O'er earth, the whole, or portion, or a sign These shall be thine. Man. Oblivion, self-oblivion Can ye not wring from out the hidden realms Spirit. It is not in our essence, in our skill; Man. Will death bestow it on me? Spirit. We are immortal, and do not forget; We are eternal; and to us the past Is, as the future, present. Art thou answer'd? Man. Ye mock me- but the power which brought ye here Hath made you mine. Slaves, scoff not at my will! And shall not yield to yours, though coop'd in clay! Spirit. We answer as we answer'd; our reply Is even in thine own words. Man. Why say ye so?, Spirit. If, as thou say'st, thine essence be as ours We have replied in telling thee, the thing Mortals call death hath nought to do with us. Man. I then have call'd ye from your realms in vain Ye cannot, or ye will not, aid me. Spirit. What we possess we offer; it is thine: Bethink ere thou dismiss us, ask again Say; Kingdom, and sway, and strength, and length of days They are too long already. Hence - begone! ; Spirit. Yet pause: being here, our will would do thee service; Bethink thee, is there then no other gift Which we can make not worthless in thine eyes? Man. No, none: yet stay one moment, ere we part — I would behold ye face to face. I hear Your voices, sweet and melancholy sounds, As music on the waters; and I see Spirit. We have no forms, beyond the elements Of which we are the mind and principle: But choose a form in that we will appear. Man. I have no choice; there is no form on earth Who is most powerful of ye, take such aspect Seventh Spirit. (Appearing in the shape of a beautiful female figure.) Behold! Man. Oh God! if it be thus, and thou Art not a madness and a mockery, I yet might be most happy. I will clasp thee, And we again will be My heart is crush'd! [The figure vanishes. [MANFRED falls senseless. (A voice is heard in the Incantation which follows.) When the moon is on the wave, And the glow-worm in the grass, And the wisp on the morass; With a power and with a sign. Though thy slumber may be deep, Yet thy spirit shall not sleep; There are shades which will not vanish, By a power to thee unknown, Thou canst never be alone; Thou art wrapt as with a shroud, Thou art gather'd in a cloud; Though thou seest me not pass by, Thou shalt marvel I am not And the power which thou dost feel And a magic voice and verse Hath begirt thee with a snare; From thy false tears I did distil An essence which hath strength to kill; By thy cold breast and serpent smile, Which pass'd for human thine own heart Shall be in thy destiny; Though thy death shall still seem near Lo! the spell now works around thee, Hath the word been pass'd now wither! SCENE II. The Mountain of the Jungfrau. - Time, Morning. -MAN- Man. The spirits I have raised abandon me I lean no more on super-human aid, It hath no power upon the past, and for The future, till the past be gulf'd in darkness, It is not of my search. — My mother Earth! And thou fresh breaking Day, and you, ye Mountains, And thou, the bright eye of the universe, Art a delight thou shin'st not on my heart. ? And my brain reels and yet my foot is firm: If it be life to wear within myself This barrenness of spirit, and to be Thou winged and cloud-cleaving minister, [An eagle passes. Whose happy flight is highest into heaven, Beautiful! With a pervading vision. How beautiful is all this visible world! But we, who name ourselves its sovereigns, we, To sink or soar, with our mix'd essence make And men are what they name not to themselves, And trust not to each other. Hark! the note, [The Shepherd's pipe in the distance is heard The natural music of the mountain reed For here the patriarchal days are not A pastoral fable - pipes in the liberal air, Oh, that I were Mix'd with the sweet bells of the sauntering herd; Enter from below a CHAMOIS Hunter. Chamois Hunter. Even so This way the chamois leapt : her nimble feet Who seems not of my trade, and yet hath reach'd Man. (not perceiving the other.) To be thus - Having been otherwise! Now furrow'd o'er |