When,-turning to the star, whose head Alone, as all such bright things are;- So innocent the maid, so free From mortal taint in soul and frame, To love, ay, burn for, with a flame, A mournfulness that could not weep, That very night-my heart had grown Between them and this nether zone, Thought 'twas their herald's wing returning. Oft did the potent spell-word, giv'n To Envoys hither from the skies, To be pronounc'd, when back to heav'n Come to my lips that fatal day; And once, too, was so nearly spoken, That my spread plumage in the ray And breeze of heav'n began to play; When my heart fail'd-the spell was brokenThe word unfinish'd died away, And my check'd plumes, ready to soar, Fell slack and lifeless as before. How could I leave a world which she, So there she look'd, breath'd, mov'd about 1 I have already mentioned that some of the circumstances of this story were suggested to me by the eastern legend of the two angels, Harut and Marut, as given by Mariti, who says that the nutnor of the Taalim founds upon it the Mahometan prohibition of wine. I have since found that Mariti's version of the tale (which Woe, ruin, death, more sweet with her, Than Paradise itself, without! But, to return-that very day A feast was held, where, full of mirth, The shadow I that morn had thrown- To all that frantic mirth-that rush Then, too, that juice of earth, the bane And blessing of man's heart and brainThat draught of sorcery, which brings Phantoms of fair, forbidden thingsWhose drops, like those of rainbows, smile Upon the mists that circle man, Bright'ning not only Earth, the while, But grasping Heav'n, too, in their span!Then first the fatal wine-cup rain'd Its dews of darkness through my lips,' Casting whate'er of light remain'd To my lost soul into eclipse; And filling it with such wild dreamsSuch fantasies and wrong desires, As, in the absence of heav'n's beams, Haunt us for ever like wild-fires That walk this earth, when day retires. Now hear the rest!-our banquet done, At the same silent, moonlight hour. differs also from that of Dr. Prideaux, in his Life of Mahomet, is taken from the French Encylopédie, in which work, under the head "Arot et Marot," the reader will find it. The Bahardanush tells the fable differently There was a virtue in that scene, A spell of holiness around, Which, had my burning brain not been Thus madden'd, would have held me bound, As though I trod celestial ground. Ev'n as it was, with soul all flame, And lips that burn'd in their own sighs, Full o'er me when I saw those eyes; Was the wild love with which I lov'd, When, with a voice, where Passion shed To soothe me in that lonely sky; All heav'n hath left of bliss for me! 'Oh, but to see that head recline A minute on this trembling arm, And those mild eyes look up to mine, Without a dread, a thought of harm! To meet, but once, the thrilling touch Of lips too purely fond to fear me'Or, if that boon be all too much, Ev'n thus to bring their fragrance near me! Nay, shrink not so-a look-a word Give them but kindly and I fly; While thus I spoke, the fearful maid, I now recall, though wilder'd then, — Instantly, when I nam'd the spell, Her brow, her eyes uprose again, And, with an eagerness, that spoke The sudden light that o'er her broke, The spell, the spell!-oh, speak it now, And I will bless thee!' she exclaim'd Unknowing what I did, inflam'd, And lost already, on her brow I stamp'd one burning kiss, and nam'd The mystic word, till then ne'er told To living creature of earth's mould! Scarce was it said, when, quick as thought, Her lips from mine, like echo, caught The holy sound-her hands and eyes Were instant lifted to the skies, And thrice to heav'n she spoke it out With that triumphant look Faith wears, When not a cloud of fear or doubt, A vapour from this vale of tears, That very moment her whole frame That sparkle around ALLA's Throne, Above me, in the moon-beam shone With a pure light, which-from its hue, Unknown upon this earth-I knew Was light from Eden, glist'ning through! Most holy vision! ne'er before Did aught so radiant-since the day The third of the bright stars away. But did I tamely view her flight? And soul to soul, in Paradise? I did I spoke it o'er and o'er I pray'd, I wept, but all in vain; For me the spell had pow'r no more. There seem'd around me some dark chain Which still, as I essay'd to soar, Baffled, alas, each wild endeavour: Dead lay my wings, as they have lain Since that sad hour, and will remain So wills the' offended God- for ever! It was to yonder star I trac'd In wishes and in dreams before, Thy blest reward-ordain'd to be Her home of light for evermore! Once or did I but fancy so? Ev'n in her flight to that fair sphere, 'Mid all her spirit's new-felt glow, A pitying look she turn'd below On him who stood in darkness here; Him whom, perhaps, if vain regret Can dwell in heaven, she pities yet; And oft, when looking to this dim And distant world, remembers him. But soon that passing dream was gone; As are those specks that yonder burn, — Those vivid drops of light, that fall The last from Day's exhausted urn. And when at length she merg'd, afar, Into her own immortal star, And when at length my straining sight Had caught her wing's last fading ray, That minute from my soul the light Of heav'n and love both pass'd away; And I forgot my home, my birth, Profan'd my spirit, sunk my brow, And revell'd in gross joys of earth, Till I became- what I am now!" The Spirit bow'd his head in shame; A shame, that of itself would tellWere there not ev'n those breaks of flame, Celestial, through his clouded frame How grand the height from which he fell! That holy Shame, which ne'er forgets, The' unblench'd renown it us'd to wear; Whose blush remains, when Virtue sets, To show her sunshine has been there. Once only, while the tale he told, As though he felt some deadly pain From its sweet light through heart and brain Shrunk back, and never look'd again. Behind the veils of that blue sky, Of light they from themselves alone, And flow'r of those bright creatures, nam'd Spirits of Knowledge', who o'er Time And Space and Thought an empire claim'd. Second alone to Him, whose light Was, ev'n to theirs, as day to night; And wide, as would the journey be The vague shores of Infinity! 'Twas RUBI, in whose mournful eye And when he smil'd, if o'er his face The kindlings of disdain and ire, Short was the fitful glare they threw Like the last flashes, fierce but few, Seen through some noble pile on fire! Such was the Angel, who now broke The silence that had come o'er all, When he, the Spirit that last spoke, Clos'd the sad hist'ry of his fall; And, while a sacred lustre, flown For many a day, relum'd his checkBeautiful, as in days of old; And not those eloquent lips alone But every feature seem'd to speak· Thus his eventful story told : Who was the Second Spirit? he With the proud front and piercing glance – Who seem'd when viewing heaven's expanse, As though his far-sent eye could see On, on into the' Immensity The Kerubiim, as the Mussulmans call them, are often joined indiscriminately with the Asrafil or Seraphim, under one common SECOND ANGEL'S STORY. "You both remember well the day, When unto Eden's new-made bow'rs, ALLA convok'd the bright array Of his supreme angelic pow'rs, To witness the one wonder yet, Beyond man, angel, star, or sun, name of Azazil, by which all spirits who approach near the throne of Alla are designated. He must achieve, ere he could set His seal upon the world, as done To see that last perfection rise, That crowning of creation's birth, When, 'mid the worship and surprise Of circling angels, Woman's eyes First open'd upon heav'n and earth; And from their lids a thrill was sent, That through each living spirit went, Like first light through the firmament! - Can you forget how gradual stole The progress of the noontide air, And varying heav'n's reflections thereOr, like the light of ev'ning, stealing O'er some fair temple, which all day Hath slept in shadow, slow revealing Its several beauties, ray by ray, Tell it shines out, a thing to bless, All full of light and loveliness. Whate'er I did, or dream'd, or felt, The thought of what might yet befall That matchless creature mix'd with all.Nor she alone, but her whole race - whate'er Through ages yet to come- C'est un fait indubitable que la plupart des anciens philoshes, soit Chaldéens, soit Grees, nous ont donné les astres comme Betent soutenu que les astres, qui nous éclairent, n'étoient le chars, ou même les navires, des Intelligences qui les conCent Pour les Chars, cela se lit partout; on n'a qu'ouvrir Pline, St. Clement," &c. &c.- Mémoire Historique, sur le Sabiisme, par M. Fot RMONT. A belief that the stars are either spirits or the vehicles of spirits, The common to all the religions and heresies of the East. Kircher It was my doom-ev'n from the first, By some new wonder, some sublime Oh what a vision were the stars, Of light, for gods to journey by!! Of misery had I shunn'd below, Nor, proud and restless, burn'd to know The knowledge that brings guilt and woe. Often so much I lov'd to trace The secrets of this starry race- has given the names and stations of the seven archangels, who were by the Cabala of the Jews distributed through the planets. 2 According to the cosmogony of the ancient Persians, there were four stars set as sentinels in the four quarters of the heavens, to watch over the other fixed stars, and superintend the planets in their course. The names of these four sentinel stars are, according to the Boundesh, Taschter, for the east; Satevis, for the west; Venand, for the south; and Haftorang, for the north. Asking intently all and each What soul within their radiance dwelt, And wishing their sweet light were speech, That they might tell me all they felt. Nay, oft, so passionate my chase Should 'scape me in the farthest nightSome pilgrim Comet, on his way To visit distant shrines of light, And well remember how I sung Exultingly, when on my sight New worlds of stars, all fresh and young, As if just born of darkness, sprung! Such was my pure ambition then, My sinless transport, night and morn, And that most fair of stars was born My heart, soul, senses turn'd below; Yon wonderful expanse, where glow From their far thrones; in vain these ears That hymn'd around my favourite spheresTo earth, to earth each thought was giv'n, That in this half-lost soul had birth; Like some high mount, whose head's in heav'n, While its whole shadow rests on earth! Nor was it Love, ev'n yet, that thrall'd At all God's works my dazzled sense; With passion, more profound, intense,- Then, too, the ever-restless zeal, The' insatiate curiosity To know how shapes, so fair, must feelTo look, but once, beneath the seal Of so much loveliness, and see What souls belong'd to such bright eyes. Whether, as sun-beams find their way Into the gem that hidden lies, Those looks could inward turn their ray, And make the soul as bright as they : All this impell'd my anxious chase, And still the more I saw and knew I had beheld their First, their EVE, I saw their happiness, so brief, In what the warm heart wishes true; For 'tis my own— that zeal to know, Sad, fatal zeal, so sure of woe; Which, though from heav'n all pure it came, Yet stain'd, misus'd, brought sin and shame On her, on me, on all below! I had seen this; had seen Man, arm'd, His vaunted reason's cold defence, Though by her counsels taught to err, The threshold of that earthly heav'n, Which by her wildering smile he lost So quickly was the wrong forgiv'n!— Had I not heard him, as he prest The frail, fond trembler to a breast Which she had doom'd to sin and strife, Call her-ev'n then-his Life! his Life!' Yes, such the love-taught name, the first, That ruin'd Man to Woman gave, Ev'n in his outcast hour, when curst By her fond witchery, with that worst And earliest boon of love, the grave! 1 Chavah, or, as it is in Arabic, Havah (the name by which Adam called the woman after their transgression), means “Life. |