THE LAMENT OF TASSO. 1. LONG years!-It tries the thrilling frame to bear Long years of outrage, calumny, and wrong; And the mind's canker in its savage mood, When the impatient thirst of light and air Marring the sunbeams with its hideous shade, Works through the throbbing eyeball to the brain With a hot sense of heaviness and pain; And bare, at once, Captivity displayed Stands scoffing through the never-opened gate, Which nothing through its bars admits, save day And tasteless food, which I have eat alone And I can banquet like a beast of prey, And made me wings wherewith to overfly In honour of the sacred war for him, The God who was on earth and is in heaven, How Salem's shrine was won, and how adored. II. But this is o'er-my pleasant task is done: My long-sustaining friend of many years! If I do blot thy final page with tears, Know, that my sorrows have wrung from me none. I have not sunk, for I had no remorse, Nor cause for such: they called me mad--and why? Oh Leonora! wilt not thou reply? I was indeed delirious in my heart That thou wert beautiful, and I not blind, But let them go, or torture as they will, My heart can multiply thine image still; The wretched are the faithful; 'tis their fate To have all feeling save the one decay, As rapid rivers into ocean pour; But ours is fathomless, and hath no shore. Above me, hark! the long and maniac cry Of minds and bodies in captivity. And hark! the lash and the increasing howl, And the half-inarticulate blasphemy! There be some here with worse than frenzy foul, Some who do still goad on the o'er-laboured mind, And dim the little light that's left behind With needless torture, as their tyrant will Is wound up to the lust of doing ill: With these and with their victims am I classed, 'Mid sounds and sights like these long years have passed; 'Mid sights and sounds like these my life may close: So let it be for then I shall repose. |