Which Autumn plants upon the perish'd leaf.
It is the same! Oh, God! that I should dread
To look upon the same— -Astarte !-No,

I cannot speak to her-but bid her speak-
Forgive me or condemn me.

NEMESIS.

By the power which hath broken
The grave which enthrall'd thee,
Speak to him who hath spoken,
Or those who have call'd thee!

She is silent,

Man.
And in that silence I am more than answer'd.

Prince of air!

Nem. My power extends no further.
It rests with thee alone-command her voice.
Ari. Spirit-obey this sceptre !
Nem.

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
Than I am changed for thee. Thou lovedst me
Too much, as I loved thee: we were not made
To torture thus each other, though it were
The deadliest sin to love as we have loved.
Say that thou loath'st me not-that I do bear
This punishment for both-that thou wilt be
One of the blessed-and that I shall die;
For hitherto all hateful things conspire
To bind me in existence-in a life

Which makes me shrink from immortality—
A future like the past. I cannot rest.
I know not what I ask, nor what I seek :
I feel but what thou art-and what I am;
And I would hear yet once before I perish
The voice which was my music-Speak to me !
For I have call'd on thee in the still night,

Startled the slumbering birds from the hush'd boughs,
And woke the mountain wolves, and made the caves
Acquainted with thy vainly echoed name,

Which answer'd me—many things answer'd me—
Spirits and men-but thou wert silent all.
Yet speak to me! I have outwatch'd the stars,
And gazed o'er heaven in vain in search of thee.
Speak to me! I have wander'd o'er the earth,
And never found thy likeness-Speak to me !
Look on the fiends around-they feel for me:
I fear them not, and feel for thee alone-
Speak to me! though it be in wrath ;—but say—
I reck not what-but let me hear thee once-
This once-once more!

Phantom of Astarte. Manfred !

Man.

Say on, say on—

To-morrow ends thine earthly ills.

I live but in the sound-it is thy voice!

Phan. Manfred!

Farewell!

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 !

Nem.

[The Spirit of ASTARTE disappears. She's gone, and will not be recall'd; Her words will be fulfill'd. Return to the earth,

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

ASTARTE.

(MANFRED, Act ii. Scene 4.)

The Hall of Arimanes—Arimanes on his Throne,
a Globe of Fire, surrounded by the Spirits.

Enter the DESTINIES and NEMESIS; then MANFRED.

A Spirit.

What is here?

A mortal!-Thou most rash and fatal wretch !

Bow down and worship!

Second Spirit.

I do know the man

A Magian of great power, and fearful skill!

Third Spirit. Bow down and worship, slave!—What, know'st thou not

Thine and our Sovereign ?-Tremble, and obey!

All the Spirits. Prostrate thyself, and thy condemned

clay,

Child of the Earth! or dread the worst.

Man.

And yet ye see I kneel not.

Fourth Spirit.

I know it;

"Twill be taught thee.

Man. 'Tis taught already;—many a night on the earth, On the bare ground, have I bow'd down my face, And strew'd my head with ashes; I have known The fulness of humiliation, for

I sunk before my vain despair, and knelt

To my own desolation.

Fifth Spirit.

Dost thou dare

Refuse to Arimanes on his throne

What the whole earth accords, beholding not
The terror of his Glory?—Crouch! I say.

Man. Bid him bow down to that which is above him,

The overruling Infinite-the Maker

Who made him not for worship-let him kneel,

And we will kneel together.

The Spirits.

Tear him in pieces!

First Destiny.

Crush the worm !

Hence! Avaunt!-he's mine.
This man

Prince of the Powers invisible !

Is of no common order, as his port

And presence here denote; his sufferings
Have been of an immortal nature, like

Our own; his knowledge, and his powers and will,
As far as is compatible with clay,

Which clogs the ethereal essence, have been such
As clay hath seldom borne; his aspirations
Have been beyond the dwellers of the earth,
And they have only taught him what we know—
That knowledge is not happiness, and science
But an exchange of ignorance for that
Which is another kind of ignorance.

This is not all-the passions, attributes

Of earth and heaven, from which no power, nor being,
Nor breath from the worm upwards is exempt,
Have pierced his heart; and in their consequence
Made him a thing, which I, who pity not,
Yet pardon those who pity. He is mine,
And thine, it may be—be it so, or not,
No other Spirit in this region hath
A soul like his—or power upon his soul.
Nemesis. What doth he here then?

First Des.

Let him answer that.

Man. Ye know what I have known ; and without

power