LXXX.
His life was one long war with self-sought
foes,
Or friends by him self-banished;
for his mind
Had grown Suspicion’s sanctuary,
and chose
For its own cruel sacrifice, the
kind,
’Gainst whom he raged with
fury strange and blind.
But he was frenzied,—wherefore,
who may know?
Since cause might be which skill
could never find;
But he was frenzied by disease or
woe
To that worst pitch of all, which wears a reasoning
show.
LXXXI.
For then he was inspired, and from
him came,
As from the Pythian’s mystic
cave of yore,
Those oracles which set the world
in flame,
Nor ceased to burn till kingdoms
were no more:
Did he not this for France, which
lay before
Bowed to the inborn tyranny of years?
Broken and trembling to the yoke
she bore,
Till by the voice of him and his
compeers
Roused up to too much wrath, which follows o’ergrown
fears?
LXXXII.
They made themselves a fearful monument!
The wreck of old opinions—things
which grew,
Breathed from the birth of time:
the veil they rent,
And what behind it lay, all earth
shall view.
But good with ill they also overthrew,
Leaving but ruins, wherewith to
rebuild
Upon the same foundation, and renew
Dungeons and thrones, which the
same hour refilled,
As heretofore, because ambition was self-willed.
LXXXIII.
But this will not endure, nor be
endured!
Mankind have felt their strength,
and made it felt.
They might have used it better,
but, allured
By their new vigour, sternly have
they dealt
On one another; Pity ceased to melt
With her once natural charities.
But they,
Who in Oppression’s darkness
caved had dwelt,
They were not eagles, nourished
with the day;
What marvel then, at times, if they mistook their
prey?
LXXXIV.
What deep wounds ever closed without
a scar?
The heart’s bleed longest,
and but heal to wear
That which disfigures it; and they
who war
With their own hopes, and have been
vanquished, bear
Silence, but not submission:
in his lair
Fixed Passion holds his breath,
until the hour
Which shall atone for years; none
need despair:
It came, it cometh, and will come,—the
power
To punish or forgive—in one we shall
be slower.