Volume II Part 41 (2/2)
So from his shark's-mouth prayed little Vee-Vee to the God of Fair Breezes And along they swept; till the three prows neighed to the blast; and pranced on their path, like steeds of Crusaders
Now, that this fine wind had sprung up; the sun riding joyously in the heavens; and the Lagoon all tossed hite, flying manes; Media called upon Yoos:--warlike, a inspiring for too long the coloo you a song, , long since, when Yillah yet bowered in Odo
Ere now, soain your happy hours Some joys have thousand lives; can never die; for when they droop, sweet ood; they ca in a silver ood leave, s is a seer”
”Tingling is the test,” said Babbalanja, ”Yoo?”
”All over, Babbalanja”
”Froer”
”My life for it! true poetry, then, , I say, is the test”
”And infused into a song,” cried Yoomy, ”it evermore causes it so to sparkle, vivify, and irradiate, that no son ofof hed Media
”Not more so, than sincere,” said Babbalanja ”He who is frank, will often appear vain, uile, he speaks as freely of himself, as of another; and is just as ready to honor his own inary, as to lament over undeniable deficiencies Besides, such men are prone tomortals, make their occasional distrust of themselves, appear but as a phase of self-conceit Whereas, the man who, in the presence of his very friends, parades a barred and bolted front,--that hly prizes his sweet self, that he cares not to profane the shrine he worshi+ps, by throwing open its portals He is locked up; and Ego is the key Reserve alone is vanity But all otists The world revolves upon an I; and we upon ourselves; for we are our oorlds:--all otherclad in furs Then, whate'er they be, let us show our worlds; and not seek to hide from men, what Oro knows”
”Truth, my lord,” said Yoomy, ”but all this applies to men in mass; not specially, to my poor craft Of all mortals, we poets are most subject to contrary moods Now, heaven over heaven in the skies; now layer under layer in the dust This, the penalty we pay for being e are But Mardi only sees, or thinks it sees, the tokens of our self-coonies operate unseen Poets are only seen when they soar”
”The song! the song!” cried Media ”Never enius”
And Yoo his voice for the air
But here, be it said, that the ifted with three voices; and, upon occasions, like a -bird, was a concert of sweet sounds in himself Had kind friends died, and bequeathed hiins:--
Half-railed above the hills, yet rosy bright, Stands fresh, and fair, themorn!
So Yillah looks! her pensive eyes the stars, Thatdawn!
But the still meek Dawn, Is not aye the form Of Yillah nor Morn!
Soon rises the sun, Day's race to run: His rays abroad, Flash each a sword,-- And merrily forth they flare!
Sun-music in the air!
So Yillah now rises and flashes!
Rays shooting froh! How it bounds!
Bright cascade of sounds!
Peal after peal, and ringing afar,-- Ringing of waters, that silvery jar, Fro, and shi+ning, and streahs at last dimple, and flake!