New-York tribune., 1868-04-24

Win inward yep ana restless lOTCIOOt pnes
Ills function Of the woodland but tho next
tnoaght that all the blood by sylla shed
Came driving rGin-ke down again on earth,
And where 1t dashed the reddenng meadow, sprang
No dragon warriers from Cadmean teeth,
For these thought my dream would show to me,
Eut sIls. Ueturli, curious in their art,
Hired animasms, vile as those that made
The mulberry faced Dictator's orgies worse
Than ausht they fable Of the quiet Gods.
And hands they mkt and yelled and round me drove
in narrowing circles till yelled again
Han sufOcatod, and spraug up aud saw
Was It the first beam Of my latest dayl
Theu then, from utter gloom stood out the breasts,
The breasts Of Helen, aud hoveringly sword
Now over aud now under, direct
Pointed itself to pierce. bat sank down shamed
At all tina: beauty; and as stared, fire.
The fire that left rOOfess IHon,
Shot out Of them, and seOrched me that woke.
Is this thy vengeance, holy Venus, thine,
Because / would not one OF thine own doves,
Not even a rose were offered 20 thee7 thine
Forgotful how my rich proUmiOn makes
Thy glory fly along the Italian field,
In lays that will outlast thy Deity1
Deity nay, thy worshipers. My tongue
Trips. speak profanely Which of these
Anglers thee most, or angcrs thee at oil
Not II thou best Of those who far aloof
From envy. bate, and pity and spite aud scorn,
Live the great life Which all our greatest fain
Would follow, centred in eternal calm.
Nay, II thou canst o Goddess, Ike ourselves
Touch. and be touched, then would cry to thee
To kiss thy Majors, roll thy tender arms
Round him, and keep him from the lust of blood
That makes steaning saughter-house OF Rome
Ah but meant not thee meant not her,
Whom all the pines of Ida shook 10 see
Slide from that quiet heaven OF hers, and tempt
The Trojan, while his neat-herds abroads
Nor her that DER the wounded hunter wept,
Her Deity false in human-amorous tears;
Nor whom her beardless spple-arbter
Decided fairest. Rather, o ye Gods,
Poetuke, as the great sieillian called
Caiope TO grace his golden verse
Ay, and tliis Kypris also-dd take
That popular name OF thine TO shadow forth
The all generating powers and genial heat
or Nature, when she strikes through the thick blood
OF cattle, aud light is large and lambs are glad
Nosing the mothers udder, and the bird
Makes his heart voice amid the blaze Of fowersI
Which things appear the work Of mighty Gods.
Tho Gods and if 90 my work is left
Un6nished-i|I go. The Gods, who haunt
The lucid lnterspace Of world and world,
Where never creeps a cloud. or moves wind,
Nor ever falls the least white star Of snow,
Nor ever lowest roll of thunder means,
Nor sound OF human sorrow mounts 10 mar
Their secret everlasting eam and such,
Not all 30 fine, SO divine calm,
Not such, nor all unlike IL, man may gain
Letting his own life 60. The Gods, the GodsI
II all be atoms, how then shOnld the Gods
Being atomic not be dissOlube,
Not follow the great law My master held
That Gods there are, for oil men so believe.
Iprest my footsteps into his, and meant
Surely to lead my Memmius in a train
OF howery clauses onward to the proof
That Gods there are, and deathess Meanti Imeant
i have forgotten what meant my mind
stumbles, and all my faculties are lamed
Look where another Of our Gods, the Sun,
Apollo, Delius, or OF older use
Altseeing Hyperion what you win
Has mounted yonder; since be never sware,
Except his wrath were wreaked on wretched man,
That he would only shine among the dead
Hereafter tales! for never yet on earth
Could dead flesh creep, or bits Of roasting OK
Moan round the spit nor knows he what he sees,
King Of the East although he seem, and girt
With song and fame and fragrance slowly Lifts
His golden feet on those impurped stairs
That climb into the windy halls Of heavenI
And here he glances on an eye newborn,
And gets for greeting but a wall Of pain
Aud here he stays upon freezing orb
That fain would gaze upon him to the Lasts
And here upon yellow eyeld fallen
And closed by those who mourn friend in vain,
Not thankful that his trOubles are no more
And me, although his fire is my face
Binding he sees not, nor at oil can tell
Whether mean this day to end myself,
Or lend an ear to Plato where he says,
That Ike soldiers may not quit the post
Allotted by the Gods but he that holds I
Tho Gods are careless, wherefore need be care
Greatly for them. rather plunge at once,
Beng troubled, wholly out Of sight, and sink
Past earthQuake-ay and gout and stone. that break
Body toward death, and palsy, death-ln-life,
And wTetchCd age-and worst disease OF al.
These prodigies Of myriad nakednesses
Aud twisted shapes Of lust, unspeakable,
AbOminable, strangers at my hearth
Not welcome. harpies Mining every dish, ...i ..H
Tie phantom husks Of something fonlly DONE
And neeting through the boundless universe,
And blasting the long quiet Of my breast
With animal heat and dire insanity.
How should the mind except 1t loved them, clasp
These idols to herselfi or do they fly
NOW thinner, and now thicker, like the fakes
In a fall Of snow, and so press in, peIforce
OF multitude as crowds that In an hour
OF civic tunult Jam The doors and bear i...
The keepers down, and tbrong, their rags and they
The basest far into that conncil.lah
where ait the best and stateest Of the lhnd vi
Can not fling this horror off me again,
eeeing with how great case Nature can smile;
Balrnier and noDler from her bath OF Storm
Atrandom rayage and how easily
The mountain there has cast his cloudy slough
Now towering DER him IN serenest air e.t
woputan Ger mountain, ay, and within
Ar hollow as the hopes and fears Of men. .f
mt who was he that In tho garden shared ...
plens and Faunus, rustic Godsi tale
,ro1aurl, at--more to laugh at in myself
For iooti what Is III there yon arbutus
rro,,ers. a uoiseless riot underneath
o,, .o,,o the wood sets all the tops quiver1ng-