.

XXVIII.

Last noon beheld them full of l.u.s.ty life;-- Last eve in Beauty's circle proudly gay; The Midnight brought the signal-sound of strife, The Morn the marshalling in arms,--the Day Battle's magnificently-stern array!

The thunder-clouds close o'er it, which when rent The earth is covered thick with other clay Which her own clay shall cover, heaped and pent, Rider and horse,--friend,--foe,--in one red burial blent!

XXIX.

Their praise is hymned by loftier harps than mine; Yet one I would select from that proud throng, Partly because they blend me with his line, And partly that I did his Sire some wrong,[292]

And partly that bright names will hallow song;[ho]

And his was of the bravest, and when showered The death-bolts deadliest the thinned files along, Even where the thickest of War's tempest lowered, They reached no n.o.bler breast than thine, young, gallant Howard![293]

x.x.x.

There have been tears and breaking hearts for thee, And mine were nothing, had I such to give; But when I stood beneath the fresh green tree, Which living waves where thou didst cease to live, And saw around me the wide field revive With fruits and fertile promise, and the Spring[294]

Come forth her work of gladness to contrive, With all her reckless birds upon the wing, I turned from all she brought to those she could not bring.[6.B.]

x.x.xI.

I turned to thee, to thousands, of whom each And one as all a ghastly gap did make In his own kind and kindred, whom to teach Forgetfulness were mercy for their sake; The Archangel's trump, not Glory's, must awake Those whom they thirst for; though the sound of Fame May for a moment soothe, it cannot slake The fever of vain longing, and the name So honoured but a.s.sumes a stronger, bitterer claim.

x.x.xII.

They mourn, but smile at length--and, smiling, mourn: The tree will wither long before it fall; The hull drives on, though mast and sail be torn;[hp]

The roof-tree sinks, but moulders on the hall In ma.s.sy h.o.a.riness; the ruined wall Stands when its wind-worn battlements are gone; The bars survive the captive they enthral; The day drags through though storms keep out the sun;[hq]

And thus the heart will break, yet brokenly live on:[295]

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