And the half-inarticulate blasphemy! There be some here with worse than frenzy foul, Is wound up to the lust of doing ill. With these and with their victims am I class'd, 'Mid sounds and sights like these long years have pass'd; 'Mid sights and sounds like these my life may close: So let it be, for then I shall repose. IV I have been patient, let me be so yet; I had forgotten half I would forget, But it revives Oh! would it were my lot To be forgetful as I am forgot! Feel I not wroth with those who bade me dwell In this vast lazar-house of many woes? Where laughter is not mirth, nor thought the mind, Nor words a language, nor e'en men mankind; Many, but each divided by the wall Which echoes Madness in her babbling moods; Who have debased me in the minds of men, Debarring me the usage of my own, Blighting my life in best of its career, Branding my thoughts as things to shun and fear? V Look on a love which knows not to despair, And thus at the collision of thy name The vivid thought still flashes through my frame, And for a moment all things as they were Flit by me; - they are gone I am the same. And yet my love without ambition grew; I told it not, I breathed it not, it was Thy lineaments in beauty that dismay’d — A something which all softness did surpass - I know not how thy genius master'd mineMy star stood still before thee: — if it were Presumptuous thus to love without design, but for thee. The very love which lock'd me to my chain Hath lighten'd half its weight; and for the rest, Though heavy, lent me vigour to sustain, And look to thee with undivided breast, And foil the ingenuity of Pain. VI It is no marvel; from my very birth My soul was drunk with love, which did pervade And mingle with whate'er I saw on earth. "I loved all Solitude; but little thought -Lament of Tasso, p. 25. |