Orbits measureless, are furled Fragment: "A Gentle Story of Two Lovers Young" GENTLE story of two lovers young, Who met in innocence and died in sorrow, And of one selfish heart, whose rancour clung Or in this world's deserted vale, Pierce the shadows of its sadness, When ye are cold, that love is a light sent From Heaven, which none shall quench, to cheer the innocent? AM as a spirit who has dwelt have felt His feelings, and have thought his thoughts, and known The inmost converse of his soul, the tone I have unlocked the golden melodies And loosened them and bathed myself therein Even as an eagle in a thunder-mist Clothing his wings with lightning. On the Medusa of Leonardo da Vinci in the Floren tine Gallery I. T lieth, gazing on the midnight sky, Upon the cloudy mountain peak supine; Below, far lands are seen tremblingly; Its horror and its beauty are divine. Upon its lips and eyelids seems to lie II. Yet it is less the horror than the grace Which turns the gazer's spirit into stone; Whereon the lineaments of that dead face 'Tis the melodious hue of beauty thrown Athwart the darkness and the glare of pain. Which humanize and harmonize the strain. III. And from its head as from one body grow, As grass out of a watery rock, Hairs which are vipers, and they curl and flow And their long tangles in each other lock, And with unending involutions show Their mailèd radiance, as it were to mock The torture and the death within, and saw The solid air with many a ragged jaw. IV. And from a stone beside, a poisonous eft Out of the cave this hideous light had cleft, And he comes hastening like a moth that hies After a taper; and the midnight sky V. 'Tis the tempestuous loveliness of terror; For from the serpents gleams a brazen glare Kindled by that inextricable error, Which makes a thrilling vapour of the air Become a and ever-shifting mirror Of all the beauty and the terror thereA woman's countenance, with serpent locks, Gazing in death on heaven from those wet rocks. |