With Byron in Itlay; a selection of the poems and letters of Lord Byron relating to his life in ItalyEdited by Anna Benneson McMahan . h I know not what it is, [ 217 ] With byron in italy Yet it seems horrible. I have looked out In the vast desolate night in search of him; And when I saw gigantic shadows in The umbrage of the walls of Eden, chequerd By the far-flashing of the cherubs swords, I watchd for what I thought his coming; for With fear rose longing in my heart to know Whatt was which shook us all — but nothing came. And then I turned my weary eyes from off Our native and forbidden Par
With Byron in Itlay; a selection of the poems and letters of Lord Byron relating to his life in ItalyEdited by Anna Benneson McMahan . h I know not what it is, [ 217 ] With byron in italy Yet it seems horrible. I have looked out In the vast desolate night in search of him; And when I saw gigantic shadows in The umbrage of the walls of Eden, chequerd By the far-flashing of the cherubs swords, I watchd for what I thought his coming; for With fear rose longing in my heart to know Whatt was which shook us all — but nothing came. And then I turned my weary eyes from off Our native and forbidden Paradise, Up to the lights above us, in the azure, Which are so beautiful: shall they, too, die ? — but long outlive both thine and thee. m glad of that: I would not have them die —They are so lovely. What is death ? I fear,I feel, it is a dreadful thing; but what,I cannot compass : t is denounced against us,Both them who sinnd and sinnd not, as an ill —What ill? be resolved into the earth. shall I know it ? I know not death,I cannot answer. [ 218 ] - < 3° H CO s- P3. X B. M p X M ••>«. ~^ -C: 4 ^ N en = ^ j-» 5* 9 -^. > a H-» ^ r O — ?fca >s W .2 5 s -^ »< ?5! b 3 23 *~ s % h -v. — OS a c t -r fci 5*5 3 2 ^ _ to 0 OB ao s I g s: ,„ «9 ^ ~ y. ?fe, 5 fc § C O ^ THE YEARS 1820 AND 1821 I quiet earthThat were no evil; would I neer had beenAught else but dust! Lucifer. That is a grovelling wish,Less than thy fathers, for he wishd to know. Cain. But not to live, or wherefore pluckd he notThe life-tree ? was hinderd. Cain. Deadly error!Not to snatch first that fruit: — but ere he pluckdThe knowledge, he was ignorant of ! I scarcely now know what it is,And yet I fear it — fear I know not what! Lucifer. And I, who know all things, fear nothing: seeWhat is true knowledge. Cain. Wilt thou teach me all? , upon one condition [ 219 ] WITH BYRON IN ITAL
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