Classic and Contemporary Poetry
GEBIR: 4, by WALTER SAVAGE LANDOR Poet Analysis Poet's Biography First Line: The king's lone road, his visit, his return Last Line: "king of the western world, be with you peace." Subject(s): Death; Egypt; Giants; Nymphs; Dead, The | ||||||||
THE king's lone road, his visit, his return, Were not unknown to Dalica, nor long The wondrous tale from royal ears delay'd. When the young queen had heard who taught the rites, Her mind was shaken, and what first she askt Was, whether the sea-maids were very fair, And was it true that even gods were moved By female charms beneath the waves profound, And join'd to them in marriage, and had sons. Who knows but Gebir sprang then from the Gods! He that could pity, he that could obey, Flatter'd both female youth and princely pride, The same ascending from amid the shades Show'd Power in frightful attitude: the queen Marks the surpassing prodigy, and strives To shake off terror in her crowded court, And wonders why she trembles, nor suspects How Fear and Love assume each other's form, By birth and secret compact how allied. Vainly (to conscious virgins I appeal) Vainly with crouching tigers, prowling wolves, Rocks, precipices, waves, storms, thunderbolts, All his immense inheritance, would Fear The simplest heart, should Love refuse, assail: Consent, the maiden's pillowed ear imbibes Constancy, honour, truth, fidelity, Beauty and ardent lips and longing arms; Then fades in glimmering distance half the scene, Then her heart quails and flutters and would fly; 'Tis her beloved! not to her! ye Powers! What doubting maid exacts the vow? behold Above the myrtles his protesting hand! Such ebbs of doubt and swells of jealousy Toss the fond bosom in its hour of sleep And float around the eyelids and sink thro'. Lo! mirror of delight in cloudless days, Lo! thy reflection: 'twas when I exclaim'd, With kisses hurried as if each foresaw Their end, and reckon'd on our broken bonds, And could at such a price such loss endure, "O what to faithful lovers met at morn, What half so pleasant as imparted fears!" Looking recumbent how Love's column rose Marmoreal, trophied round with golden hair, How in the valley of one lip unseen He slumber'd, one his unstrung bow imprest. Sweet wilderness of soul-entangling charms! Led back by Memory, and each blissful maze Retracing, me with magic power detain Those dimpled cheeks, those temples violet-tinged, Those lips of nectar and those eyes of heaven! Charoba, tho' indeed she never drank The liquid pearl, or twined the nodding crown, Or, when she wanted cool and calm repose, Dreamt of the crawling asp and grated tomb, Was wretched up to royalty: the jibe Struck her, most piercing where love pierced before, From those whose freedom centres in their tongue, Handmaidens, pages, courtiers, priests, buffoons. Congratulations here, there prophecies, Here children, not repining at neglect While tumult sweeps them ample room for play; Every-where questions answer'd ere begun, Every-where crowds, for every-where alarm. Thus winter gone, nor spring (tho' near) arriv'd, Urged slanting onward by the bickering breeze That issues from beneath Aurora's car, Shudder the sombrous waves; at every beam More vivid, more by every breath impell'd, Higher and higher up the fretted rocks, Their turbulent refulgence they display. Madness, which like the spiral element The more it seizes on the fiercer burns, Hurried them blindly forward, and involved In flame the senses and in gloom the soul. Determin'd to protect the country's gods, And asking their protection, they adjure Each other to stand forward, and insist With zeal, and trample under foot the slow; And disregardful of the Sympathies Divine, those Sympathies whose delicate hand Touching the very eyeball of the heart, Awakens it, not wounds it nor inflames, Blind wretches! they with desperate embrace Hang on the pillar till the temple fall. Oft the grave judge alarms religious wealth And rouses anger under gentle words. Woe to the wiser few who dare to cry "People! these men are not your enemies, Inquire their errand, and resist when wrong'd." Together childhood, priesthood, womanhood, The scribes and elders of the land, exclaim "Seek they not hidden treasure in the tombs? Raising the ruins, levelling the dust, Who can declare whose ashes they disturb? Build they not fairer cities than our own, Extravagant enormous apertures For light, and portals larger, open courts Where all ascending all are unconfin'd, And wider streets in purer air than ours? Temples quite plain with equal architraves They build, nor bearing gods like ours imbost. O profanation! O our ancestors!" Tho' all the vulgar hate a foreign face, It more offends weak eyes and homely age, Dalica most, who thus her aim pursued. "My promise, O Charoba, I perform. Proclaim to gods and men a festival Throughout the land, and bid the strangers eat! Their anger thus we haply may disarm." "O Dalica," the grateful queen replied, "Nurse of my childhood, soother of my cares, Preventer of my wishes, of my thoughts, O pardon youth, O pardon royalty! If hastily to Dalica I sued, Fear might impell me, never could distrust. Go then, for wisdom guides thee, take my name, Issue what most imports and best beseems, And sovranty shall sanction the decree." And now Charoba was alone, her heart Grew lighter; she sat down, and she arose, She felt voluptuous tenderness, but felt That tenderness for Dalica; she prais'd Her kind attention, warm solicitude, Her wisdom; for what wisdom pleas'd like hers! She was delighted; should she not behold Gebir? she blusht; but she had words to speak, She form'd them and reform'd them, with regret That there was somewhat lost with every change; She could replace them; what would that avail? Moved from their order they have lost their charm. While thus she strew'd her way with softest words, Others grew up before her, but appear'd A plenteous rather than perplexing choice: She rubb'd her palms with pleasure, heav'd a sigh, Grew calm again, and thus her thoughts revolv'd. "But he descended to the tombs! the thought Thrills me, I must avow it, with affright. And wherefore? shows he not the more belov'd Of heav'n? or how ascends he back to-day? Then has he wrong'd me? could he want a cause Who has an army and was bred to reign? And yet no reasons against rights he urged, He threaten'd not, proclaim'd not; I approacht, He hasten'd on; I spake, he listen'd; wept, He pity'd me; he lov'd me, he obey'd; He was a conqueror, still am I a queen." She thus indulged fond fancies, when the sound Of timbrels and of cymbals struck her ear, And horns and howlings of wild jubilee. She fear'd, and listened to confirm her fears; One breath sufficed, and shook her refluent soul. Smiting, with simulated smile constrain'd, Her beauteous bosom, "O perfidious man, O cruel foe!" she twice and thrice exclaim'd, "O my companions, equal-aged! my throne! My people! O how wretched to presage This day! how tenfold wretched to endure!" She ceast, and instantly the palace rang With gratulation roaring into rage; 'Twas her own people. "Health to Gebir! health To our compatriot subjects! to our queen Health and unfaded youth ten thousand years!" Then went the victims forward crown'd with flowers, Crown'd were tame crocodiles, and boys white-robed Guided their creaking crests across the stream. In gilded barges went the female train, And, hearing others ripple near, undrew The veil of sea-green awning: if they found Whom they desired, how pleasant was the breeze! If not, the frightful water forced a sigh. Sweet airs of music ruled the rowing palms, Now rose they glistening and aslant reclined, Now they descended and with one consent Plunging, seem'd swift each other to pursue, And now to tremble wearied o'er the wave. Beyond and in the suburbs might be seen Crowds of all ages: here in triumph past Not without pomp, tho' rais'd with rude device, The monarch and Charoba; there a throng Shone out in sunny whiteness o'er the reeds: Nor could luxuriant youth, or lapsing age Propt by the corner of the nearest street, With aching eyes and tottering knees intent, Loose leathery neck and wormlike lip outstretcht, Fix long the ken upon one form, so swift Thro' the gay vestures fluttering on the bank, And thro' the bright-eyed waters dancing round, Wove they their wanton wiles and disappear'd. Meantime, with pomp august and solemn, borne On four white camels tinkling plates of gold, Heralds before and Ethiop slaves behind, Each with the sign of office in his hand, Each on his brow the sacred stamp of years, The four ambassadors of peace proceed. Rich carpets bear they, corn and generous wine, The Syrian olive's cheerful gift they bear, With stubborn goats that eye the mountain-top Askance, and riot with reluctant horn, And steeds and stately camels in their train. The king, who sat before his tent, descried The dust rise redden'd from the setting sun: Thro' all the plains below the Gadite men Were resting from their labour: some surveyed The spacious site ere yet obstructed; walls Already, soon will roofs have interposed; Some ate their frugal viands on the steps Contented; some, remembering home, prefer The cot's bare rafters o'er the gilded dome, And sing (for often sighs too end in song) "In smiling meads how sweet the brook's repose To the rough ocean and red restless sands! Where are the woodland voices that increast Along the unseen path on festal days, When lay the dry and outcast arbutus On the fane-step, and the first privet-flowers Threw their white light upon the vernal shrine?" Some heedless trip along with hasty step Whistling, and fix too soon on their abodes; Haply and one among them with his spear Measures the lintel, if so great its highth As will receive him with his helm unlower'd. But silence went throughout, e'en thoughts were husht, When to full view of navy and of camp Now first expanded the bare-headed train. Majestic unpresuming, unappall'd, Onward they marcht, and neither to the right Nor to the left, tho' there the city stood, Turn'd they their sober eyes; and now they reacht Within a few steep paces of ascent The lone pavilion of the Iberian king: He saw them, he awaited them, he rose, He hail'd them, "Peace be with you:" they replied "King of the western world, be with you peace." | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A FRIEND KILLED IN THE WAR by ANTHONY HECHT FOR JAMES MERRILL: AN ADIEU by ANTHONY HECHT TARANTULA: OR THE DANCE OF DEATH by ANTHONY HECHT CHAMPS D?ÇÖHONNEUR by ERNEST HEMINGWAY NOTE TO REALITY by TONY HOAGLAND A FIESOLAN IDYL by WALTER SAVAGE LANDOR |
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