Statue-like the heart-appalling Chillness of that calm despair. From the wave that gives no comfort To the blank sky see her glance, And a glow of kindling triumph Lights her pallid countenance. 25. "Powers, with whom is no relenting, -Unresenting,-unlamenting, I bow me to the will divine. Ended is my course full early, And Life's fairest lot was mine. Venus! while I lived, true priestess And I die, a willing victim, Thine in death, celestial queen!' 26. With hair flying and robes floating See! she plunges in the wave,— And, their holy forms receiving, Ocean's God, in triumph heaving, Bears them onward—is their grave. Pontus, with the rich spoil laden, Streams that will not cease to flow. A. Cassandra. THIS Poem has been marked by Madame de Stael as one of those most characteristic of Schiller's genius,—in which— to use her own admirable language-“ il a su montrer, sous une forme toute poëtique, une grande idée morale: c'est que le veritable génie, celui du sentiment, est victime de lui-mêne, quand il ne serait pas des autres." 1. Joy in Troja's courts abounded From the golden-chorded shell. 2. There, bedeck'd with boughs of laurel, 3. Joyless most where joy exceeded, Through Apollo's laurel grove. 4. "Joy forgotten-bliss forsaken- Whom the sweet illusions fly, 5. "Lo, a torch! I see it flaring- Lo! the festal board they're spreading; 6. "And they call my moaning madnessAnd they mock my bosom's smart : Lonely then, in silent sadness, Let me wear my burthen'd heart. 7. "Wherefore hath thy fatal kindness In this land of utter blindness 8. "Wherefore lift the veil, where terror Darkly hovering threats our breath? Life itself is nought but error, And to know-alas! is death. Hide, oh hide fate's dreary portal! Make mine eyes from blood-stain free! 'Tis a fearful thing, the mortal Vessel of thy truth to be. 9. 66 'My blest ignorance restore me, And the joys that once were mine! 10. "With the bridal chaplet never At the altar's foot was bound. 11. "Treading light youth's sportive measures, Others wake to life and love All who shar'd my childhood's pleasures. |