Sunbury American. [volume] (Sunbury, Pa.) 1848-1879, 1849-06-09
SELECT POETRY.
: fImyoruE on THE lrEsTiLsNcE.

on the approach ct the ChOlera from the cas-
toward the western part Of Europe, 1t is ap
propriate to lis renewed apparition and wesl
ward progress meutiened in recent journals
For vigorous expression, sublime thought
and high poetical finish, we have seldom me
with poetry to excel it, and we are sorry tina,
we cannot give the authors name.
Bseathlcss the course of the Pale White Horse
Bearing the ghastly form n'ti.'# ".'"
Rapid and dark as the spectre bark Hn
When it sweeps before the Storm
Bolefully bright through the torrid night
Ensanguined mcteors glare
Ficrccy the spires of volcanic fires ''
Stream on the sulphurous air!
Shades of the slain through the murderer brain
Fit terrible and drear- ....... .........
Shadowy and swift the black storm-drift .
r Doth trample the atmosphere! ..... .
But swiftcr than all, with darker pail
. Oftcror around my path, ..i.r
have arisen from my lamplcss prison
Slave of the high Gods wrath!
A deep Voice went from the Firmamcnt,
And it pierced the caves of Earth
Therefore | came on my wings of flame
From the dark place of my birth
And it is said "Go from tho South tothe North,
Over yon wondering ball
Sin is tho King of the doomed Thing,
Ind the sin bcguilcd must fall - ...
Forth from the Gate of the Iincrcatc,
From the portals of the Abyss
From the cavcrns dim where vague forms swim,
And shapclcss chaos is
From Hadcs womb-from the joyless tomb
,.. OF ,Erebus and Old Night,
From tho unseen deep where death and sleep
Brood in their mystic might ....rtf
comc--I comc---bcfore me are dumb
The nations aghast for dread ..."
Lo! have past as the desert blast
And the millions of Earth lie dead.
A voice of fear from the Hemisphere
Trncketh me where fly ..
Earth weeping aloud for her widowhood--
A wild and dcsolatc cry .
Thrones and domnions beneath my pinions
Cover like mcancst things
Melt from my presence the pride and the pleas
. ance .t.s .. ..
Ofpallor stricken kings.
Sorrow and mourning suPrcmcly scorning.
My throne is the boundlcss air
My chosen shrond is the dark plumed cloud
Which the whiring hrcczcs hcar
Was | not borne on the wings of the morn
From the junglcs of Iessorc,
Over the plain of the purple main
To the far Mauritian shore
To the isles which sleep on the sunbrisht deep
Of a coral paved sea;
OF Heavens serenity 7 .I..I t'iE.I
From the womb of the waters, n thirst for
slaughters, f..t fs
| rose that thirst to sate--
These green isles are graves. in waste of the
waves,
This beauty is desolatc!
From the wide Erytcrean the noise of my PGan
Rolled on the southern blast
Eternal Ta,rusimade answering chorus,
From the glaciers lone and vast! F'yfR
Did not pass his granite mass, -'F'i' as
And the rigid Caucasian hill '-''' '''hi
Over burning sands--ovcf' frost-chaincd lands,
Borne at my own wild viii!
Then bark to the beat of my fastening feet,
Though shrined in the sea;
Where me the dreams that ,he Ocean streams
Would be safely unto thee!
Awaken! awaken my wings are shaken
Athwart the troubled sky ...I ....
Streams the md glance of meteor lance, ...
And the gIan of my eager eye! .Ft
Hcarkcn, oh hearken! my coming shall darker
The light of thy iestal cheer ........
In thy storm-rocked home on the Northern
foam;
Nursing of Ocean--hear!