Poems, 1799 Part 1

Poems, 1799.

by Robert Southey.

THE VISION OF THE MAID OF ORLEANS.

THE FIRST BOOK.

Orleans was hush'd in sleep. Stretch'd on her couch The delegated Maiden lay: with toil Exhausted and sore anguish, soon she closed Her heavy eye-lids; not reposing then, For busy Phantasy, in other scenes Awakened. Whether that superior powers, By wise permission, prompt the midnight dream, Instructing so the pa.s.sive [1] faculty; Or that the soul, escaped its fleshly clog, Flies free, and soars amid the invisible world, And all things 'are' that [2] 'seem'.

Along a moor, Barren, and wide, and drear, and desolate, She roam'd a wanderer thro' the cheerless night.

Far thro' the silence of the unbroken plain The bittern's boom was heard, hoa.r.s.e, heavy, deep, It made most fitting music to the scene.

Black clouds, driven fast before the stormy wind, Swept shadowing; thro' their broken folds the moon Struggled sometimes with transitory ray, And made the moving darkness visible.

And now arrived beside a fenny lake She stands: amid its stagnate waters, hoa.r.s.e The long sedge rustled to the gales of night.

An age-worn bark receives the Maid, impell'd By powers unseen; then did the moon display Where thro' the crazy vessel's yawning side The muddy wave oozed in: a female guides, And spreads the sail before the wind, that moan'd As melancholy mournful to her ear, As ever by the dungeon'd wretch was heard Howling at evening round the embattled towers Of that h.e.l.l-house [3] of France, ere yet sublime The almighty people from their tyrant's hand Dash'd down the iron rod.

Intent the Maid Gazed on the pilot's form, and as she gazed s.h.i.+ver'd, for wan her face was, and her eyes Hollow, and her sunk cheeks were furrowed deep, Channell'd by tears; a few grey locks hung down Beneath her hood: then thro' the Maiden's veins Chill crept the blood, for, as the night-breeze pa.s.s'd, Lifting her tattcr'd mantle, coil'd around She saw a serpent gnawing at her heart.

The plumeless bat with short shrill note flits by, And the night-raven's scream came fitfully, Borne on the hollow blast. Eager the Maid Look'd to the sh.o.r.e, and now upon the bank Leaps, joyful to escape, yet trembling still In recollection.

There, a mouldering pile Stretch'd its wide ruins, o'er the plain below Casting a gloomy shade, save where the moon Shone thro' its fretted windows: the dark Yew, Withering with age, branched there its naked roots, And there the melancholy Cypress rear'd Its head; the earth was heav'd with many a mound, And here and there a half-demolish'd tomb.

And now, amid the ruin's darkest shade, The Virgin's eye beheld where pale blue flames Rose wavering, now just gleaming from the earth, And now in darkness drown'd. An aged man Sat near, seated on what in long-past days Had been some sculptur'd monument, now fallen And half-obscured by moss, and gathered heaps Of withered yew-leaves and earth-mouldering bones; And s.h.i.+ning in the ray was seen the track Of slimy snail obscene. Composed his look, His eye was large and rayless, and fix'd full Upon the Maid; the blue flames on his face Stream'd a pale light; his face was of the hue Of death; his limbs were mantled in a shroud.

Then with a deep heart-terrifying voice, Exclaim'd the Spectre, "Welcome to these realms, These regions of DESPAIR! O thou whose steps By GRIEF conducted to these sad abodes Have pierced; welcome, welcome to this gloom Eternal, to this everlasting night, Where never morning darts the enlivening ray, Where never s.h.i.+nes the sun, but all is dark, Dark as the bosom of their gloomy King."

So saying he arose, and by the hand The Virgin seized with such a death-cold touch As froze her very heart; and drawing on, Her, to the abbey's inner ruin, led Resistless. Thro' the broken roof the moon Glimmer'd a scatter'd ray; the ivy twined Round the dismantled column; imaged forms Of Saints and warlike Chiefs, moss-canker'd now And mutilate, lay strewn upon the ground, With crumbled fragments, crucifixes fallen, And rusted trophies; and amid the heap Some monument's defaced legend spake All human glory vain.

The loud blast roar'd Amid the pile; and from the tower the owl Scream'd as the tempest shook her secret nest.

He, silent, led her on, and often paus'd, And pointed, that her eye might contemplate At leisure the drear scene.

He dragged her on Thro' a low iron door, down broken stairs; Then a cold horror thro' the Maiden's frame Crept, for she stood amid a vault, and saw, By the sepulchral lamp's dim glaring light, The fragments of the dead.

"Look here!" he cried, "Damsel, look here! survey this house of Death; O soon to tenant it! soon to increase These trophies of mortality! for hence Is no return. Gaze here! behold this skull, These eyeless sockets, and these unflesh'd jaws, That with their ghastly grinning, seem to mock Thy perishable charms; for thus thy cheek Must moulder. Child of Grief! shrinks not thy soul, Viewing these horrors? trembles not thy heart At the dread thought, that here its life's-blood soon Now warm in life and feeling, mingle soon With the cold clod? a thought most horrible!

So only dreadful, for reality Is none of suffering here; here all is peace; No nerve will throb to anguish in the grave.

Dreadful it is to think of losing life; But having lost, knowledge of loss is not, Therefore no ill. Haste, Maiden, to repose; Probe deep the seat of life."

So spake DESPAIR The vaulted roof echoed his hollow voice, And all again was silence. Quick her heart Panted. He drew a dagger from his breast, And cried again, "Haste Damsel to repose!

One blow, and rest for ever!" On the Fiend Dark scowl'd the Virgin with indignant eye, And dash'd the dagger down. He next his heart Replaced the murderous steel, and drew the Maid Along the downward vault.

The damp earth gave A dim sound as they pa.s.s'd: the tainted air Was cold, and heavy with unwholesome dews.

"Behold!" the fiend exclaim'd, "how gradual here The fleshly burden of mortality Moulders to clay!" then fixing his broad eye Full on her face, he pointed where a corpse Lay livid; she beheld with loathing look, The spectacle abhorr'd by living man.

"Look here!" DESPAIR pursued, "this loathsome ma.s.s Was once as lovely, and as full of life As, Damsel! thou art now. Those deep-sunk eyes Once beam'd the mild light of intelligence, And where thou seest the pamper'd flesh-worm trail, Once the white bosom heaved. She fondly thought That at the hallowed altar, soon the Priest Should bless her coming union, and the torch Its joyful l.u.s.tre o'er the hall of joy, Cast on her nuptial evening: earth to earth That Priest consign'd her, and the funeral lamp Glares on her cold face; for her lover went By glory lur'd to war, and perish'd there; Nor she endur'd to live. Ha! fades thy cheek?

Dost thou then, Maiden, tremble at the tale?

Look here! behold the youthful paramour!

The self-devoted hero!"

Fearfully The Maid look'd down, and saw the well known face Of THEODORE! in thoughts unspeakable, Convulsed with horror, o'er her face she clasp'd Her cold damp hands: "Shrink not," the Phantom cried, "Gaze on! for ever gaze!" more firm he grasp'd Her quivering arm: "this lifeless mouldering clay, As well thou know'st, was warm with all the glow Of Youth and Love; this is the arm that cleaved Salisbury's proud crest, now motionless in death, Unable to protect the ravaged frame From the foul Offspring of Mortality That feed on heroes. Tho' long years were thine, Yet never more would life reanimate This murdered man; murdered by thee! for thou Didst lead him to the battle from his home, Else living there in peace to good old age: In thy defence he died: strike deep! destroy Remorse with Life."

The Maid stood motionless, And, wistless what she did, with trembling hand Received the dagger. Starting then, she cried, "Avaunt DESPAIR! Eternal Wisdom deals Or peace to man, or misery, for his good Alike design'd; and shall the Creature cry, Why hast thou done this? and with impious pride Destroy the life G.o.d gave?"

The Fiend rejoin'd, "And thou dost deem it impious to destroy The life G.o.d gave? What, Maiden, is the lot a.s.signed to mortal man? born but to drag, Thro' life's long pilgrimage, the wearying load Of being; care corroded at the heart; a.s.sail'd by all the numerous train of ills That flesh inherits; till at length worn out, This is his consummation!--think again!

What, Maiden, canst thou hope from lengthen'd life But lengthen'd sorrow? If protracted long, Till on the bed of death thy feeble limbs Outstretch their languid length, oh think what thoughts, What agonizing woes, in that dread hour, a.s.sail the sinking heart! slow beats the pulse, Dim grows the eye, and clammy drops bedew The shuddering frame; then in its mightiest force, Mightiest in impotence, the love of life Seizes the throbbing heart, the faltering lips Pour out the impious prayer, that fain would change The unchangeable's decree, surrounding friends Sob round the sufferer, wet his cheek with tears, And all he loved in life embitters death!

Such, Maiden, are the pangs that wait the hour Of calmest dissolution! yet weak man Dares, in his timid piety, to live; And veiling Fear in Superst.i.tion's garb, He calls her Resignation!

Coward wretch!

Fond Coward! thus to make his Reason war Against his Reason! Insect as he is, This sport of Chance, this being of a day, Whose whole existence the next cloud may blast, Believes himself the care of heavenly powers, That G.o.d regards Man, miserable Man, And preaching thus of Power and Providence, Will crush the reptile that may cross his path!

Fool that thou art! the Being that permits Existence, 'gives' to man the worthless boon: A goodly gift to those who, fortune-blest, Bask in the suns.h.i.+ne of Prosperity, And such do well to keep it. But to one Sick at the heart with misery, and sore With many a hard unmerited affliction, It is a hair that chains to wretchedness The slave who dares not burst it!

Thinkest thou, The parent, if his child should unrecall'd Return and fall upon his neck, and cry, Oh! the wide world is comfortless, and full Of vacant joys and heart-consuming cares, I can be only happy in my home With thee--my friend!--my father! Thinkest thou, That he would thrust him as an outcast forth?

Oh I he would clasp the truant to his heart, And love the trespa.s.s."

Whilst he spake, his eye Dwelt on the Maiden's cheek, and read her soul Struggling within. In trembling doubt she stood, Even as the wretch, whose famish'd entrails crave Supply, before him sees the poison'd food In greedy horror.

Yet not long the Maid Debated, "Cease thy dangerous sophistry, Eloquent tempter!" cried she. "Gloomy one!

What tho' affliction be my portion here, Think'st thou I do not feel high thoughts of joy.

Of heart-enn.o.bling joy, when I look back Upon a life of duty well perform'd, Then lift mine eyes to Heaven, and there in faith Know my reward? I grant, were this life all, Was there no morning to the tomb's long night, If man did mingle with the senseless clod, Himself as senseless, then wert thou indeed A wise and friendly comforter! But, Fiend!

There is a morning to the tomb's long night, A dawn of glory, a reward in Heaven, He shall not gain who never merited.

If thou didst know the worth of one good deed In life's last hour, thou would'st not bid me lose The power to benefit; if I but save A drowning fly, I shall not live in vain.

I have great duties, Fiend! me France expects, Her heaven-doom'd Champion."

"Maiden, thou hast done Thy mission here," the unbaffled Fiend replied: "The foes are fled from Orleans: thou, perchance Exulting in the pride of victory, Forgettest him who perish'd! yet albeit Thy harden'd heart forget the gallant youth; That hour allotted canst thou not escape, That dreadful hour, when Contumely and Shame Shall sojourn in thy dungeon. Wretched Maid!

Destined to drain the cup of bitterness, Even to its dregs! England's inhuman Chiefs Shall scoff thy sorrows, black thy spotless fame, Wit-wanton it with lewd barbarity, And force such burning blushes to the cheek Of Virgin modesty, that thou shalt wish The earth might cover thee! in that last hour, When thy bruis'd breast shall heave beneath the chains That link thee to the stake; when o'er thy form, Exposed unmantled, the brute mult.i.tude Shall gaze, and thou shalt hear the ribald taunt, More painful than the circling flames that scorch Each quivering member; wilt thou not in vain Then wish my friendly aid? then wish thine ear Had drank my words of comfort? that thy hand Had grasp'd the dagger, and in death preserved Insulted modesty?"

Her glowing cheek Blush'd crimson; her wide eye on vacancy Was fix'd; her breath short panted. The cold Fiend, Grasping her hand, exclaim'd, "too-timid Maid, So long repugnant to the healing aid My friends.h.i.+p proffers, now shalt thou behold The allotted length of life."

He stamp'd the earth, And dragging a huge coffin as his car, Two GOULS came on, of form more fearful-foul Than ever palsied in her wildest dream Hag-ridden Superst.i.tion. Then DESPAIR Seiz'd on the Maid whose curdling blood stood still.

And placed her in the seat; and on they pa.s.s'd Adown the deep descent. A meteor light Shot from the Daemons, as they dragg'd along The unwelcome load, and mark'd their brethren glut On carca.s.ses.

Below the vault dilates Its ample bulk. "Look here!"--DESPAIR addrest The shuddering Virgin, "see the dome of DEATH!"

It was a s.p.a.cious cavern, hewn amid The entrails of the earth, as tho' to form The grave of all mankind: no eye could reach, Tho' gifted with the Eagle's ample ken, Its distant bounds. There, thron'd in darkness, dwelt The unseen POWER OF DEATH.

Here stopt the GOULS, Reaching the destin'd spot. The Fiend leapt out, And from the coffin, as he led the Maid, Exclaim'd, "Where never yet stood mortal man, Thou standest: look around this boundless vault; Observe the dole that Nature deals to man, And learn to know thy friend."

She not replied, Observing where the Fates their several tasks Plied ceaseless. "Mark how short the longest web Allowed to man! he cried; observe how soon, Twin'd round yon never-resting wheel, they change Their snowy hue, darkening thro' many a shade, Till Atropos relentless shuts the sheers!"

Too true he spake, for of the countless threads, Drawn from the heap, as white as unsunn'd snow, Or as the lovely lilly of the vale, Was never one beyond the little span Of infancy untainted: few there were But lightly tinged; more of deep crimson hue, Or deeper sable [4] died. Two Genii stood, Still as the web of Being was drawn forth, Sprinkling their powerful drops. From ebon urn, The one unsparing dash'd the bitter wave Of woe; and as he dash'd, his dark-brown brow Relax'd to a hard smile. The milder form Shed less profusely there his lesser store; Sometimes with tears increasing the scant boon, Mourning the lot of man; and happy he Who on his thread those precious drops receives; If it be happiness to have the pulse Throb fast with pity, and in such a world Of wretchedness, the generous heart that aches With anguish at the sight of human woe.

To her the Fiend, well hoping now success, "This is thy thread! observe how short the span, And see how copious yonder Genius pours The bitter stream of woe." The Maiden saw Fearless. "Now gaze!" the tempter Fiend exclaim'd, And placed again the poniard in her hand, For SUPERSt.i.tION, with sulphureal torch Stalk'd to the loom. "This, Damsel, is thy fate!

The hour draws on--now drench the dagger deep!

Now rush to happier worlds!"

The Maid replied, "Or to prevent or change the will of Heaven, Impious I strive not: be that will perform'd!"

[Footnote 1:

May fays of Serapis, Erudit at placide humanam per somnia mentem, Nocturnaque quiete docet; nulloque labore Hic tantum parta est pretiosa scientia, nullo Excut.i.tur studio verum. Mortalia corda Tunc Deus iste docet, c.u.m sunt minus apta doceri, c.u.m nullum obsequium praestant, meritisque fatentur Nil sese debere suis; tunc recta scientes c.u.m nil scire valent. Non illo tempore sensus Humanos forsan dignatur numen inire, c.u.m propriis possunt per se discursibus uti, Ne forte humana ratio divina coiret.

'Sup Lucani'.]

[Footnote 2: I have met with a singular tale to ill.u.s.trate this spiritual theory of dreams.

Guntram, King of the Franks, was liberal to the poor, and he himself experienced the wonderful effects of divine liberality. For one day as he was hunting in a forest he was separated from his companions and arrived at a little stream of water with only one comrade of tried and approved fidelity. Here he found himself opprest by drowsiness, and reclining his head upon the servant's lap went to sleep. The servant witnessed a wonderful thing, for he saw a little beast ('bestiolam') creep out of the mouth of his sleeping master, and go immediately to the streamlet, which it vainly attempted to cross. The servant drew his sword and laid it across the water, over which the little beast easily past and crept into a hole of a mountain on the opposite side; from whence it made its appearance again in an hour, and returned by the same means into the King's mouth. The King then awakened, and told his companion that he had dreamt that he was arrived upon the bank of an immense river, which he had crossed by a bridge of iron, and from thence came to a mountain in which a great quant.i.ty of gold was concealed. When the King had concluded, the servant related what he had beheld, and they both went to examine the mountain, where upon digging they discovered an immense weight of gold.

I stumbled upon this tale in a book ent.i.tled SPHINX 'Theologico-Philosophica. Auth.o.r.e Johanne Heidfeldio, Ecclesiaste Ebersbachiano.' 1621.

The same story is in Matthew of Westminster; it is added that Guntram applied the treasures thus found to pious uses.

For the truth of this theory there is the evidence of a Monkish miracle.

When Thurcillus was about to follow St. Julian and visit the world of souls, his guide said to him, "let thy body rest in the bed for thy spirit only is about to depart with me; and lest the body should appear dead, I will send into it a vital breath."

The body however by a strange sympathy was affected like the spirit; for when the foul and fetid smoke that arose from t.i.thes witheld, had nearly suffocated Thurcillus, and made him cough twice, those who were near his body said that it coughed twice about the same time.