LINES WRITTEN ON HEARING THE NEWS OF THE DEATH OF NAPOLEON Published with Hellas, 1821. WHAT! alive and so bold, O Earth? What! leapest thou forth as of old How! is not thy quick heart cold? What spark is alive on thy hearth? How is not his death-knell knolled? And livest thou still, Mother Earth? Thou wert warming thy fingers old O'er the embers covered and cold Of that most fiery spirit, when it fled; What, Mother, do you laugh now he is dead? 'Who has known me of old,' replied Earth, 'Or who has my story told? And the lightning of scorn laughed forth All my sons when their knell is knolled, And so with living motion all are fed, And the quick spring like weeds out of the dead. 'Still alive and still bold,' shouted Earth, 'I grow bolder, and still more bold. The dead fill me ten thousand-fold Fuller of speed, and splendor, and mirth. I was cloudy, and sullen, and cold, Like a frozen chaos uprolled, Till by the spirit of the mighty dead My heart grew warm. I feed on whom I fed. 'Ay, alive and still bold,' muttered Earth, 'Napoleon's fierce spirit rolled, In terror, and blood, and gold, A torrent of ruin to death from his birth. Leave the millions who follow to mould The metal before it be cold; And weave into his shame, which like the dead Shrouds me, the hopes that from his glory fled.' |