I see no more thy cross, O holy Slain! I hear no more the horror and the coil Of the great world's turmoil Feeling thy countenance _too still_,--nor yell Of demons sweeping past it to their prison. The skies that turned to darkness with thy pain Make now a summer's day; And on my changèd ear that sabbath bell Records how CHRIST IS RISEN. III. And I--ah! what am I To counterfeit, with faculty earth-darkened, Seraphic brows of light And seraph language never used nor hearkened? Ah me! what word that seraphs say, could come From mouth so used to sighs, so soon to lie Sighless, because then breathless, in the tomb? IV. Bright ministers of God and grace--of grace Because of God! whether ye bow adown In your own heaven, before the living face Of him who died and deathless wears the crown, Or whether at this hour ye haply are Anear, around me, hiding in the night Of this permitted ignorance your light, This feebleness to spare,-- Forgive me, that mine earthly heart should dare Shape images of unincarnate spirits And lay upon their burning lips a thought Cold with the weeping which mine earth inherits. And though ye find in such hoarse music, wrought To copy yours, a cadence all the while Of sin and sorrow--only pitying smile! Ye know to pity, well. V. _I_ too may haply smile another day At the far recollection of this lay, When God may call me in your midst to dwell, To hear your most sweet music's miracle And see your wondrous faces. May it be! For his remembered sake, the Slain on rood, Who rolled his earthly garment red in blood (Treading the wine-press) that the weak, like me, Before his heavenly throne should walk in white. FOOTNOTE: [D] "His angels he charged with folly."--_Job_ iv. 18. PROMETHEUS BOUND FROM THE GREEK OF ÆSCHYLUS _PERSONS._ PROMETHEUS. OCEANUS. HERMES. HEPHÆSTUS. IO, _daughter of_ Inachus. STRENGTH _and_ FORCE. _Chorus of Sea Nymphs._ PROMETHEUS BOUND SCENE.--_STRENGTH and FORCE, HEPHÆSTUS and PROMETHEUS, at the Rocks._ _Strength._ We reach the utmost limit of the earth, The Scythian track, the desert without man. And now, Hephæstus, thou must needs fulfil The mandate of our Father, and with links Indissoluble of adamantine chains Fasten against this beetling precipice This guilty god. Because he filched away Thine own bright flower, the glory of plastic fire, And gifted mortals with it,--such a sin It doth behove he expiate to the gods, Learning to accept the empery of Zeus And leave off his old trick of loving man.