
And art thou then for ever set !  thy ray1
                        
                        No more to rise and gild the front of day,2
                        
                        Far-beaming Babylon ?  Those massive gates,3
                        
                        Through which to battle rush’d a hundred 
states ;4
                        
                        states ;4
That cloud-crown’d wall along whose giddy 
height5
                        
                        height5
Cars on with rival cars in fearless flight—6
                        
                        
                        What !  could not all protect thee !  Ah !  in 
vain7
                        
                        vain7
Thy bulwarks frown’d defiance o’er the plain :8
                        
                        Fondly, in ancient majesty elate,9
                        
                        Thou sat’st unconscious of impending fate,10
                        
                        Nor brasen gates, nor adamantine wall,11
                        
                        Can save a guilty people from their fall.12
                        
                        Was it for this those wondrous turrets rose,13
                        
                        Which taught thy feebled youth their scorn 
of foes ?14
                        
                        of foes ?14
For this, that earth her mineral stores re-
sign’d,15
                        
                        sign’d,15
And the wan artist in his dungeon pined :16
                        
                        Destined, as death crept on with mortal 
stealth,17
                        
                        stealth,17
And the flush’d hectic mimick’d rosy health,18
                        
                        ’Mid gasping crowds to ply the incessant 
loom,19
                        
                        loom,19
While morbid vapours linger’d in the gloom ?20
                        Silent for seventy years, it’s frame unstrung,21
                        
                        On Syrian bough Judæa’s harp had hung :22
                        
                        Deaf to their despots’ voice, her tribes no 
more23
                        
                        more23
Waked Sion’s music on a foreign shore ;24
                        
                        But oft, his tide where broad Euphrates rolls,25
                        
                        Felt the keen insult pierce their patriot souls ;26
                        
                        And still, as homeward turn’d the longing 
eye,27
                        
                        eye,27
Gush’d many a tear, and issued many a sigh,28
                        
                        Yet not for ever flows the fruitless grief !29
                        
                        Cyrus and Vengeance fly to their relief.30
                        Mark where he comes, th’ Anointed of 
the Lord !31
                        
                        the Lord !31
And wields with mighty arm his hallow’d 
sword.32
                        
                        sword.32
Reluctant realms their sullen homage pay,33
                        
                        As on the heaven-led hero bends his way34
                        
                        Opposing myriads press the fatal plain,35
                        
                        And Sardis bars her two-leaved brass in vain ;36
                        
                        Her secret hoards the hostile bands unfold,37
                        
                        And grasp with greedy joy the cavern’d gold.38
                        
                        Then to new fields they urge their rapid 
course,39
                        
                        course,39
And rebel states augment the swelling force :40
                        
                        Firm to their end, mid scenes of rural love,41
                        
                        Unsoften’d by those scenes the victors move :42
                        
                        And, as in lengthening line their ranks ex-
pand,43
                        
                        pand,43
Spread wider ruin through the ravaged land.44
                        But Babylon th’ approaching war derides,45
                        
                        And shakes the harmless battle from her 
sides.46
                        
                        sides.46
In vain the ram it’s vigorous shock applies ;47
                        
                        The mines descend, th’ assailing towers arise48
                        
                        ’Till Treason comes the bafiled chief to aid :49
                        
                        And briefer arts succeed the long blockade.50
                        With hardy sinew Persia’s labouring host51
                        
                        Wrest the huge river from his native coast ;52
                        
                        And bid his flood it’s wonted track forgo,53
                        
                        ’Twixt other banks, through lands unknown 
to flow54
                        
                        to flow54
—The task is done; and with obsequious 
tides55
                        
                        tides55
Euphrates follows, as a mortal guides.56
                        
                        
His surgeless channel, now a pervious vale,57
                        
                        Invites the foot where navies spread the sail ;58
                        
                        And soon no barrier but the eastern main59
                        
                        Shall bound the conqueror’s progress, or his 
reign.60
                        reign.60
Thus, when from heaving Ætna’s restless 
caves61
                        
                        caves61
Impetuous Fire precipitates his waves,62
                        
                        The flaming ruin rushes on the plain,63
                        
                        And art and nature rear their mounds in vain.64
                        
                        Should some high-rampired town obstruct 
his course,65
                        
                        his course,65
The red invader rises in his force ;66
                        
                        And scornful of the check, and proudly free,67
                        
                        Extends his blazing triumph to the sea :68
                        
                        With refluent stream the straiten’d billows 
flow,69
                        
                        flow,69
And yield new regions to th’ insatiate foe.70
                        Yet naught devoted Babylon alarms ;71
                        
                        Domestic treason, or a world in arms.72
                        
                        ’Midst her gay palaces and festal bowers73
                        
                        Flutter’d in sportive maze the rose crown’d 
hours :74
                        
                        hours :74
Loud burst the roar of merriment around,75
                        
                        And wanton dance light tripp’d it o’er the 
ground—76
                        
                        ground—76
When, bent the long-drawn revelry to spy,77
                        
                        Hush’d in grim midnight Vengeance hover’d 
nigh.78
                        
                        nigh.78
Nor vain her care; by wine’s soft power 
subdued,79
                        
                        subdued,79
The courtly troop, with gladden’d eye, she 
view’d :80
                        
                        view’d :80
The frantic mob in drunken tumult lost,81
                        
                        The drowsy soldier nodding at his post,82
                        
                        The gate unclosed, the desert wall survey’d
                               ;83
                        
                        And call’d her Cyrus to unsheath his blade,84
                        Quaff then, Belshazzar—quaff, imperial 
Boy,85
                        
                        Boy,85
The luscious draught, and drain the mad-
dening joy ;86
                        
                        dening joy ;86
To equal riot rouse thy languid board,87
                        
                        And bid the satrap emulate his lord.88
                        
                        With pencill’d lids, the scandal of their race,89
                        
                        Thy crowded halls a thousand princes grace.90
                        
                        Ill on such legs the warrior-greaves appear,91
                        
                        Ill by such hands is grasp’d the
                              deathful 
spear :92
                        
                        spear :92
Fitter ’mid Syria’s harlot train to move,93
                        
                        And wage in safer fields the wars of love.94
                        
                        Alternate ranged (with faces scarce more fair,95
                        
                        Or hearts more soft) that virgin train is there :96
                        
                        The virgin’s wish her half-closed eyes impart,97
                        
                        And blushless matrons boast th’ adulterous 
heart.98
                        
                        heart.98
On ardent wing the rank contagion flies,99
                        
                        Sigh heaves to sigh, and glance to glance 
replies.100
                        
                        replies.100
Let these the achievements of thy Gods re-
hearse,101
                        
                        hearse,101
Raise the loud hymn, and pour the unholy 
verse ;102
                        
                        verse ;102
Proceed !  with sacrilege enhance thy wine !103
                        
                        Bid the vase circle, torn from Salem’s shrine.104
                        
                        Empire and wealth for thee unite their 
charms ;105
                        
                        charms ;105
For thee bright beauty spreads her willing 
arms :106
                        
                        
                        arms :106
Who shall control thy raptures, or destroy ?107
                        
                        Give then the night, the poignant night, to 
joy.108
                        
                        joy.108
—Ha !  why that start !  those horror-gleam-
ing eyes !109
                        
                        ing eyes !109
That frozen cheek, whence life’s warm crim-
son flies !110
                        
                        son flies !110
That lip, on which the unfinish’d accents 
break !111
                        
                        break !111
Those hairs erect with life! those joints that 
shake !112
                        
                        shake !112
The wondrous hand, which stamps yon wall 
with flame,113
                        
                        with flame,113
Speaks the fear just, that labours in thy 
frame ;114
                        
                        frame ;114
As round it sheds self-mov’d the living ray,115
                        
                        Which mocks the lustre of thy mimic day.116
                        
                        Haste !  call thy seers ;  or, if their skill be 
vain,117
                        
                        vain,117
Let Daniel’s art the blazing lines explain.118
                        
                        Haste !  for the prophet bring the scarlet vest ;119
                        
                        If so, seduced, his words may sooth thy 
breast.120
                        
                        breast.120
Ah !  no :  that phantom with the stile of fate121
                        
                        Inscribes the doom of thee, thy race, thy state.122
                        
                        In curses then, rash Youth, the hour upbraid,123
                        
                        When first by pleasure’s meteor-beam be-
tray’d124
                        
                        tray’d124
From virtue’s path thy heedless foot declined,125
                        
                        And whelm’d in sordid sense the devious 
mind.126
                        
                        mind.126
In vain !  Even now is wrought the deed of 
death :127
                        
                        death :127
This moment ends thy glories, and thy 
breath !128
                        
                        breath !128
Above, beneath thee feasts th’ insatiate worm,129
                        
                        Completes the murtherer’s rage, and dissi-
pates thy form.130
                        pates thy form.130
See where, twin sons of Vengeance and 
Despair,131
                        
                        Despair,131
March Gobryas and Gadatas. Hold, rash 
pair :132
                        
                        pair :132
’Tis parricide !  Can nothing then atone133
                        
                        Your private wrongs, save Babylon undone ?134
                        
                        As monarchs smile, or frown, shall patriot 
fire135
                        
                        fire135
With selfish fervor flourish, or expire ?136
                        
                        No :  when th’ insulting Mede is at your 
gates,137
                        
                        gates,137
And your pale country shakes through all 
her states,138
                        
                        her states,138
For her your cherish’d enmity forego,139
                        
                        To wreak its fury on the public foe :140
                        
                        Renounce the hoarded malice of your breast,141
                        
                        And only struggle, who shall serve her best.142
                        Hark !  ’Tis the cry of Conquest :  full 
and clear,143
                        
                        and clear,143
Her giant voice invades the startled ear.144
                        
                        With death’s deep groans the shouts of tri-
umph rise ;145
                        
                        umph rise ;145
The mingled clamour mounts the reddening 
skies.146
                        
                        skies.146
From street to street the flames infuriate 
pour,147
                        
                        pour,147
Climb the tall fane, and gild the tottering 
tower :148
                        
                        tower :148
In cumbrous ruin sink patrician piles,149
                        
                        And strew amid the dust their massive spoils ;150
                        
                        
While, with stern forms dilating in the blaze,151
                        
                        Danger and Terror swell the dire amaze.152
                        Now yield those Gods, whom prostrate 
realms adored !153
                        
                        realms adored !153
Though Gods, unequal to a mortal sword !154
                        
                        In aweless state the unworshipp’d idols stand,155
                        
                        And tempt with sacred gold the plunderer’s 
hand.156
                        
                        hand.156
Now bend those groves, whose sloping bow-
ers among157
                        
                        ers among157
The Attic warbler thrill’d her changeful song :158
                        
                        Their varied green where pensile gardens 
spread,159
                        
                        spread,159
And Median foliage lent it’s grateful shade.160
                        
                        There oft, of courts and courtly splendor 
tired,161
                        
                        tired,161
The fragrant gale Assyria’s Queen respired ;162
                        
                        With blameless foot through glades exotic 
roved,163
                        
                        roved,163
And hail’d the scenes her happier prime had 
loved.164
                        
                        loved.164
Now stoops that tower, from whose broad 
top the eye165
                        
                        top the eye165
Of infant Science pierced the midnight sky :166
                        
                        First dared ’mid worlds before unknown to 
stray.167
                        
                        stray.167
Scann’d the bright wonders of the milky way ;168
                        
                        And, as in endless round they whirl’d along,169
                        
                        In groups arranged, and named the lucid 
throng :170
                        
                        throng :170
Nay, in their glittering aspect seem’d to spy171
                        
                        The hidden page of human destiny !172
                        
                        Vain all her study !  in that comet’s glare,173
                        
                        Which shook destruction from it’s horrid 
hair,174
                        
                        hair,174
Of her sage train, deep-versed in stellar law,175
                        
                        Not one his country’s hastening fate foresaw ;176
                        
                        Not one observed the tempest’s gathering 
gloom,177
                        
                        gloom,177
Or with prophetic tongue foretold her doom.178
                        Vocal no more with pleasure’s sprightly lay179
                        
                        Her fretted roofs shall Babylon display ;180
                        
                        No more her nymphs in graceful band shall 
join,181
                        
                        join,181
Or trace with flitting step the mazy line.182
                        
                        But here shall Fancy heave the pensive sigh,183
                        
                        And moral drops shall gather in her eye.184
                        
                        
                        As ’midst her day-dreams distant ages rise,185
                        
                        Glowing with nature’s many-coloured dies ;186
                        
                        Resound the rattling car, th’ innumerous 
feet,187
                        
                        feet,187
And all the tumult of the breathing street ;188
                        
                        The murmur of the busy, idle throng ;189
                        
                        The flow of converse, and the of 
song :—190
                        
                        song :—190
Starting she wakes, and weeps as naught 
she sees,191
                        
                        she sees,191
Save trackless marshes and entangled trees :192
                        
                        As naught she hears, save where amid the 
brake193
                        
                        brake193
Uncoils his monstrous length the crested 
snake ;194
                        
                        snake ;194
Save, of the casual traveller afraid,195
                        
                        Where the owl shrieking seeks a dunner 
shade ;196
                        
                        shade ;196
Save where, as o’er th’ unsteadfast fen she 
roves,197
                        
                        roves,197
The mournful bittern shakes th’ encircling 
groves.198
                        groves.198