Their inmost powers, as though for me Existence on that knowledge hung. Oh what a vision were the stars, Of light, for gods to journey by ! Of misery had I shunned below, Could I have still lived blest with such; Nor, proud and restless burned to know The knowledge that brings guilt and wo. Often-so much I loved to trace The secrets of this starry raceHave I at morn and evening run Along the lines of radiance spun Like webs, between them and the sun, Untwisting all the tangled ties Of light into their different diesThen fleetly winged I off, in quest Of those, the farthest, loneliest, That watch, like winking sentinels, The void, beyond which Chaos dwells; And there, with noiseless plume, pursued Their track through that grand solitude, Asking intently all and each What soul within their radiance dwelt, And wishing their sweet light were speech, That they might tell me all they felt. Nay, oft so passionate my chase Should 'scape me in the farthest nightSome pilgrim Comet, on his way To visit distant shrines of light, And well remember how I sung Exultingly, when on my sight New worlds of stars, all fresh and rung, As if just born of darkness, sprung! Such was my pure ambition then, My sinless transport, night and morn; And that most fair of stars was born Yon wonderful expanse, where glow From their for thrones; in vain these ears To the once-thrilling music listened, That hymned around my favorite spheres "C'est un fait indubitable que la plupart des anciens philsophes, soit Chaldéer.s, soit Grecs, nous ont donné les astres comme animés, et ont soutenu que les astres, qui nous éclairPr, l'étoient que ou les chars, ou même les navires, des Inteligences qui les conduisoient. Pour les Chars, cela se lit partout; on n'a qu'ouvrir Pline, St. Clement," &c., &c.-Mémoire Historique, sur le Sabiisme, par M. FOURMONT. A belief that the stars are either spirits or the vehicles of spirits, was common to all the religions and heresies of the East. Kircher has given the names and stations of the seven archangels, who were by the Cabala of the Jews distributed through the planets. According to the cosmogony of the ancient Persians, there were four stars set as sentinels in the four quarters of the heavens, to watch over the other fixed stars, and superintend he planets in their course. The names of these four sentinel stars are, according to the Roundesh, Taschter, for the east ; Satevis, for the west; Venand, for the south; and Haftorang, for the north. Then, too, the ever-restless zeal, Th' insatiate curiosity To know how shapes, so fair, must feet- Those looks could inward turn their ray, I had beheld their First, their EVE, In worship o'er her from above; In what the warm heart wishes true; I had seen this; had seen Man, armed, His vaunted reason's cold defence, Though by her counsels taught to err, Though driven from Paradise for her, (And with her-that, at least, was bliss), Had I not heard him, ere he crost The threshold of that earthly heaven, Which by her wildering smile he lostSo quickly was the wrong forgiven ! Had I not heard him, as he prest The frail, fond trembler to a breast Which she had doomed to sin and strife, Call her-even then-his Life! his Life Yes, such the love-taught name, the first, That ruined Man to Woman gave, Chavah, or, as it is in Arabic, Havah (the name by which Adam called the woman after their transgression), meani "Life." Even in his outcast hour, when curst And earliest boon of love, the grave' There stood before him, with the light The loss, the death of all things dear, Life, endless Life, while she was near! Could I help wondering at a creature, Thus circled round with spells so strong- In joy and wo, through right and wrong, Nor did the marvel cease with her New Eves in all her daughters came, As strong to charm, as weak to err, As sure of man through praise and blame, He still th' unreasoning worshipper, And they, throughout all time, the same, This world with all its destinies, To save or ruin as they please! How restlessly I sighed to find I might descend, as doth the bee The prime, the quintessence, the whole At length, my burning wish, my prayer- There was a maid, of all who move Like visions o'er this orb, most fit Herself so bright, so exquisite ! By which the wildered sense is caught- Of tenderness, all soft became As though they couid, like the sun's bird, Of a young tree, in vernal flower; That falls to loveliest woman's shar Though, even here, her form could spare From its own beauty's rich excess Enough to make even them more fair- Taken, in their perfection, warm, 'Twas this a union, which the hand In angel-natures and her own- And all the senses burn for here. Had we-but hold-hear every part And yet so ruinous, that led Down to the last, dark precipice, Where perished both-the fallen, the dead! From the first hour she caught my sight, I never left her-day and night And 'mid her loneliest musings near, I soon could track each thought that lay, That keep young hearts for ever glowing, Vague wishes, fond imaginings, Love-dreams, as yet no object knowingLight, winged hopes, that come when bid, And rainbow joys that end in weeping; And passions, among pure thoughts hid, Like serpents under flowerets sleeping: Into the bright, vague future given; It was in dreams that first I stole, When reason's beam, half hid behind And vistas, with no pathway through; Dwellings of bliss, that opening shone, But give her wing no resting-place; Th' enchanter of each mocking scene, Who gave the hope, then brought the blight, Who said, 'Behold, yon world of light,' Then sudden dropt a veil between! At length, when I perceived each thought, But these illusive scenes, and me- To madden curiosity When by such various arts I found Her garden beds, through which a glow Brightly pervading all the place— When God and man both claimed her sighsEvery warm thought, that ever dwelt, Like summer clouds, 'twixt earth and skies, Too pure to fall, too gross to rise, Spoke in her gestures, tones, and eyesThen, as the mystic light's soft ray Grew softer still, as though its ray Was breathed from her, I heard her say : 'Oh idol of my dreams, whate'er Thy nature be-human, divine, Or but half heavenly-still too fair, Too heavenly to be ever mine! Wonderful Spirit, who dost make No longer life to live awake, Since heaven itself descends in dreams, Why do I ever lose thee? why, When on thy realms and thee I gaze, Still drops that veil, which I could die, Oh gladly, but one hour to raise ? Long ere such miracles as thou And thine came o'er my thoughts, a thirst For light was in this soul, which now Thy looks have into passion nursed. There's nothing bright above, below, In sky-earth-ocean, that this breast, Doth not intensely burn to know, And thee, thee, thee, o'er all the rest! Then come, oh Spirit, from behind The curtains of thy radiant home, If thou wouldst be as angel shrined, Or loved and clasped as mortal, come! Bring all thy dazzling wonders here, That I may, waking, know and see; Or waft te hence to thy own sphere Thy heaven or-ay, even that with thee! Demon or God, who hold'st the book Of knowledge spread beneath thine eye, Give me, with thee, but one bright look Into its leaves, and let me die! By those ethereal wings, whose way By that bright, wreathed hair, between Whose sunny clusters the sweet wind Of Paradise so late hath been, And left its fragrant soul behind! By those impassioned eyes, that melt As molten fire through every part I do implore thee, oh most bright And worshipped Spirit, shine but o'er My waking, wondering eyes this night, This one blest night-I ask no more " Exhausted, breathless, as she said These burning words, her languid head Upon the altar's steps she cast, As if that brain-throb were its last Till, startled by the breathing, nigh, And there, just lighted on the shrine, Around her, full of light divine, Th' accessible, though glorious mate The Spirit here But soon 'twas o'er-that casual blaze Soon passed away, and the youth, turning "Days, months elapsed, and though what most What happiness is theirs, who fall! In purgatory catch of heaven! Called by the Mussulmans Al Araf-a sort of wall or pat tition which, according to the 7th chapter of the Koran, sepa rates hell from paradise, and where they, who have not merits sufficient to gain them immediate admittance into heaven are supposed to stand for a certain period, alternately tanta lized and tormented by the sights that are on either side presented to them. Manes, who borrowed in many instances from the Platonists, placed his purgatories, or places of purification, in the Sun and Moon.-Beausobre, liv. iii., chap. 8. The only feeling that to me Seemed joy-or rather my sole rest My young, proud, blooming LILIS blest. To my lost soul-whom yet its thirst And found the charm fresh as at first- Whatever beams still round me played On her, my Moon, whose light I made, Beyond what even most queenly stirs Then, too, that passion, hourly growing Stronger and stronger-to which even Th' eternal ALLA loves to show, And fatal as it was, I sought In the deep earth-beneath the sea Through caves of fire-through wilds of air- Had spread her curtain, we were there- At home in each new element, And sure of worship everywhere! Then first was Nature taught to lay n's deep centre brought to light, In form unlovely) was set free, Th' ambition of the hour-forget I did not seek, with such fond care, "Quelques gnomes désireux de devenir immortels, avoient voulu gagner les bonnes graces des nos filles, et leur avoient apporté des pierreries dont ils sont gardiens naturels: et ces anteurs ont cru, s'appuyans sur le livre d'Enoch mal-entendu, que c'étoient des pièges que les anges amoureux," &c., &c.Comte de Gabalis. As the fiction of the loves of angels with women gave birth to the fanciful world of sylphs and gnomes, so we owe to it also the invention of those beautiful Genii and Peris, which mbellish so much the mythology of the East; for in the fabulous histories of Catoumarath, of Thamurath, &c., these spiritual creatures are always represented as the descendants of Seth, and called the Bani Alginn, or children of Giann. That when I've seen her look a V At some bright star admiringly But not alone the wonders found By ALLA madet-the chains of Fate Till good from evil, love from hate, Such were the deep-drawn mysteries, And some, even more obscure, profound, Which-far as woman's thought could sound, And mingling the pure light it brings Shed in false, teinted glimmerings- Inspired, among her own dark race, To gaze upon her holier face. Into fair shapes by fancy curled, But startled the still-dreaming world! Stole out in these revealments then- Thus did some moons of bliss go by Of bliss to her, who saw but love And knowledge throughout earth and sky; I seemed as is the sun on high The light of ail below, above, I am aware that this happy saying of Lord Albemarle's loses much of its grace and playfulness, by being put into the mouth of any but a human lover. According to Whitehurst's theory, the mention of rainbows by an antediluvian angel is an anachronism; as he says, "There was no rain before the flood, and consequently no rainbow, which accounts for the novelty of this sight after the Deluge." For the terms of this compact, of which the angels were supposed to be witnesses, see the chapter of the Koran, en titled Al Araf, and the article "Adam" in D'Herbelot. In acknowledging the authority of the great Prophets who had preceded him, Mahomet represented his own mission as the final Seal," or consummation of them all. § The Zodiacal Light. Happy enthusiast! still, oh still- Which looks at once before and back, And sees both comfortless, both black- Or, if pain would not be forgot, At least have borne and murinured not. While down its steep most headlong driven- Came o'er me with an agony On stem so full of bitterness- Brought warmth and radiance, if not balm; Like moonlight o'er a troubled sea, Brigl tening the storm it can not calm. Oft, too, when that disheartening fear, The dreadful thought that it must die! Most full of sadness, from the thought Of all earth's sorrow would deny, The death-pang, without power to die! Even this, her fond endearments-fond As ever cherished the sweet bond 'Twixt heart and heart-could charm away; Before her look no clouds would stay, Or, if they did, their gloom was gone, Their darkness put a glory on! But 'tis not, 'tis not for the wrong, The guilty, to be happy long; And she, too, now, had sunk within The shadow of her tempter's sin, Too deep for even Omnipotence To snatch the fated victim thence! Listen, and, if a tear there be 'Twas on the evening of a day, • Pococke, however, gives it as the opinion of the Mahom. ean doctors, that all souls, not only of men and of animals, ing either on land or in the sea, but of the angels also, must necessarily taste of death. And those wings furled, whose open light Which even in pain I ne'er forget- It was an evening bright and still As ever blushed on wave or bower, Smiling from heaven, as if naught ill Could happen in so sweet an hour. Yet, I remember, both grew sad In looking at that light-even she, Of heart so fresh, and brow so glad, Felt the still hour's solemnity, And thought she saw, in that repose, The death-hour not alone of light, But of this whole fair world-the close Of all things beautiful and brightThe last, grand sunset, in whose ray Nature herself died calm away! At length, as though some livelier though: Her white hand rested, smiled and said: 'I had, last night, a dream of thee, Resembling those divine ones, given, Before thou cam'st thyself from heaven. Like meteors round thee flashed and played. Thou stoodst all bright, as in those dreams, Sudden I felt thee draw me near To thy pure heart, where, fondly placed, I seemed within the atmosphere Of that exhaling light embraced; And felt, methought, th' ethereal flame Say, why did dream so blest come o'er me, To gaze upon those perfect charms, Oh what a pride to say, this, this And pure, and dazzling as he is, And fresh from heaven-he's mine, he's mine Thinkst thou, were LILIS in thy place, No, no-then, if thou lov'st like me, Shine out, young Spirit, in the blaze |