Diversified the scene: that scene was wild, Magnificent, deform'd, or beautiful, As framed expressly for all kinds of life, Than His who made it, and pronounced it good. And good it was; free as light, air, fire, water, To every thing that breathed upon its surface, From the small worm that crept abroad at midnight To sip cool dews and feed on sleeping flowers, Then slunk into its hole, the little vampire! Through every species which I yet had seen To animals, of tribes and forms unknown In the lost islands;- beasts that ranged the forests, Grazed in the valleys, bounded o'er the hills, Reposed in rich savannahs, from grey rocks Pick'd the thin herbage sprouting through their fis sures; Or in waste howling deserts found oases, And fountains pouring sweeter streams than nectar, And more melodious than the nightingale, I gazed on ruminating herds of kine, And sheep for ever wandering; goats that swung Through flowery champaigns roam'd the fleet gazelles, Of many a colour, size, and shape, -- all graceful ; In every look, step, attitude prepared, Even at the shadow of a cloud, to vanish, And leave a solitude where thousands stood, On these, with famine unappeasable, Lithe, muscular, huge-boned, and limb'd for leaping, The brindled tyrants of brute nature prey'd: The weak and timid bow'd before the strong, Here couch'd the panting tiger, on the watch; Impatient but unmoved, his fire-ball eyes Made horrid twilight in the sunless jungle, Till on the heedless buffalo he sprang, Dragg'd the low-bellowing monster to his lair, Crash'd through the ribs at once into its heart, Quaff'd the hot blood, and gorged the quivering flesh, Till drunk he lay as powerless as the carcass. There, to the solitary lion's roar So many echoes answer'd, that there seem'd The flying animals, from cave to cave, Heard his voice issuing; and recoil'd aghast, Only to meet it nearer than before, Or, ere they saw his shadow or his face, Calm amidst scenes of havoc, in his own Till Nature laid him gently down to rest While birds, within the spinal labyrinth, Contrived their nests:-so wandering Arabs pitch Their tents amidst Palmyra's palaces; So Greek and Roman peasants build their huts Beneath the shadow of the Parthenon, Or on the ruins of the Capitol. But unintelligent creation soon Fail'd to delight; the novelty departed, And all look'd desolate; my eye grew weary The mind within me panted after mind, Which nothing but humanity could fill. At length, as though a prison door were open'd, Conducted, I escaped that desert-bourne ; Yet knew not how, for wings nor feet I plied, |