I could not be amongst ye: but there are Nem. What would'st thou ? Man. Thou canst not reply to me. Call up the dead-my question is for them. Nem. Great Arimanes, doth thy will avouch The wishes of this mortal? Shadow or Spirit! Whatever thou art, Which still doth inherit The whole or a part The heart and the form, Appear!—Appear !—Appear! Who sent thee there requires thee here! [The Phantom of ASTARTE rises and stands in the midst. Man. Can this be death? there's bloom upon her cheek; But now I see it is no living hue, But a strange hectic-like the unnatural red Which Autumn plants upon the perish'd leaf. I cannot speak to her—but bid her speak— NEMESIS. By the power which hath broken She is silent, Man. Prince of air! Nem. My power extends no further. She is not of our order, but belongs Silent still! To the other powers. Mortal! thy quest is vain, And we are baffled also. Man. Hear me, hear me Astarte! my beloved! speak to me : I have so much endured-so much endure Look on me! the grave hath not changed thee more Which makes me shrink from immortality- I know not what I ask, nor what I seek : Startled the slumbering birds from the hush'd boughs, Which answer'd me-many things answer'd me— Phantom of Astarte. Manfred! Man. I live but in the sound-it is thy voice! Phan. Manfred! Farewell! Say on, say on To-morrow ends thine earthly ills. Man. Yet one word more-am I forgiven? Phan. Farewell! Man. Phan. Farewell! Say, shall we meet again? Man. One word for mercy! Say, thou lovest me. Phan. Manfred ! [The Spirit of ASTARTE disappears. She's gone, and will not be recall'd; Her words will be fulfill'd. Return to the earth, Nem. A Spirit. He is convulsed-This is to be a mortal And seek the things beyond mortality. Another Spirit. Yet, see, he mastereth himself, and makes His torture tributary to his will. Had he been one of us, he would have made Man. We meet then! Where? On the earth ? Even as thou wilt: and for the grace accorded I now depart a debtor. Fare ye well! [Exit MANFRED. P MANFRED'S FAREWELL TO THE SUN. (MANFRED, Act iii. Scene 2.) GLORIOUS Orb! the idol Of early nature, and the vigorous race The mystery of thy making was reveal'd! Which gladden'd, on their mountain tops, the hearts And representative of the Unknown Who chose thee for His shadow! Thou chief star, And hearts of all who walk within thy rays! Even as our outward aspects;-thou dost rise, To whom the gifts of life and warmth have been I follow. |