# The Siege of Valencia; The Last Constantine: with Other Poems/Belshazzar's Feast

BELSHAZZAR'S FEAST*.
'Twas night in Babylon: yet many a beam Of lamps, far-glittering from her domes on high, Shone, brightly mingling in Euphrates' stream, With the clear stars of that Chaldean sky, Whose azure knows no cloud:—each whisper'd sigh Of the soft night-breeze through her terrace-bowers Bore deepening tones of joy and melody, O'er an illumin'd wilderness of flowers;
But prouder mirth was in the kingly hall, Where, midst adoring slaves, a gorgeous band! High at the stately midnight-festival, Belshazzar sat enthroned.—There Luxury's hand Had shower'd around all treasures that expand
Beneath the burning East;—all gems that pour The sunbeams back;—all sweets of many a land, Whose gales waft incense from their spicy shore;
With richer zest the banquet may be fraught, A loftier theme may swell th' exulting strain! The Lord of nations spoke,—and forth were brought The spoils of Salem's devastated fane: Thrice holy vessels!—pure from earthly stain, And set apart, and sanctified to Him, Who deign'd within the oracle to reign, Reveal'd, yet shadow'd; making noon-day dim,
They came, and louder peal'd the voice of song, And pride flash'd brighter from the kindling eye, And He who sleeps not heard th' elated throng, In mirth that plays with thunderbolts, defy The Rock of Zion!—Fill the nectar high, High in the cups of consecrated gold! And crown the bowl with garlands, ere they die, And bid the censers of the Temple hold
Peace!—is it but a phantom of the brain, Thus shadow'd forth the senses to appal, Yon fearful vision?—Who shall gaze again To search its cause?—Along the illumin'd wall, Startling, yet riveting the eyes of all, Darkly it moves,—a hand, a human hand, O'er the bright lamps of that resplendent hall In silence tracing, as a mystic wand,
There are pale cheeks around the regal board, And quivering limbs, and whispers deep and low, And fitful starts!—the wine, in triumph pour'd, Untasted foams, the song hath ceas'd to flow, The waving censer drops to earth—and lo! The King of Men, the Ruler, girt with might, Trembles before a shadow!—Say not so! —The child of dust, with guilt's foreboding sight,
But haste ye!—bring Chaldea's gifted seers, The men of prescience!—haply to their eyes, Which track the future through the rolling spheres, Yon mystic sign may speak in prophecies. They come—the readers of the midnight skies,
They that give voice to visions—but in vain! Still wrapt in clouds the awful secret lies, It hath no language midst the starry train,
Then stood forth one, a child of other sires, And other inspiration!—One of those Who on the willows hung their captive lyres, And sat, and wept, where Babel's river flows. His eye was bright, and yet the deep repose Of his pale features half o'eraw'd the mind, And imaged forth a soul, whose joys and woes Were of a loftier stamp than aught assign'd
Yes!—what was earth to him, whose spirit pass'd Time's utmost bounds?—on whose unshrinking sight Ten thousand shapes of burning glory cast Their full resplendence?—Majesty and might Were in his dreams;—for him the veil of light Shrouding heaven's inmost sanctuary and throne, The curtain of th' unutterably bright Was rais'd!—to him, in fearful splendour shown,
He spoke:—the shadows of the things to come Pass'd o'er his soul:—"O King, elate in pride! God hath sent forth the writing of thy doom, The one, the living God, by thee defied! He, in whose balance earthly lords are tried, Hath weigh'd, and found thee wanting. 'Tis decreed The conqueror's hands thy kingdom shall divide, The stranger to thy throne of power succeed!
There fell a moment's thrilling silence round, A breathless pause! the hush of hearts that beat And limbs that quiver:—is there not a sound, A gathering cry, a tread of hurrying feet? —'Twas but some echo, in the crowded street, Of far-heard revelry; the shout, the song. The measured dance to music wildly sweet, That speeds the stars their joyous course along;—
Peace yet again!—Hark! steps in tumult flying, Steeds rushing on, as o'er a battle-field! The shout of hosts exulting or defying, The press of multitudes that strive or yield!
And the loud startling clash of spear and shield, Sudden as earthquake's burst!—and, blent with these, The last wild shriek of those whose doom is seal'd In their full mirth!—all deepening on the breeze
And nearer yet the trumpet's blast is swelling, Loud, shrill, and savage, drowning every cry! And lo! the spoiler in the regal dwelling, Death bursting on the halls of revelry! Ere on their brows one fragile rose-leaf die, The sword hath raged through joy's devoted train, Ere one bright star be faded from the sky, Red flames, like banners, wave from dome and fane,
Fall'n is the golden city! in the dust Spoiled of her crown, dismantled of her state, She that hath made the Strength of Towers her trust, Weeps by her dead, supremely desolate! She that beheld the nations at her gate, Thronging in homage, shall be call'd no more Lady of kingdoms!—Who shall mourn her fate? Her guilt is full, her march of triumph o'er;—
Sit thou in silence! Thou that wert enthroned On many waters! thou, whose augurs read The language of the planets, and disown'd The mighty name it blazons!—Veil thy head, Daughter of Babylon! the sword is red From thy destroyers' harvest, and the yoke Is on thee, O most proud!—for thou hast said, "I am, and none beside!"—Th' Eternal spoke,
But go thou forth, O Israel! wake! rejoice! Be clothed with strength, as in thine ancient day! Renew the sound of harps, th' exulting voice, The mirth of timbrels!—loose the chain, and say God hath redeem'd his people!—from decay The silent and the trampled shall arise; —Awake; put on thy beautiful array, Oh long-forsaken Zion!—to the skies
And lift thy head!—Behold thy sons returning, Redeem'd from exile, ransom'd from the chain! Light hath revisited the house of mourning; She that on Judah's mountains wept in vain
Because her children were not—dwells again Girt with the lovely!—through thy streets once more, City of God! shall pass the bridal train, And the bright lamps their festive radiance pour,