The Summit of the Jungfrau
Enter FIRST DESTINY.
The moon is rising broad
, and round, and bright;
And here on snows, where never human foot 300
Of common mortal trod
, we nightly tread,
And leave no trace
s; o'er the savage sea,
The glassy ocean
of the mountain ice,
We skim its rugged breakers, which put on
The aspect of a tumbling tempest's foam,
Frozen in a moment-- a dead whirlpool
And this most steep fantastic pinnacle,
The fretwork of some earthquake
-- where the clouds
Pause to repose themselves in passing by--
Is sacred to our revels, or our vigil
Here do I wait my sisters, on our way
To the Hall of Arimanes
, for to-night
Is our great festival-- 't is strange they come not.
A Voice without, singing.
The Captive Usurper
Hurl'd down from the throne,
Forgotten and lone;
I broke through his slumbers,
I shiver'd his chain,
I leagued him with numbers-- 320
With the blood of a million he'll answer my care,
With a nation's destruction
-- his flight and despair.
Second Voice, without.
The ship sail'd on, the ship sail'd fast,
But I left not a sail, and I left not a mast;
There is not a plank of the hull or the deck,
And there is not a wretch to lament o'er his wreck
Save one, whom I held, as he swam, by the hair,
And he was a subject well worthy my care;
A traitor on land, and a pirate
at sea-- 330
But I saved him to wreak further havoc
FIRST DESTINY, answering.
The city lies sleeping;
The morn, to deplore it,
May dawn on it weeping:
The black plague
flew o'er it--
Thousands lie lowly;
Tens of thousands shall perish
The living shall fly from
The sick they should cherish; 340
But nothing can vanquish
The touch that they die from.
Sorrow and anguish
And evil and dread
Envelope a nation--
The blest are the dead
Who see not the sight
Of their own desolation;
This work of a night--
This wreck of a realm-- this deed of my doing 350
For ages I've done, and shall still be renewing!
Enter the SECOND and THIRD DESTINIES.
Our hands contain the hearts of men
Our footsteps are their graves:
We only give to take again
The spirits of our slaves
Welcome!-- Where's Nemesis
At some great work;
But what I know not, for my hands were full
Behold she cometh.
Say, where hast thou been?
My sisters and thyself are slow to-night.
l was detain'd repairing shattered thrones
, restoring dynasties,
Avenging men upon their enemies,
And making them repent their own revenge;
Goading the wise to madness
, from the dull
Shaping out oracle
s to rule the world
Afresh, for they were waxing out of date,
And mortals dared to ponder for themselves,
To weigh kings in the balance, and to speak
Of freedom, the forbidden fruit
We have outstaid the hour-- mount we our clouds! 370