VI. The green young ivy, by its graceful clinging, Blithesome I wander'd through this world of treasure, Trusting such boundless joy would know no measure : Once more to me were Eden's blessings gain'd— O Love, how fair thy morn! VII. Lull'd in sweet slumber, all my senses shrouded Life, light, the world is drear!— Oh, stay, sweet dream; and yet, by mem'ry's pow'r, Whisper again the language of that land, That I may tell thy charms in sorrow's hour To the still ocean and the desert's sand, Which thou alone canst cheer! FAME. "Though fame is smoke, Its fumes are frankincense to human thought." BYRON. 1. SOLDIER, why so madly rushing 'Midst the gleaming spears ? Why thy cheek with ardour flushing ?— Where thy human fears ?— Thou hast life or limb to lose, Life, and youth, and pleasure; Slaughter round her victims strews: Why so blindly treasure Fame, fame-gory fame! E II. Stricken, while thy heart is beating With a hero's pride, Even while thy arm's defeating Widowing some bride, Low thou 'lt fall, and mangled lie— Trampled, rifled, gory; Or, where Afric's sun is burning, On a bed of anguish turning, With no voice to cheer thee: Fame, fame!-fickle fame! IV. Player, why that mimic seeming From thy fancy-tortured heart, Fabled grief mistaking For thine own-thine own ! V. Study's toil and nightly watching, Daily wrongs and insults keen, Stigma to thy name attaching: But to seem a king or queen No-I wrong thee !-Reckless thou King or Beggar playing; With thy mind-illumined brow But one hope betraying Fame, fame !-deathless fame! VI. Painter, wherefore ever straining Eye and hand to image manLife's enjoyments all disdaining, O'er and o'er thy work to scan? Pale and silent worker, tell From whence thy patience springeth, Binding Nature in her spell Until thy pencil bringeth Fame, fame!-dear-bought fame! VII. Thou, to whom sweet Beauty seemeth Something of her 'witching air- That around thee scatter'd lie, Fame, fame idle fame! |