POEMS WRITTEN IN YOUTH.* SONNET-TO SCIENCE. Science! true daughter of Old Time thou art! Who alterest all things with thy peering eyes. Why preyest thou thus upon the poet's heart, Vulture, whose wings are dull realities? How should he love thee? or how deem thee wise, Who wouldst not leave him in his wandering To seek for treasure in the jeweled skies, Albeit he soared with an undaunted wing? Hast thou not dragged Diana from her car And driven the Hamadryad from the wood To seek a shelter in some happier star Hast thou not torn the Naiad from her flood, The Elfin from the green grass, and from me The summer dream beneath the tamarind tree? *Private reasons-some of which have reference to the sin of plagiarism, and others to the date of Tennyson's first poems-have induced me, after some hesitation, to republish these, the crude compositions of my earliest boyhood. They are printed verbatim-without alteration from the original edition-the date of which is too remote to be judiciously acknowledged.—E. A. P. 15 Poe's Poems. 225 AL AARAAF.* PART I. O! nothing earthly save the ray The wandering star. 'Twas a sweet time for Nesace-for there Her world lay lolling on the golden air, Near four bright suns-a temporary rest— An oasis in desert of the blest. Away-away-'mid seas of rays that roll Empyrean splendor o'er th' unchained soulThe soul that scarce (the billows are so dense) Can struggle to its destin'd eminence To distant spheres, from time to time, she rode, *A star was discovered by Tycho Brahe which appeared suddenly in the heavens-attained, in a few days, a brilliancy surpassing that of Jupiter-then as suddenly disappeared, and has never been seen since. And late to ours, the favor'd one of God— Now happiest, loveliest in yon lovely Earth, Whence sprang the "Idea of Beauty" into birth, (Falling in wreaths thro' many a startled star, Rich clouds, for canopies, about her curled- All hurriedly she knelt upon a bed Upon the flying footsteps of deep pride- All other loveliness: its honeyed dew (The fabled nectar that the heathen knew) Deliriously sweet, was dropp'd from Heaven, *Sappho. And fell on gardens of the unforgiven She fears to perfume, perfuming the night: And died, ere scarce exalted into birth, From struggling with the waters of the Rhone: And the Nelumbo bud that floats forever "Spirit! that dwellest where, The terrible and fair, In beauty vie! Beyond the line of blue The boundary of the star By the comets who were cast From their pride, and from their throne To be carriers of fire (The red fire of their heart) With speed that may not tire Who livest-that we know In Eternity-we feel But the shadow of whose brow What spirit shall reveal Thro' the beings whom thy Nesace, Have dream'd for thy Infinity A model of their own Thy will is done, O God! The star hath ridden high Thro' many a tempest, but she rode And here, in thought, to thee- Ascend thy empire and so be A partner of thy throne- My embassy is given, Till secrecy shall knowledge be In the environs of Heaven. She ceas'd-and buried then her burning cheek Abash'd, amid the lilies there, to seek |