POEMS WRITTEN IN 1819. THE MASQUE OF ANARCHY. I. As I lay asleep in Italy, There came a voice from over the sea, And with great power it forth led me To walk in the visions of Poesy. II. I met Murder on the way- III. All were fat; and well they might For one by one, and two by two, He tossed them human hearts to chew, Which from his white cloak he drew. IV. Next came Fraud, and he had on, Like Lord E, an ermine gown; V. And the little children, who Round his feet played to and fro, Had their brains knocked out by them. VI. Clothed with the bible as with light, And the shadow of the night, Like S*** next, Hypocrisy, On a crocodile came by. VII. And many more Destructions played In this ghastly masquerade, All disguised, even to the eyes, Like bishops, lawyers, peers, or spies. VIII. Last came Anarchy; he rode On a white horse splashed with blood; IX. And he wore a kingly crown; X. With a pace stately and fast, XI. And a mighty troop around, With their trampling shook the ground, For the service of their Lord. XII. And, with glorious triumph, they Of the wine of desolation. XIII. O'er fields and towns, from sea to sea, XIV. And each dweller, panic-stricken, XV. For with pomp to meet him came, XVI. We have waited, weak and lone, For thy coming, Mighty One! Our purses are empty, our swords are cold, Give us glory, and blood, and gold." XVII. Lawyers and priests, a motley crowd, XVIII. Then all cried with one accord, "Thou art King, and Law, and Lord; Anarchy, to thee we bow, Be thy name made holy now!" ΧΙΧ. And Anarchy, the skeleton, Bowed and grinned to every one, As well as if his education Had cost ten millions to the nation. xx. For he knew the palaces Of our kings were nightly his; ΧΧΙ. So he sent his slaves before To seize upon the Bank and Tower, XXII. When one fled past, a maniac maid, XXIII. "My father, Time is weak and grey XXIV. "He has had child after child, XXV. Then she lay down in the street, XXVI. When between her and her foes XXVII. Till as clouds grow on the blast, And glare with lightnings as they fly, And speak in thunder to the sky, On its helm, seen far away, A planet, like the morning's, lay; XXX. With step as soft as wind it passed XXXI. As flowers beneath May's footsteps waken, As stars from night's loose hair are shaken, As waves arise when loud winds call, Thoughts sprung where'er that step did fall. XXXII. And the prostrate multitude XXXIII. And Anarchy, the ghastly birth, XXXIV. A rushing light of clouds and splendour, XXXV. As if their own indignant earth, XXXVI. Had turned every drop of blood, As if her heart had cried aloud XXXVII. "Men of England, Heirs of Glory, GG XXXVIII. "Rise, like lions after slumber, "So that ye for them are made, Loom, and plough, and sword, and spade; XLII. ""Tis to see your children weak |