Theatre: Lord Byron - Heaven and Earth - Part 3 - Scene IlI - Closet Drama - Links

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            SCENE III.

[The mountains. -- A cavern, and the rocks of Caucasus.]

/Japh. (solus.)/  Ye wilds, that look eternal! and thou cave,
Which seem'st unfathomable! and ye mountains,
So varied and so terrible in beauty!
Here, in your rugged majesty of rocks,
And toppling trees that twine their roots with stone
In perpendicular places, where the foot
Of man would tremble, could he reach them -- yes,
Ye look eternal!  Yet, in a few days,
Perhaps even hours, ye will be changed, rent, hurl'd
Before the mass of waters; and yon cave,
Which seems to lead into a lower world,
Shall have its depth search'd by the sweeping wave,
And dolphins gambol in the lion's den:
And man -- Oh, men! my fellow-beings! who
Shall weep above your universal grave,
Save I?  Who shall be left to weep? -- My kinsmen,
Alas! what am I better than ye are,
That I must live beyond ye?  Where shall be
The pleasant places where I thought of Anah
While I had hope; or the more savage haunts,
Scarce less beloved, where I despair'd for her!
And can it be! -- Shall yon exulting peak,
Whose glittering top is like a distant star,
Lie low beneath the boiling of the deep?
No more to have the morning sun break forth,
And scatter back the mists in floating folds
From its tremendous brow? no more to have
Day's broad orb drop behind its head at even,
Leaving it with a crown of many hues?
No more to be the beacon of the world,
For angels to alight on, as the spot
Nearest the stars?  And can those words /"no more"/
Be meant for thee, for all things, save for us,
And the predestined creeping things reserved
By my sire to Jehovah's bidding?  May
/He/ preserve /them,/ and /I not/ have the power
To snatch the loveliest of earth's daughters from
A doom which even some serpent, with his mate,
Shall 'scape, to save his kind to be prolong'd,
To hiss and sting through some emerging world,
Reeking and dank from out the slime, whose ooze
Shall slumber o'er the wreck of this until
The salt morass subside into a sphere
Beneath the sun, and be the monument,
The sole and undistinguish'd sepulchre,
Of yet quick myriads of all life?  How much
Breath will be still'd at once!  All-beauteous world!
So young, so mark'd out for destruction, I
With a cleft heart look on thee day by day,
And night by night, thy number'd days and nights:
I cannot save thee, cannot save even her
Whose love had made me love thee more; but as
A portion of thy dust, I cannot think
Upon thy coming doom without a feeling
Such as -- O God! and canst Thou --- [He pauses.]

 [A rushing sound from the cavern is heard, and
  shouts of laughter -- afterwards a Spirit passes.]

/Japh./                               In the name
Of the Most High, what art though?

/Spirit (laughs)./                 Ha! ha! ha!

/Japh./  By all that earth holds holiest, speak!

/Spirit (laughs)./                               Ha! ha!

/Japh./  By the approaching deluge! by the earth
Which will be strangled by the ocean! by
The deep which will lay open all her fountains!
The heaven which will convert her clouds to seas,
And the Omnipotent who makes and crushes!
Thou unknown, terrible, and indistinct,
Yet awful Thing of Shadows, speak to me!
Why dost thou laugh that horrid laugh?

/Spirit./                              Why weep'st thou?

/Japh./  For earth and all her children.

/Spirit./                                Ha! ha! ha!
                              [Spirit vanishes.]

/Japh./  How the fiend mocks the tortures of a world,
The coming desolation of an orb,
On which the sun shall rise and warm no life!
How the earth sleeps! and all that in it is
Sleep too upon the very eve of death!
Why should they wake to meet it? -- What is here,
Which look like death in life, and speak like things
Born ere this dying world?  They come like clouds!
              [Various Spirits pass from the cavern.]

/Spirit./     Rejoice!
           The abhorred race
 Which could not keep in Eden their high place,
     But listen'd to the voice
   Of knowledge without power,
       Are nigh the hour
           Of death!
Not slow, not single, not by sword, nor sorrow,
 Nor years, nor heart-break, nor time's sapping motion,
Shall they drop off.  Behold their last to-morrow!
        Earth shall be ocean!
            And no breath,
Save of the winds, be on the unbounded wave!
 Angels shall tire their wings, but find no spot:
Not even a rock from out the liquid grave
    Shall lift its point to save,
Or shew the place where strong Despair hath died,
After long looking o'er the ocean wide
 For the expected ebb which cometh not:
          All shall be void,
 Another element shall be the lord
     Of life, and the abhorr'd
Children of dust be quench'd; and of each hue
Of earth nought left but the unbroken blue;
 And of the variegated mountain
      Shall nought remain
   Unchanged, or of the level plain;
   Cedar and pine shall lift their tops in vain:
 All merged within the universal fountain,
   Man, earth, and fire, shall die,
         And sea and sky
 Look vast and lifeless in the eternal eye.
         Upon the foam
     Who shall erect a home?

/Japh. (coming forward.)/  My sire!
      Earth's seed shall not expire;
    Only the evil shall be put away
            From day.
  Avaunt! ye exulting demons of the waste!
     Who howl your hideous joy
When God destroys whom you dare not destroy;
         Hence! haste!
    Back to your inner caves!
    Until the waves
 Shall search you in your secret place,
   And drive your sullen race
 Forth, to be roll'd upon the tossing winds
   In restless wretchedness along all space!

/Spirit./      Son of the saved!
         When thou and thine have braved
           The wide and warring element;
     When the great barrier of the deep is rent,
 Shall thou and thine be good or happy? -- No;
 Thy new world and new race shall be of woe --
   Less goodly in their aspect, in their years
     Less than the glorious giants, who
     Yet walk the world in pride,
 The Sons of Heaven by many a mortal bride.
   Thine shall be nothing of the past, save tears,
          And art thou not ashamed
             Thus to survive,
          And eat, and drink, and wive?
With a base heart so far subdued and tamed
As even to hear this wide destruction named,
Without such grief and courage, as should rather
  Bid thee await the world-dissolving wave,
Than seek a shelter with thy favour'd father,
 And build thy city o'er the drown'd earth's grave?
       Who would outlive their kind,
       Except the base and blind?
             Hateth thine,
   As of a different order in the sphere,
             But not our own.
 There is not one who hath not left a throne
   Vacant in heaven, to dwell in darkness here,
 Rather than see his mates endure alone.
             Go, wretch! and give
 A life like thine to other wretches -- live!
   And when the annihilating waters roar
            Above what they have done,
   Envy the Giant Patriarchs then no more,
     And scorn thy sire as the surviving one!
            Thyself for being his son!

   [Chorus of Spirits issuing from the cavern.]

      No more the human voice
      Shall vex our joys in middle air
            With prayer;
          No more
          Shall they adore;
    And we, who ne'er for ages have adored
          The prayer-exacting Lord,
    To whom the omission of a sacrifice
             Is vice; --
 We, we shall view the deep's salt sources pour'd
 Until one element shall do the work
       Of all in chaos; until they,
       The creatures proud of their poor clay,
 Shall perish, and their bleached bones shall lurk
 In caves, in dens, in clefts of mountains, where
 The deep shall follow to their latest lair;
     Where even the brutes, in their despair,
 Shall cease to prey on man and on each other,
   And the striped tiger shall lie down to die
 Beside the lamb, as though he were his brother;
     Till all things shall be as they were,
   Silent and uncreated, save the sky;
            While a brief truce
     Is mad with Death, who shall forbear
   The little remnant of the past creation,
     To generate new nations for his use;
   This remnant, floating o'er the undulation
     Of the subduing deluge, from its slime,
   When the hot sun hath baked the reeking soil
     Into a world, shall give again to Time
     New beings -- years -- diseases -- sorrow -- crime --
   With all companionship of hate and toil,
                 Until ----

/Japh. (interrupting them.)/ The Eternal Will
      Shall deign to expound this dream
      Of good and evil; and redeem
      Unto Himself all times, all things;
      And, gather'd under His almighty wings,
             Abolish hell!
        And to the expiated Earth
        Restore the beauty of her birth,
      Her Eden, in an endless paradise,
    Where man no more can fall as once he fell.
    And even the very demons shall do well!

/Spirits./  And when shall take effect this wondrous spell? --

/Japh./  When the Redeemer cometh; first in pain,
           And then in glory.

/Spirit./  Meantime still struggle in the mortal chain --
           Till earth wax hoary;
War with yourselves, and hell, and heaven, in vain --
           Until the clouds look gory
With the blood reeking from each battle-plain;
New times, new climes, new arts, new men: but still
The same old tears, old crimes, and oldest ill,
Shall be amongst your race in different forms;
           But the same moral storms
Shall oversweep the future, as the waves
In a few hours the glorious giants' graves. [2]

/Chorus of Spirits./
           Brethren, rejoice!
           Mortal, farewell!
 Hark! hark! already we can hear the voice
      Of growing ocean's gloomy swell;
   The winds, too, plume their piercing wings;
   The clouds have nearly fill'd their springs;
 The fountains of the great deep shall be broken,
   And heaven set wide her windows; [3] while mankind
 View, unacknowledged, each tremendous token --
   Still, as they were from the beginning, blind.
     We hear the sound they cannot hear,
     The mustering thunders of the threatening sphere;
       Yet a few hours their coming is delay'd;
 Their flashing banners, folded still on high,
            Yet undisplay'd,
 Save to the Spirit's all-pervading eye.
            Howl, howl, O Earth!
 Thy death is nearer than thy recent birth:
 Tremble, ye mountains soon to shrink below
            The ocean's overflow!
 The wave shall break upon your cliffs; and shells,
   The little shells, of ocean's least things be
 Deposed where now the eagle's offspring dwells --
   How shall he shriek o'er the remorseless sea!
 And call his nestlings up with fruitless yell,
 Unanswer'd, save by the encroaching swell; --
 While man shall long in vain for his broad wings,
   The wings which could not save: --
 Where could he rest them, while the whole space brings
   Nought to his eye beyond the deep, his grave?
        Brethren, rejoice!
 And loudly lift each superhuman voice --
           All die,
 Save the slight remnant of Seth's seed --
         The seed of Seth,
 Exempt for future Sorrow's sake from death.
        But of the sons of Cain
          None shall remain;
     And all his goodly daughters
 Must lie beneath the desolating waters --
 Or, floating upward, with their long hair laid
 Along the wave, the cruel Heaven upbraid,
         Which would not spare
       Beings even in death so fair.
           It is decreed,
              All die!
   And to the universal human cry
   The universal silence shall succeed!
           Fly, brethren, fly!
           But still rejoice!
              We fell!
              They fall!
           So perish all
These petty foes of heaven who shrink from hell!
              [The Spirits disappear, soaring upwards.]

/Japh. (solus.)/  God hath proclaim'd the destiny of earth;
My father's ark of safety hath announced it;
The very demons shriek it from their caves;
The scroll of Enoch prophesied it long [4]
In silent books, which, in their silence, say
More to the mind than thunder to the ear:
And yet men listen'd not, nor listen; but
Walk darkling to their doom; which, though so nigh
Shakes them no more in their dim disbelief
Than their last cries shall shake the Almighty purpose,
Or deaf obedient Ocean, which fulfils it.
No sign yet hangs its banner in the air;
The clouds are few, and of their wonted texture;
The sun will rise upon the earth's last day
As on the fourth day of creation, when
God said unto him "Shine!" and he broke forth
Into the dawn, which lighted not the yet
Unform'd forefather of mankind -- but roused
Before the human orison the earlier
Made and far sweeter voices of the birds,
Which in the open firmament of heaven
Have wings like angels, and like them salute
Heaven first each day before the Adamites!
Their matins now draw nigh -- the east is kindling,
And they will sing! and day will break! both near,
So near, the awful close!  For these must drop
Their outworn pinions on the deep, and day,
After the bright course of a few brief morrows --
Ay, day will rise -- but upon what? a chaos,
Which was ere day; and which, renew'd, makes time
Nothing! for, without life, what are the hours?
No more to dust than is eternity
Unto Jehovah, who created both.
Without Him, even eternity would be
A void: without man, time, as made for man,
Dies with man, and is swallow'd in that deep
Which has no fountain; as his race will be
Devour'd by that which drowns his infant world. --
What have we here?  Shapes of both earth and air?
No -- /all/ of heaven, they are so beautiful.
I cannot trace their features; but their forms,
How lovelily they move along the side
Of the gray mountain, scattering its mist!
And after the swart savage spirits, whose
Infernal immortality pour'd forth
Their impious hymn of triumph, they shall be
Welcome as Eden.  It may be, they come
To tell me the reprieve of our young world,
For which I have so often pray'd -- They come!
Anah! O God! and with her ----


/Anah./                        Japhet!

/Sam./                                 Lo!
A son of Adam!

/Aza./         What doth the earth-born here,
While all his race are slumbering?

/Japh./                            Angel! what
Dost thou on earth when thou shouldst be on high?

/Aza./  Know'st thou not, or forgett'st thou, that a part
Of our great function is to guard thine earth?

/Japh./  But all good angels have forsaken earth,
Which is condemn'd; nay, even the evil fly
The approaching chaos.  Anah! Anah! my
In vain, and long, and still to be beloved!
Why walk'st thou with this spirit, in those hours
When no good spirit longer lights below?

/Anah./  Japhet, I cannot answer thee; yet, yet
Forgive me --

/Japh./        May the Heaven, which soon no more
Will pardon, do so! for thou art greatly tempted.

/Aho./  Back to thy tents, insulting son of Noah!
We know thee not.

/Japh./           The hour may come when thou
May'st know me better: and thy sister know
Me still the same which I have ever been.

/Sam./  Son of the Patriarch, who hath ever been
Upright before his God, whate'er thy griefs,
And thy words seem of sorrow, mix'd with wrath,
How have Azaziel, or myself, brought on thee

/Japh./  Wrong! the greatest of all wrongs; but thou
Say'st well, though she be dust, I did not, could not,
Deserve her.  Farewell, Anah!  I have said
That word so often! but now say it, ne'er
To be repeated!  Angel! or whate'er
Thou art, or must be soon, hast thou the power
To save this beautiful -- /these/ beautiful
Children of Cain?

/Aza./           From what?

/Japh./                     And is it so,
That ye too know not?  Angels! angels! ye
Have shared man's sin, and, it may be, now must
Partake his punishment; or, at the least,
My sorrow.

/Sam./     Sorrow! I ne'er thought till now
To hear an Adamite speak riddles to me.

/Japh./  And hath not the Most High expounded them!
Then ye are lost, as they are lost.

/Aho./                              So be it!
If they love as they are loved, they will not shrink
More to be mortal, than I would to dare
An immortality of agonies
With Samiasa!

/Anah./       Sister! sister! speak not

/Aza./  Fearest thou, my Anah?

/Anah./                        Yes, for thee:
I would resign the greater remnant of
This little life of mine, before one hour
Of thine eternity should know a pang.

/Japh./  It is for /him,/ then! for the Seraph thou
Hast left me!  That is nothing, if thou hast not
Left thy God too! for unions like to these,
Between a mortal and an immortal, cannot
Be happy or be hallow'd.  We are sent
Upon the earth to toil and die; and they
Are made to minister on high unto
The Highest; but if he can /save/ thee, soon
The hour will come in which celestial aid
Alone can do so.

/Anah./           Ah! he speaks of death.

/Sam./  Of death to /us!/ and those who are with us!
But that the man seems full of sorrow, I
Could smile.

/Japh./  I grieve not for myself, nor fear;
I am safe, not for my own deserts, but those
Of a well-doing sire, who hath been found
Righteous enough to save his children.  Would
His power was greater of redemption! or
That by exchanging my own life for hers,
Who could alone have made mine happy, she,
The last and loveliest of Cain's race, could share
The ark which shall receive a remnant of
The seed of Seth!

/Aho./           And dost thou think that we,
With Cain's, the eldest-born of Adam's, blood
Warm in our veins -- strong Cain! who was begotten
In Paradise -- would mingle with Seth's children?
Seth, the last offspring of old Adam's dotage?
No, not to save all earth, were earth in peril!
Our race hath always dwelt apart from thine
From the beginning, and shall do so ever.

/Japh./  I did not speak to thee, Aholibamah!
Too much of the forefather whom thou vauntest
Has come down in that haughty blood which springs
From him who shed the first, and that a brother's!
But thou, my Anah! -- let me call thee mine,
Albeit thou art not; 'tis a word I cannot
Part with, although I must from thee.  My Anah!
Thou who dost rather make me dream that Abel
Had left a daughter, whose pure pious race
Survived in thee, so much unlike thou art
The rest of the stern Cainites, save in beauty,
For all of them are fairest in their favour --

/Aho. (interrupting him.)/
And wouldst thou have her like our father's foe
In mind, in soul?  If /I/ partook thy thought,
And dream'd that aught of /Abel/ was in /her!/ --
Get thee hence, son of Noah; thou makest strife.

/Japh./  Offspring of Cain, thy father did so!

/Aho./                                         But
He slew not Seth: and what hast thou to do
With other deeds between his God and him?

/Japh./  Thou speakest well: his God hath judged him, and
I had not named his deed, but that thyself
Didst seem to glory in him, nor to shrink
From what he had done.

/Aho./                 He was our father's father;
The eldest born of man, the strongest, bravest,
And most enduring: -- Shall I blush for him,
From whom we had our being?  Look upon
Our race; behold their stature and their beauty,
Their courage, strength, and length of days --

/Japh./                              They are number'd.

/Aho./  Be it so! but while yet their hours endure,
I glory in my brethren and our fathers!

/Japh./  My sire and race but glory in their God,
Anah! and thou? --

/Anah./            Whate'er our God decrees,
The God of Seth as Cain, I must obey,
And will endeavour patiently to obey.
But could I dare to pray in this dread hour
Of universal vengeance (if such should be),
It would not be to live, alone exempt
Of all my house.  My sister! oh my sister!
What were the world, or other worlds, or all
The brightest future, without the sweet past --
Thy love -- my father's -- all the life, and all
The things which sprang up with me, like the stars
Making my dim existence radiant with
Soft lights which were not mine?  Aholibamah!
Oh! if there should be mercy -- seek it, find it:
I abhor death, because that thou must die.

/Aho./  What! hath this dreamer, with his father's ark,
The bugbear he hath built to scare the world,
Shaken /my/ sister?  Are /we/ not the loved
Of seraphs? and if we were not, must we
Cling to a son of Noah for our lives?
Rather than thus -- But the enthusiast dreams
The worst of dreams, the fantasies engender'd
By hopeless love and heated vigils.  Who
Shall shake these solid mountains, this firm earth,
And bid those clouds and waters take a shape
Distinct from that which we and all our sires
Have seen them wear on their eternal way?
Who shall do this?

/Japh./           He whose one word produced them.

/Aho./  Who /heard/ that word?

/Japh./                        The universe, which leap'd
To life before it.  Ah! smil'st thou still in scorn?
Turn to thy seraphs: if they attest it not,
They are none.

/Sam./         Aholibamah, own thy God!

/Aho./  I have ever hail'd our Maker, Samiasa,
As thine, and mine; a God of love, not sorrow.

/Japh./  Alas! what else is love but sorrow?  Even
He who made earth in love, had soon to grieve
Above its first and best inhabitants.

/Aho./  'Tis said so.

/Japh./               It is even so.

        [Enter NOAH and SHEM.]

/Noah./                         Japhet! what
Dost thou here with these children of the wicked?
Dread'st thou not to partake their coming doom?

/Japh./  Father, it cannot be a sin to seek
To save an earth-born being; and behold,
These are not of the sinful, since they have
The fellowship of angels.

/Noah./                   These are they, then,
Who leave the throne of God, to take them wives
From out the race of Cain; the sons of heaven,
Who seek earth's daughters for their beauty?

/Aza./                                       Patriarch!
Thou hast said it.

/Noah./            Woe, woe, woe to such communion!
Has not God made a barrier between earth
And heaven, and limited each, kind to kind?

/Sam./  Was not man made in high Jehovah's image?
Did God not love what He had made?  And what
Do we but imitate and emulate
His love unto created love?

/Noah./                    I am
But man, and was not made to judge mankind,
Far less the sons of God; but as our God
Has deign'd to commune with me, and reveal
/His/ judgements, I reply, that the descent
Of seraphs from their everlasting seat
Unto a perishable and perishing,
Even on the very /eve/ of /perishing/, world,
Cannot be good.

/Aza./          What! though it were to save?

/Noah./  Not ye in all your glory can redeem
What He who made you glorious hath condemn'd.
Were your immortal mission safety, 'twould
Be general, not for two, though beautiful:
And beautiful they are, but not the less

/Japh./    Oh, father! say it not.

/Noah./                            Son! son!
If that thou wouldst avoid their doom, forget
That they exist: they soon shall cease to be;
While thou shalt be the sire of a new world,
And better.

/Japh./     Let me die with /this,/ and /them!/

/Noah./  Thou /shouldst/ for such a thought, but shalt not; He
Who /can,/ redeems thee.

/Sam./                   And why him and thee,
More than what he, thy son, prefers to both?

/Noah./  Ask Him who made thee greater than myself
And mine, but not less subject to His own
Almightiness.  And lo!  His mildest and
Least to be tempted messenger appears!

   [Enter RAPHAEL the Archangel.]

/Raph./        Spirits!
   Whose seat is near the throne,
         What do ye here?
   Is thus a seraph's duty to be shown,
         Now that the hour is near
   When earth must be alone?
         Adore and burn
 In glorious homage with the elected "seven,"
      Your place is heaven.

/Sam./        Raphael!
The first and fairest of the sons of God,
      How long hath this been law,
That earth by angels must be left untrod?
      Earth! which oft saw
Jehovah's footsteps not disdain her sod!
 The world He loved, and made
 For love; and oft have we obey'd
His frequent mission with delighted pinions:
   Adoring Him in His least works display'd;
Watching this youngest star of His dominions;
   And as the latest birth of His great word,
   Eager to keep it worthy of our Lord
         Why is thy brow severe?
And wherefore speak'st thou of destruction near?

/Raph./  Had Samiasa and Azaziel been
In their true place, with the angelic choir,
            Written in fire
          They would have seen
          Jehovah's late decree,
 And not inquired their Maker's breath of me:
           But ignorance must ever be
              A part of sin;
And even the spirits' knowledge shall grow less
            As they wax proud within:
For Blindness is the first-born of Excess.
  When all good angels left the world, ye stay'd,
Stung with strange passions, and debased
  By mortal feelings for a mortal maid:
But ye are pardon'd thus far, and replaced
With your pure equals.  Hence! away! away!
                 Or stay,
    And lose eternity by that delay!

/Aza./  And thou! if earth be thus forbidden
             In the decree
 To us until this moment hidden,
         Dost thou not err, as we,
             In being here?

/Raph./  I came to call ye back to your fit sphere,
  In the great name and at the word of God.
Dear, dearest in the themselves, and scarce less dear
  That which I came to do: till now we trod
Together the eternal space, together
  Let us still walk the stars.  True, earth must die!
Her race, return'd into her womb, must wither,
  And much which she inherits: but oh! why
Cannot this earth be made, or be destroy'd,
Without involving ever some vast void
In the immortal ranks? immortal still
  In their immeasurable forfeiture.
Our brother Satan fell; his burning will
  Rather than longer worship dared endure!
    But ye who still are pure!
Seraphs! less mighty than that mightiest one,
   Think how he was undone!
And think if tempting man can compensate
   For heaven desired too late?
          Long have I warr'd,
          Long must I war,
   With him who deem'd it hard
   To be created, and to acknowledge Him
   Who 'midst the cherubim
Made him as suns to a dependent star,
Leaving the archangels at His right hand dim.
 I loved him -- beautiful he was; O heaven!
Save /His/ who made, what beauty and what power
Was ever like to Satan's!  Would the hour
  In which he fell could ever be forgiven!
The wish is impious: but, oh ye!
Yet undestroy'd, be warn'd!  Eternity
  With him, or with his God, is in your choice!
He hath not tempted you, he cannot tempt
The angels from his further snares exempt:
  But man hath listen'd to his voice,
And ye to woman's -- beautiful she is,
The serpent's voice less subtle than her kiss.
The snake but vanquish'd dust: but she will draw
A second host from heaven, to break heaven's law.
            Yet, yet, oh fly:
            Ye cannot die;
            But they
            Shall pass away,
While ye shall fill with shrieks the upper sky
         For perishable clay,
Whose memory in your immortality
  Shall long outlast the sun which gave them day.
Think how your essence differeth from theirs
In all but suffering!  Why partake
The agony to which they must be heirs --
Born to be plough'd with years, and sown with cares,
And reap'd by Death, lord of the human soil?
Even had their days been left to toil their path
Through time to dust, unshorten'd by God's wrath,
Still they are Evil's prey and Sorrow's spoil.

/Aho./         Let them fly!
I hear the voice which says that all must die,
Sooner than our white-bearded patriarchs died;
            And that on high
          An ocean is prepared,
            While from below
The deep shall rise to meet heaven's overflow.
          Few shall be spared,
It seems; and of that few, the race of Cain
Must lift their eyes to Adam's God in vain.
          Sister! since it is so,
        And the eternal Lord
        In vain would be implored
    For the remission of one hour of woe,
 Let us resign even what we have adored,
And meet the wave, as we would meet the sword,
   If not unmoved, yet undismay'd,
And wailing less for us than those who shall
Survive in mortal or immortal thrall,
   And, when the fatal waters are allay'd,
Weep for the myriads who can weep no more.
Fly, Seraphs! to your own eternal shore,
Where winds nor howl nor waters roar.
       Our portion is to die,
     And yours to live for ever:
   But which is best, a dead eternity,
Or living, is but known to the great Giver.
       Obey Him, as we shall obey;
   I would not keep this life of mine of clay
       An hour beyond His will;
Nor see ye lose a portion of His grace,
For all the mercy which Seth's race
            Find still.
 And as your pinions bear ye back to heaven,
Think that my love still mounts with thee on high,
And if I look up with a tearless eye,
'Tis that an angel's bride disdains to weep --
Farewell!  Now rise, inexorable Deep!

/Anah./     And must we die?
         And must I lose thee too,
         Oh, my heart! my heart!
           Thy prophecies were true,
         And yet thou wert so happy too!
The blow, though not unlook'd for, falls as new:
            But yet depart!
              Ah! why?
   Yet let me not retain thee -- fly!
My pangs can be but brief; but thine would be
Eternal, if repulsed from heaven for me.
   Too much already hast thou deign'd
       To one of Adam's race!
Our doom is sorrow; not to us alone,
But to the spirits who have not disdain'd
To love us, cometh anguish with disgrace.
The first who taught us knowledge hath been hurl'd
 From his once archangelic throne
 Into some unknown world:
       And thou, Azaziel!  No --
       Thou shalt not suffer woe
For me.  Away!  nor weep!
 Thou canst not weep; but yet
 May'st suffer more, not weeping: then forget
Her, whom the surges of the all-strangling Deep
 Can bring no pang like this.  Fly! fly!
Being gone, 'twill be less difficult to die.

/Japh./  Oh, say not so!
Father! and thou, archangel, thou!
Surely celestial Mercy lurks below
That pure severe serenity of brow;
Let them not meet this sea without a shore,
Save in our ark, or let me be no more!

/Noah./  Peace, child of passion, peace!
If not within thy heart, yet with thy tongue
           Do God no wrong!
Live as He wills it -- die when He ordains,
A righteous death, unlike the seed of Cain's.
  Cease or be sorrowful in silence; cease
To weary Heaven's ear with thy selfish plaint.
  Wouldst thou have God commit a sin for thee?
            Such would it be
          To alter his intent
For a mere mortal sorrow.  Be a man!
And bear what Adam's race must bear, and can.

/Japh./  Ay, father! but when they are gone,
           And we are all alone,
Floating upon the azure desert, and
The depth beneath us hides our own dear land,
  And dearer, silent friends and brethren, all
  Buried in its immeasurable breast,
Who, who, our tears, our shrieks, shall then command?
  Can we in desolation's peace have rest?
    O God! be Thou a God, and spare
         Yet while 'tis time!
       Renew not Adam's fall:
   Mankind were then but twain,
But they are numerous now as are the waves
       And the tremendous rain,
Whose drops shall be less thick than would their graves,
    Were graves permitted to the seed of Cain.

/Noah./  Silence, vain boy! each word of thine's a crime!
Angel! forgive this stripling's fond despair.

/Raph./  Seraphs! these mortals speak in passion: ye,
Who are, or should be, passionless and pure,
May now return with me.

/Sam./                  It may not be.
We have chosen, and will endure.

/Raph./                          Say'st thou?

/Aza./  He hath said it, and I say, Amen!

/Raph./                                   Again!
        Then from this hour,
        Shorn as ye are of all celestial power,
        And aliens from your God,

/Japh./            Alas! where shall they dwell?
Hark, hark!  Deep sounds, and deeper still,
  Are howling from the mountain's bosom:
There's not a breath of wind upon the hill,
  Yet quivers as if beneath a heavy load.

/Noah./  Hark, hark! the sea-birds cry!
In clouds they overspread the lurid sky,
And hover round the mountain, where before
Never a white wing, wetted by the wave
        Yet dared to soar.
Even when the waters wax'd too fierce to brave.
  Soon it shall be their only shore,
        And then, no more!

/Japh./      The sun! the sun!
He riseth, but his better light is gone,
     And a black circle, bound
     His glaring disk around,
Proclaims Earth's last of summer days hath shone!
   The clouds return into the hues of night,
Save where their brazen-coloured edges streak
The verge where brighter morns were wont to break.

/Noah./  And lo! yon flash of light,
The distant thunder's harbinger, appears!
     It cometh! hence, away!
Leave to the elements their evil prey!
Hence to where our all-hallowed ark uprears
     Its safe and wreckless sides.

/Japh./  Oh, father, stay!
Leave not my Anah to the swallowing tides!

/Noah./  Must we not leave all life to such?  Begone!

/Japh./             Not I.

/Noah./                    Then die
        With them!
How darest thou look on that prophetic sky,
And seek to save what all things now condemn,
        In overwhelming unison
        With just Jehovah's wrath?

/Japh./  Can rage and justice join in the same path?

/Noah./  Blasphemer! darest thou murmur even now?

/Raph./  Patriarch, be still a father! smooth thy brow:
Thy son, despite his folly, shall not sink:
He knows not what he says, yet shall not drink
 With sobs the salt foam of the swelling waters;
But be, when Passion passeth, good as thou,
 Nor perish, like Heaven's children with Man's daughters.

/Aho./  The tempest cometh; Heaven and Earth unite
     For the annihilation of all life.
     Unequal is the strife
Between our strength and the Eternal Might!

/Sam./  But ours is with thee: we will bear ye far
     To some untroubled star,
Where thou and Anah shall partake our lot:
  And if thou dost not weep for thy lost earth,
Our forfeit heaven shall also be forgot.

/Anah./  Oh! my dear father's tents, my place of birth!
And mountains, land, and woods! when ye are not,
Who shall dry up my tears?

/Aza./                     Thy Spirit-lord.
Fear not; though we are shut from heaven,
Yet much is ours, whence we can not be driven.

/Raph./  Rebel! thy words are wicked as thy deeds
Shall henceforth be but weak: the flaming sword,
Which chased the first-born out of Paradise,
Still flashes in the angelic hands.

/Aza./  It cannot slay us: threaten dust with death,
And talk of weapons unto that which bleeds!
What are thy swords in our immortal eyes?

/Raph./  The moment cometh to approve thy strength;
        And learn at length
How vain to war with what thy God commands.
Thy former force was in thy faith.

  [Enter MORTALS, flying for refuge.]
       [Chorus of MORTALS.]
The heavens and earth are mingling -- God! O God!
What have we done?  Yet spare!
Hark! even the forest beasts howl forth their prayer!
   The dragon crawls from out his den,
   To herd, in terror, innocent with men!
And the birds scream their agony through air.
Yet, yet, Jehovah! yet withdraw Thy rod
Of wrath, and pity thine own world's despair!
Hear not Man only but all Nature plead!

/Raph./  Farewell, thou earth!  Ye wretched sons of clay,
I cannot, must not, aid you.  'Tis decreed!
                            [Exit RAPHAEL.]

/Japh./  Some clouds sweep on as vultures for their prey,
While others, fix'd as rocks, await the word
At which their wrathful vials shall be pour'd.
No azure more shall robe the firmament,
Nor spangled stars be glorious: Death has risen:
In the Sun's place, a pale and ghastly glare
Hath wound itself around the dying air.

/Aza./  Come, Anah! quit this chaos-founded prison,
To which the elements again repair,
To turn it to what it was: beneath
The shelter of these wings thou shalt be safe,
As was the eagle's nestling once within
Its mother's. -- Let the coming chaos chafe
With all its elements! heed not their din!
A brighter world than this, where thou shalt breathe
Ethereal life, will we explore:
These darken'd clouds are not the only skies.
   [AZAZIEL and SAMIASA fly off, and
   disappear with ANAH and AHOLIBAMAH.]

/Japh./  They are gone!  They have disappear'd amidst the roar
Of the forsaken world; and never more,
Whether they live, or die with all earth's life,
Now near its last, can aught restore
Anah unto these eyes.

            [Chorus of MORTALS.]
Oh, son of Noah! mercy on thy kind!
What, wilt thou leave us all -- all -- /all/ behind?
While safe amidst the elemental strife,
Thou sitt'st within thy guarded ark?

/A Mother (offering her infant to JAPHET)./
   Oh, let this child embark!
   I brought him forth in woe,
         But thought it joy
   To see him to my bosom clinging so.
         Why was he born?
         What hath he done --
         My unwean'd son --
 To move Jehovah's wrath or scorn?
What is there in this milk of mine, that Death
Should stir all heaven and earth up to destroy
              My boy,
And roll the waters o'er his placid breath?
Save him, thou seed of Seth!
Or cursed be -- with Him who made
Thee and thy race, for which we are betray'd!

/Japh./  Peace! 'tis no hour for curses, but for prayer!

         [Chorus of MORTALS.]
            For prayer! ! !
            And where
        Shall prayer ascend
When the swoln clouds unto the mountains bend
            And burst,
And gushing oceans every barrier rend,
 Until the very deserts know no thirst?
Be He who made thee and thy sire!
We deem our curses vain; we must expire;
   But as we know the worst,
Why should our hymn be raised, our knees be bent
Before the implacable Omnipotent,
Since we must fall the same?
If He hath made earth, let it be His shame
To make a world for torture. -- Lo! they come,
  The loathsome waters, in their rage!
And with their roar make wholesome Nature dumb!
  The forest's trees (coeval with the hour
When Paradise upsprung,
  Ere Eve gave Adam knowledge for her dower,
Or Adam his first hymn of slavery sung),
 So massy, vast, yet green in their old age,
       Are overtopp'd,
Their summer blossoms by the surges lopp'd,
Which rise, and rise, and rise.
Vainly we look up to the louring skies --
  They meet the seas,
And shut out God from our beseeching eyes.
  Fly, son of Noah, fly! and take thine ease
In thine allotted ocean-tent;
And view, all floating o'er the element,
The corpses of the world of thy young days,
        Then to Jehovah raise
        Thy song of praise!

/A Mortal./  Blessed are the dead
             Who die in the Lord!
And though the waters be o'er earth outspread
         Yet, as /His/ word,
         Be the decree adored!
He gave me life -- He taketh but
  The breath which is His own;
And though these eyes should be for ever shut,
  Nor longer this weak voice before His throne
  Be heard in supplicating tone,
     Still blessed be the Lord,
         For what is past,
           For that which is:
           For all are His,
         From first to last --
Time -- space -- eternity -- life -- death --
  The vast known and immeasurable unknown
    He made, and can unmake;
And shall /I,/ for a little gasp of breath,
      Blaspheme and groan?
No; let me die, as I have lived, in faith,
  Nor quiver, though the universe may quake.

          [Chorus of MORTALS.]
        Where shall we fly?
        Not to the mountains high;
For now their torrents rush, with double roar,
  To meet the ocean, which, advancing still,
  Already grasps each drowning hill,
Nor leaves an unsearch'd cave.

          [Enter a WOMAN.]
/Woman./  Oh, save me, save!
Our valley is no more:
  My father and my father's tent,
My brethren and my brethren's herds,
  The pleasant trees that o'er our noonday bent
And sent forth evening songs from sweetest birds,
  The little rivulet which freshen'd all
     Our pastures green,
     No more are to be seen.
When to the mountain cliff I climb'd this morn,
  I turn'd to bless the spot,
And not a leaf appear'd about to fall; --
  And now they are not!
Why was I born?

/Japh./        To die! in youth to die!
And happier in that doom,
Than to behold the universal tomb
          Which I
Am thus condemn'd to weep above in vain.
Why, when all perish, why must I remain?

[The Waters rise; Men fly in every direction; many are overtaken by the waves.  The Chorus of MORTALS disperses in search of safety up the Mountains; JAPHET remains upon a rock, while the Ark floats toward him in the distance.]

1. The archangels, said to be seven in number, and to occupy the eighth rank in the celestial hierarchy.

2.  "And there were giants in the earth in those days, and after; mighty men, which were of old, men of renown." -- /Genesis./

3.  "The same day were all the fountains of the great deep broken up; and the windows of heaven were opened." -- /Ibid./

4.  The book of Enoch, preserved by the Ethiopians, is said by them to be anterior to the flood.

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