Canto Fourth. I. THE old man took the oars, and soon the bark Smote on the beach beside a tower of stone; It was a crumbling heap, whose portal dark With blooming ivy trails was overgrown; Upon whose floor the spangling sands were strown, And rarest sea-shells, which the eternal flood, Slave to the mother of the months, had thrown Within the walls of that grey tower, which stood A changeling of man's art, nursed amid Nature's brood. II. When the old man his boat had anchored, The duties of the dash in Shelley's system of punctuation are very varied; and instances such as this are to be seen in some of his MSS. There is Canto V Was tapestried, where me his soft hands placed Upon a couch of grass and oak-leaves interlaced. III. The moon was darting through the lattices. The antique sculptured roof, and many a tome IV. The rock-built barrier of the sea was past,- A lonely lake, amid the forests vast And all its hopes and fears, and all its joy and ruth? V. Thus madness came again,-a milder madness, That gentle Hermit, in my helpless woe, By my sick couch was busy to and fro, Like a strong spirit ministrant of good: And we together sate by that isle-fretted flood. VI. He knew his soothing words to weave with skill That thrilling name had ceased to make me start, Of wisdom and of justice when he spoke- VII. Thus slowly from my brain the darkness rolled, Of eve, to that friend's heart I told my thoughtThat heart which had grown old, but had corrupted not. VIII. That hoary man had spent his livelong age In converse with the dead, who leave the stamp 1 There is no stop here in Shelley's edition. Mrs. Shelley puts a full stop; but I think the colon more likely to be the one dropped out in the original edition. IX. But custom maketh blind and obdurate The loftiest hearts: he had beheld the woe In which mankind was bound, but deemed that fate Torture for liberty, and that the crowd High truths from gifted lips had heard and understood; X. And that the multitude was gathering wide; His spirit leaped within his agèd frame, In lonely peace he could no more abide, XI. He came to the lone column on the rock, And made them melt in tears of penitence. They gave him entrance free to bear me thence. "Since this," the old man said, "seven years are spent, While slowly truth on thy benighted sense Has crept; the hope which wildered it has lent Meanwhile, to me the power of a sublime intent. 1 In Shelley's edition, stedfast; but see note at p. 251. 2 The quotation marks are intro duced here by Mrs. Shelley,-of course rightly; but in Shelley's edition they begin at line 1 of stanza XII. XII. "Yes, from the records of my youthful state, XIII. "In secret chambers parents read, and weep, And vows of faith each to the other bind; And marriageable maidens, who have pined With love, till life seemed melting thro' their look, A warmer zeal, a nobler hope now find; And every bosom thus is rapt and shook, Like autumn's myriad leaves in one swoln mountain brook. XIV. "The tyrants of the Golden City tremble At voices which are heard about the streets, The ministers of fraud can scarce dissemble The lies of their own heart; but when one meets Tho' he says nothing, that the truth is known; And laughter fills the Fane, and curses shake the Throne. 1 A curious instance of an obsolete word found convenient for rhyming purposes. Whether Shelley got it from Spenser or some such later poet as Prior, I know not; but these, and of course others, use it in its strict sense of to know. |