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Dinah Maria Craik (Дина Мария Крейк)


Cathair Fhargus


                 Fergus’s Seat
           A mountain in the Island of Arran, 
the summit of which resembles a gigantic human profile.

WITH face turned upward to the changeful sky,
  I, Fergus, lie, supine in frozen rest;
The maiden morning clouds slip rosily
  Unclasped, unclasping, down my granite breast;
The lightning strikes my brow and passes by.

There ’s nothing new beneath the sun, I wot;
  I “Fergus” called,—the great preadamite,
Who for my mortal body blindly sought
  Rash immortality, and on this height
Stone-bound, forever am and yet am not,—

There ’s nothing new beneath the sun, I say.
  Ye pygmies of a later race, who come
And play out your brief generation’s play
  Below me, know, I too spent my life’s sum,
And revelled through my short tumultuous day.

O, what is man that he should mouth so grand
  Through his poor thousand as his seventy years?
Whether as king I ruled a trembling land,
  Or swayed by tongue or pen my meaner peers,
Or earth’s whole learning once did understand,—	 

What matter? The star-angels know it all.
  They who came sweeping through the silent night
And stood before me, yet did not appall:
  Till, fighting ’gainst me in their courses bright,
Celestial smote terrestrial.—Hence, my fall.

Hence, Heaven cursed me with a granted prayer;
  Made my hill-seat eternal; bade me keep
My pageant of majestic lone despair,
  While one by one into the infinite deep
Sank kindred, realm, throne, world: yet I lay there.

There still I lie. Where are my glories fled?
  My wisdom that I boasted as divine?
My grand primeval women fair, who shed
  Their whole life’s joy to crown one hour of mine,
And lived to curse the love they coveted?

Gone,—gone. Uncounted æons have rolled by,
  And still my ghost sits by its corpse of stone,
And still the blue smile of the new-formed sky
  Finds me unchanged. Slow centuries crawling on
Bring myriads happy death:—I cannot die.
*        *        *        *        *



Dinah Maria Craik's other poems:
  1. For Music
  2. A True Hero
  3. To My Godchild Alice
  4. Semper Fidelis
  5. Westward Ho!


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