The Works of Lord Byron Volume II Part 2

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Childe Harold basked him in the Noontide sun,[r]

Disporting there like any other fly; Nor deemed before his little day was done One blast might chill him into misery.

But long ere scarce a third of his pa.s.sed by, Worse than Adversity the Childe befell; He felt the fulness of Satiety: Then loathed he in his native land to dwell, Which seemed to him more lone than Eremite's sad cell.

V.

For he through Sin's long labyrinth had run,[s]

Nor made atonement when he did amiss, Had sighed to many though he loved but one,[t][24]

And that loved one, alas! could ne'er be his.

Ah, happy she! to 'scape from him whose kiss Had been pollution unto aught so chaste; Who soon had left her charms for vulgar bliss, And spoiled her goodly lands to gild his waste, Nor calm domestic peace had ever deigned to taste.

VI.

And now Childe Harold was sore sick at heart,[u]

And from his fellow Baccha.n.a.ls would flee; 'Tis said, at times the sullen tear would start, But Pride congealed the drop within his ee:[25]

Apart he stalked in joyless reverie,[v]

And from his native land resolved to go, And visit scorching climes beyond the sea;[26]

With pleasure drugged, he almost longed for woe, And e'en for change of scene would seek the shades below.

VII.

The Childe departed from his father's hall: It was a vast and venerable pile; So old, it seemed only not to fall, Yet strength was pillared in each ma.s.sy aisle.

Monastic dome! condemned to uses vile![w]

Where Superst.i.tion once had made her den Now Paphian girls were known to sing and smile;[x]

And monks might deem their time was come agen,[27]

If ancient tales say true, nor wrong these holy men.

VIII.[y]

Yet oft-times in his maddest mirthful mood Strange pangs would flash along Childe Harold's brow,[z]

As if the Memory of some deadly feud Or disappointed pa.s.sion lurked below: But this none knew, nor haply cared to know; For his was not that open, artless soul That feels relief by bidding sorrow flow, Nor sought he friend to counsel or condole, Whate'er this grief mote be, which he could not control.

IX.[aa]

And none did love him!--though to hall and bower[28]

He gathered revellers from far and near, He knew them flatterers of the festal hour, The heartless Parasites of present cheer.

Yea! none did love him--not his lemans dear--[ab][29]

But pomp and power alone are Woman's care, And where these are light Eros finds a feere;[30]

Maidens, like moths, are ever caught by glare, And Mammon wins his way where Seraphs might despair.

X.

Childe Harold had a mother--not forgot,[ac]

Though parting from that mother he did shun; A sister whom he loved, but saw her not[31]

Before his weary pilgrimage begun: If friends he had, he bade adieu to none.[ad]

Yet deem not thence his breast a breast of steel:[ae][32]

Ye, who have known what 'tis to dote upon A few dear objects, will in sadness feel Such partings break the heart they fondly hope to heal.

XI.

His house, his home, his heritage, his lands,[af]

The laughing dames in whom he did delight,[ag]

Whose large blue eyes, fair locks, and snowy hands, Might shake the Saints.h.i.+p of an Anchorite, And long had fed his youthful appet.i.te; His goblets brimmed with every costly wine, And all that mote to luxury invite, Without a sigh he left, to cross the brine, And traverse Paynim sh.o.r.es, and pa.s.s Earth's central line.[ah][33]

XII.

The sails were filled, and fair the light winds blew,[ai]

As glad to waft him from his native home; And fast the white rocks faded from his view, And soon were lost in circ.u.mambient foam: And then, it may be, of his wish to roam Repented he, but in his bosom slept[34]

The silent thought, nor from his lips did come One word of wail, whilst others sate and wept, And to the reckless gales unmanly moaning kept.

XIII.

But when the Sun was sinking in the sea He seized his harp, which he at times could string, And strike, albeit with untaught melody, When deemed he no strange ear was listening: And now his fingers o'er it he did fling, And tuned his farewell in the dim twilight; While flew the vessel on her snowy wing, And fleeting sh.o.r.es receded from his sight, Thus to the elements he poured his last "Good Night."[35]

CHILDE HAROLD'S GOOD NIGHT.

1.

"Adieu, adieu! my native sh.o.r.e Fades o'er the waters blue; The night-winds sigh, the breakers roar, And shrieks the wild sea-mew.

Yon Sun that sets upon the sea We follow in his flight; Farewell awhile to him and thee, My native Land--Good Night!

2.

"A few short hours and He will rise To give the Morrow birth; And I shall hail the main and skies, But not my mother Earth.

Deserted is my own good Hall, Its hearth is desolate; Wild weeds are gathering on the wall; My Dog howls at the gate.

3.

"Come hither, hither, my little page[36]

Why dost thou weep and wail?

Or dost thou dread the billows' rage, Or tremble at the gale?

But dash the tear-drop from thine eye; Our s.h.i.+p is swift and strong: Our fleetest falcon scarce can fly[aj]

More merrily along."[ak]

4.

"Let winds be shrill, let waves roll high,[al]

I fear not wave nor wind: Yet marvel not, Sir Childe, that I Am sorrowful in mind;[37]

For I have from my father gone, A mother whom I love, And have no friend, save these alone, But thee--and One above.

5.

'My father blessed me fervently, Yet did not much complain; But sorely will my mother sigh Till I come back again.'-- "Enough, enough, my little lad!

Such tears become thine eye; If I thy guileless bosom had, Mine own would not be dry.

6.

"Come hither, hither, my staunch yeoman,[38]

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