For Love is wiser than Ambition. Queen and thou, lofty triumvir, fare ye well. And then I heard the sullen waters roar, In the sea-caverns, moved by those fierce jars, From nurses when they hush their charge to sleep, Methought one told me that a child Was that night unto the great Neptune born; And the Leviathan lashed the foaming seas, And the wanton Nereides Came up like phantoms from their coral halls, And laughed and sung like tipsy Bacchanals, Till all the fury of the ocean broke Upon my ear -I trembled and awoke. CROMWELL. SOMEWHAT apart, but undistinguish'd all And zealot half was he, and had become Perchance, but that the dawning light then shone, Those works of fire, whereby the cowled monk -Silent at first At last he slowly rose. He stood as night: gloomy his brow, but touch'd And elevate by fanatic flame, that rose Far from the heart. Like some dark rock, whose rifts Hold nitrous grain, whereon the lightning fires I Have glanced, and left a pale and livid light, So he, some corporal nerve being struck, stood there Glaring, but cold and pitiless.-Even hope (The brightest angel whom the heavens have given To lead and cheer us onwards) shrank aghast From that stern look despairing. It is perhaps a fable: yet the hind Tells it with reverence, and at times I deem Look! Such streams as these did Dian love, and such Naiads of old frequented. Still its face |