With Byron in Itlay; a selection of the poems and letters of Lord Byron relating to his life in ItalyEdited by Anna Benneson McMahan . m him who now approaches ? Yet he seems mightier far than them, nor less Beauteous, and. yet not all as beautiful As he hath been, and might be: sorrow seems Half of his immortality. And is it So ? and can aught grieve save humanity ? He cometh. Enter Lucifer. ! , who art thou ? of spirits. [ 207 ] WITH BYRON IN ITALY Cain. And being so, canst thouLeave them, and walk with dust ? Lucifer. I know the thoughtsOf dust, and
With Byron in Itlay; a selection of the poems and letters of Lord Byron relating to his life in ItalyEdited by Anna Benneson McMahan . m him who now approaches ? Yet he seems mightier far than them, nor less Beauteous, and. yet not all as beautiful As he hath been, and might be: sorrow seems Half of his immortality. And is it So ? and can aught grieve save humanity ? He cometh. Enter Lucifer. ! , who art thou ? of spirits. [ 207 ] WITH BYRON IN ITALY Cain. And being so, canst thouLeave them, and walk with dust ? Lucifer. I know the thoughtsOf dust, and feel for it, and with you. Cain. How! You know my thoughts? Lucifer. They are the thoughts of allWorthy of thought; —t is your immortal partWhich speaks within you. Cain. What immortal part ?This has not been reveald : the tree of lifeWas withheld from us by my fathers folly,While that of knowledge, by my mothers haste,Was pluckd too soon; and all the fruit is death ! have deceived thee; thou shalt live. Cain. I live,But live to die : and, living, see no thingTo make death hateful, save an innate clinging, [ 208 ]. t8 X u ^^ THE YEARS 1820 AND 1821 A loathsome, and yet all invincibleInstinct of life, which I abhor, as IDespise myself, yet cannot overcome —And so I live. Would I had never lived ! livest, and must live for ever: think notThe earth, which is thine outward covering, isExistence — it will cease, and thou wilt beNo less than thou art now. No more ? And ye Cain. No less ! and why may be thou shalt be as we. Cain. everlasting. Cain. Are ye happy ? Lucifer. We are mighty. ye happy ? Lucifer. No; art thou ?14 [ 209 ] WITH BYRON IN ITALY should I be so ? Look on me! Lucifer. Poor clay!And thou pretendest to be wretched! Thou! am : — and thou, with all thy might, what art thou ? Lucifer. One who aspired to be what made thee, andWould not have made thee what thou art. Cain. Ah! Thou lookst alm
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