Ruler of speech, and through speech, of thought; Of their new mighty leader, Captain Pen, Like the wizard that plagued the ships of Rome, But victories, winged, went forth from his breath. Three thousand miles across the waves1 Did Captain Sword cry, bidding souls be slaves: With a laugh and a blow made his old cheeks burn. Then he called to a wrong-maddened people, and swore2 Their name in the map should never be more: And o'erlooking the nations, not worse were the dread. Then, lo! was a wonder, and sadness to see; But because he looked back, and his heart was cold, Oh throne of the world to the war-dogs tost! He vanished; and thinly there stood in his place Laughed after him loudly that land so fair,5 380 390 400 410 "Flow First knew the might of great Captain Pen. The American War [H. 1849-60]. 386 to end of v. om. 1844. Now muttered of dust laid in blood; and now 'Twas painful to see his extravagant way; 420 VI OF CAPTAIN PEN, AND HOW HE FOUGHT WITH CAPTAIN SWORD Now tidings of Captain Sword and his state 430 And he sent him, but not by sound of drum, But only a letter calm and mild; And Captain Sword he read it, and smiled, And said, half in scorn, and nothing in fear, (Though his wits seemed restored by a danger near, For brave was he ever), Let Captain Pen, 440 Bring at his back a million men, And I'll talk with his wisdom, and not till then.' 'I'll bring at my back a world of men.' Then replied to his messenger Captain Pen, Out laughed the captains of Captain Sword, And wherever he went, he was 'ware of a sound 450 Indestructible souls among men Were the souls of the line of Captain Pen ; Sages, patriots, martyrs mild, Going to the stake, as child Goeth with his prayer to bed; Dungeon-beams, from quenchless head; Poets, making earth aware Of its wealth in good and fair; 460 And the benders to their intent, Of metal and of element; Of flame the enlightener, beauteous, And steam, that bursteth his iron house; And adamantine giants blind, That, without master, have no mind. Heir to these, and all their store, Was Pen, the power unknown of yore; And each worked for him by day and by night, 470 In wealth and wondrous means he grew, And out of the witchcraft of their skill, (Sword little knew what was leaving him then) 480 A creature he called to wait on his will- Ears giddy with custom that sound might not hear, As the sound of all gatherings from pole to pole, Like the roll of the wheels of the coming of time;- Sharpening, and solemn and terrible words, And laughter as solemn, and thunderous drumming, And then was a lull, and soft voices sweet Which rising on wings, lo! the earth went round To the burn of their speed with a golden sound; 490 500 And when Captain Sword got up next morn, For not an anger nor pride would it show, In the level dawn, and calm brotherly good; 'But how! what now?' cried Captain Sword; 510 520 Ah no!' cried they ; But the game's' at an end; the wise' won't play.' 530 'The same, though another; 'Enemies! Whence should they come, O last mighty rhet'ric to charm us to war! 'Still I can govern,' said Captain Sword; To do, for their conq'rors, the least could be done. To do with the cause he had wronged, and the glory? 519 good before lord's 1849-60. 521 still before the 1844. after past 1849-60 have O brothers 545 their conq'rors] the people 1844. 540 No! Captain Sword a sword was still, 'Twas only for many-souled Captain Pen ABOU BEN ADHEM 550 [Written in (perhaps for) Mrs. S. C. Hall's album. First printed in S. C. Hall's Book of Gems, vol. iii, 1838. Reprinted 1840 (D. L. Richardson's Selections from the British Poets, Calcutta), 1844-60.] ABOU BEN ADHEM (may his tribe increase!) An angel writing in a book of gold : -- Exceeding peace had made Ben Adhem bold, And to the presence in the room he said, 'What writest thou?'-The vision raised its head, But cheerly still; and said, 'I pray thee then, The angel wrote, and vanished. The next night It came again with a great wakening light, And showed the names whom love of God had blessed, 10 JAFFAR [First published in The New Monthly Magazine, February 1850; reprinted 1855-60.] INSCRIBED TO THE MEMORY OF SHELLEY SHELLEY, take this to thy dear memory ;- Jaffàr, the Barmecide, the good Vizier, The poor man's hope, the friend without a peer, And guilty Hàroun, sullen with mistrust Title. Abou ben Adhem and the Angel 1844. For the extract from D'Herbelot given in 1844 see notes at end of book. |