The inspiration of your deeds on earth, Your hopes in heaven! Light it again in me, I, the last son of hundred generations, Sole heir of all your virtues, thoughts, and faults! P INTRODUCTION TO THE LAST ACT From The Undivine Comedy ' ERCHED like an eagle, high among the rocks, Now from its bastions nothing can be seen, To right, to left, in front, or in the rear, A spectral image of that Deluge wrath Which, as its wild waves rose to sweep o'er earth, Once broke o'er these steep cliffs, these time-worn rocks. No glimpses can be traced of vale beneath, Buried in ghastly waves of ice-cold sea, Wrapping it as the shroud winds round the dead. No crimson rays of coming sun yet light Upon a bold and naked granite peak, A solitary island in this sea. Its bastions, parapets, and lofty towers Built of the rock from which they soar, appear Out of its stony heart (as human breast Springs from the centaur's back), - the giant work A single banner floats A shudder stirs and wakes the sleeping mist, The bleak winds sigh, and silence rules no more; In the first rays shot by the coming sun. Above this tossing sea of fog and foam. Borne on and upward by the lifting waves Long golden shafts transpierce the sea of foam; The valley swarms with life, as ocean's sands With writhing things that creep and twist and sting. The quivering mist rolls into crimson clouds; When called to answer on the Judgment Day. Translation of Martha Walker Cook. A ARISTOCRACY'S LAST STAND From The Undivine Comedy > T LAST I see you, hated enemies! With my whole power I trace your cunning plans, No more we meet Within the realm of idle words, of poetry, But in the real world of deadly combat, Sharp sword to sword, the rattling hail of bullets Winged by the concentration of my hate! No more with single arm and voice I meet you It is a joyous thing to govern, rule, To see there at my feet my enemies I know . . . I know, a few hours more of time, The sun sets fast behind the needled cliffs, Not through intrigue, through base or cunning skill, Translation of Martha Walker Cook. ANCRAS THE TRIUMPH OF CHRISTIANITY From The Undivine Comedy ' The hour of rest has not yet struck for me! PANCR The last sad sign of my last enemy Marks the completion of but half my task. Earth's deserts must be peopled, rocks removed, Swamps drained, and mountains tunneled; trees hewn down; Roads girdle earth, that produce circulate, And commerce bind all hearts with links of gold. Each man must own a portion of the soil; Thought move on lightning wings rending old veils; The living must outnumber all the hosts Of those who've perished in this deadly strife; Life and prosperity must fill the place Of death and ruin,- ere our work of blood Can be atoned for! Leonard, this must be done! If we are not to inaugurate an age Of social bliss, material ease and wealth, Our deeds of havoc, devastation, woe, Leonard-The God of liberty will give us power Pancras Leonard You speak of God! I can see nothing but this bloody corpse! This is his cap and belt; look at his arms; Pancras 'Tis there! up there! Do you not see it? Leonard I see a mass of clouds Wild-drifting o'er the top of that steep rock Where are now my people? Like a tall column there he stands, As an avenger on his sword! Leonard, His crown of thorns is interlaced with lightningLeonard-What is the matter?- Pancras, answer me! Pancras - The dazzling flashes of his eyes are death! Leonard-You're ghastly pale! Come, let us quit this spot! Pancras -Oh!— Leonard, spread your hands and shade my eyes! Press, press them till I see no more! Tear me away! Oh, shield me from that look! It crushes me to dust! Leonard [placing his hands over the eyes] Pancras Will it do thus? Your hands are like a phantom's!— Powerless-with neither flesh nor bones! Transparent as pure water, crystal, air, They shut out nothing! I can see! still see! Leonard-Your eyes die in their sockets! Lean on me! Pancras - Can you not give me darkness? Darkness! Darkness! He stands there motionless,- pierced with three nails,— Three stars! His outstretched arms are lightning flashes! - Darkness!· Leonard-I can see nothing! Master! Master! Pancras Darkness! Leonard-Ho! citizens! Ho! democrats! aid! aid! [He falls dead.] Translation of Martha Walker Cook. |