_ I charge thee by that mournful Morning Star
Which trembles .
Which trembles .
Elizabeth Browning
_ Proving what?
_Gabriel. _ That he is God,
And capable of saving. Lucifer,
I charge thee by the solitude he kept
Ere he created,--leave the earth to God!
_Lucifer. _ My foot is on the earth, firm as my sin.
_Gabriel. _ I charge thee by the memory of heaven
Ere any sin was done,--leave earth to God!
_Lucifer. _ My sin is on the earth, to reign thereon.
_Gabriel. _ I charge thee by the choral song we sang,
When up against the white shore of our feet
The depths of the creation swelled and brake,--
And the new worlds, the beaded foam and flower
Of all that coil, roared outward into space
On thunder-edges,--leave the earth to God!
_Lucifer. _ My woe is on the earth, to curse thereby.
_Gabriel.
_ I charge thee by that mournful Morning Star
Which trembles . . .
_Lucifer. _ Enough spoken. As the pine
In norland forest drops its weight of snows
By a night's growth, so, growing toward my ends
I drop thy counsels. Farewell, Gabriel!
Watch out thy service; I achieve my will.
And peradventure in the after years,
When thoughtful men shall bend their spacious brows
Upon the storm and strife seen everywhere
To ruffle their smooth manhood and break up
With lurid lights of intermittent hope
Their human fear and wrong,--they may discern
The heart of a lost angel in the earth.
CHORUS OF EDEN SPIRITS
(_chanting from Paradise, while ADAM and EVE fly across the
Sword-glare_).
Hearken, oh hearken! let your souls behind you
Turn, gently moved!
Our voices feel along the Dread to find you,
O lost, beloved!
Through the thick-shielded and strong-marshalled angels,
They press and pierce:
Our requiems follow fast on our evangels,--
Voice throbs in verse.
We are but orphaned spirits left in Eden
A time ago:
God gave us golden cups, and we were bidden
To feed you so.
But now our right hand hath no cup remaining,
No work to do,
The mystic hydromel is spilt, and staining
The whole earth through.
_Gabriel. _ That he is God,
And capable of saving. Lucifer,
I charge thee by the solitude he kept
Ere he created,--leave the earth to God!
_Lucifer. _ My foot is on the earth, firm as my sin.
_Gabriel. _ I charge thee by the memory of heaven
Ere any sin was done,--leave earth to God!
_Lucifer. _ My sin is on the earth, to reign thereon.
_Gabriel. _ I charge thee by the choral song we sang,
When up against the white shore of our feet
The depths of the creation swelled and brake,--
And the new worlds, the beaded foam and flower
Of all that coil, roared outward into space
On thunder-edges,--leave the earth to God!
_Lucifer. _ My woe is on the earth, to curse thereby.
_Gabriel.
_ I charge thee by that mournful Morning Star
Which trembles . . .
_Lucifer. _ Enough spoken. As the pine
In norland forest drops its weight of snows
By a night's growth, so, growing toward my ends
I drop thy counsels. Farewell, Gabriel!
Watch out thy service; I achieve my will.
And peradventure in the after years,
When thoughtful men shall bend their spacious brows
Upon the storm and strife seen everywhere
To ruffle their smooth manhood and break up
With lurid lights of intermittent hope
Their human fear and wrong,--they may discern
The heart of a lost angel in the earth.
CHORUS OF EDEN SPIRITS
(_chanting from Paradise, while ADAM and EVE fly across the
Sword-glare_).
Hearken, oh hearken! let your souls behind you
Turn, gently moved!
Our voices feel along the Dread to find you,
O lost, beloved!
Through the thick-shielded and strong-marshalled angels,
They press and pierce:
Our requiems follow fast on our evangels,--
Voice throbs in verse.
We are but orphaned spirits left in Eden
A time ago:
God gave us golden cups, and we were bidden
To feed you so.
But now our right hand hath no cup remaining,
No work to do,
The mystic hydromel is spilt, and staining
The whole earth through.
