LYRICAL AND DRAMATIC. | 215
A VISION UPON USHBA.
ERE in the wild Caucasian night,
The sleepless years
Seem to pass by in garments white,
_ Made white with tears,
_ A pageant of intolerable light
Across the sombre spheres,
And, mingling with the tumult of the morn,
Methought a single rose of blood was born.
Far on the iron peaks a voice
Crystal and cold,
Sharper than sounds the auroch’s choice
O’er wood and wold,
A summons as of angels that rejoice,
A pzan glad and bold,
A mighty shout of infinite acclaim
Shrieks through the sky some dread forgotten Name.
Trembles the demon on his perch
Of crags ice-bound ;
Tremble near forest and: far church
At that quick sound ;