The Dream of Eugene Aram. The Dream of Eugene Aram. BY THOMAS HOOD. 27 The late Admiral Burney went to school at an establishment where the unhappy Eugene Aram was usher subsequent to his crime. The Admiral stated that Aram was generally liked by the boys; and that he used to discourse to them about murder in somewhat of the spirit which is attributed to him in this poem. 'TWAS in the prime of summer time, An evening calm and cool, And four-and-twenty happy boys Came bounding out of school: There were some that ran and some that leapt, Like troutlets in a pool. Away they sped with gamesome minds, To a level mead they came, and there Like sportive deer they coursed about, Turning to mirth all things of earth But the Usher sat remote from all, His hat was off, his vest apart, To catch heaven's blessed breeze; For a burning thought was in his brow, And his bosom ill at ease: So he lean'd his head on his hands, and read Leaf after leaf he turn'd it o'er, Nor ever glanced aside; For the peace of his soul he read that book In the golden eventide : Much study had made him very lean, At last he shut the ponderous tome; Then leaping on his feet upright, And, lo! he saw a little boy That pored upon a book! "My gentle lad, what is't Romance or fairy fable? Or is it some historic page, you read Of kings and crowns unstable?" The young boy gave an upward glance,— "It is "The Death of Abel."" The Usher took six hasty strides, And down he sat beside the lad, And talk'd with him of Cain; The Dream of Eugene Aram. And, long since then, of bloody men, Whose deeds tradition saves; And how the sprites of injured men And unknown facts of guilty acts He told how murderers walk'd the earth With crimson clouds before their eyes, "And well," quoth he, "I know, for truth, Their pangs must be extreme Woe, woe, unutterable woe Who spill life's sacred stream. For why? Methought, last night, I wrought "One that had never done me wrong, A feeble man, and old; I led him to a lonely field, The moon shone clear and cold: Now here, said I, this man shall die, And I will have his gold. 29 "Two sudden blows with a ragged stick And one with a heavy stone, One hurried gash with a hasty knife, "Nothing but lifeless flesh and bone, And yet I fear'd him all the more There was a manhood in his look 66 And, lo! the universal air Seem'd lit with ghastly flame- "O God, it made me quake to see "My head was like an ardent coal, My wretched, wretched soul, I knew, A dozen times I groan'd; the dead Had never groan'd but twice. The Dream of Eugene Aram. "And now from forth the frowning sky, From the heaven's topmost height, I heard a voice-the awful voice Of the blood-avenging sprite'Thou guilty man, take up thy dead, And hide it from my sight!' "I took the dreary body up, "Down went the corse with a hollow plunge, And vanish'd in the pool; Anon I cleansed my bloody hands, And wash'd my forehead cool, And sat among the urchins young "O Heaven, to think of their white souls, I could not share in childish prayer, Like a devil of the pit I seem'd 'Mid holy cherubim. "And peace went with them one and all, But Guilt was my grim chamberlain And drew my midnight curtains round With fingers bloody red. 31 |