Romantic Poetry

GEORGE GORDON, LORD BYRON (1788-1824)

DARKNESS


1     I had a dream, which was not all a dream.
2     The bright sun was extinguish'd, and the stars
3     Did wander darkling in the eternal space,
4     Rayless, and pathless, and the icy earth
5     Swung blind and blackening in the moonless air;
6     Morn came and went--and came, and brought no day,
7     And men forgot their passions in the dread
8     Of this their desolation; and all hearts
9     Were chill'd into a selfish prayer for light:
10   And they did live by watchfires--and the thrones,
11   The palaces of crowned kings--the huts,
12   The habitations of all things which dwell,
13   Were burnt for beacons; cities were consum'd,
14   And men were gather'd round their blazing homes
15   To look once more into each other's face;
16   Happy were those who dwelt within the eye
17   Of the volcanos, and their mountain-torch:
18   A fearful hope was all the world contain'd;
19   Forests were set on fire--but hour by hour
20   They fell and faded--and the crackling trunks
21   Extinguish'd with a crash--and all was black.
22   The brows of men by the despairing light
23   Wore an unearthly aspect, as by fits
24   The flashes fell upon them; some lay down
25   And hid their eyes and wept; and some did rest
26   Their chins upon their clenched hands, and smil'd;
27   And others hurried to and fro, and fed
28   Their funeral piles with fuel, and look'd up
29   With mad disquietude on the dull sky,
30   The pall of a past world; and then again
31   With curses cast them down upon the dust,
32   And gnash'd their teeth and howl'd: the wild birds shriek'd
33   And, terrified, did flutter on the ground,
34   And flap their useless wings; the wildest brutes
35   Came tame and tremulous; and vipers crawl'd
36   And twin'd themselves among the multitude,
37   Hissing, but stingless--they were slain for food.
38   And War, which for a moment was no more,
39   Did glut himself again: a meal was bought
40   With blood, and each sate sullenly apart
41   Gorging himself in gloom: no love was left;
42   All earth was but one thought--and that was death
43   Immediate and inglorious; and the pang
44   Of famine fed upon all entrails--men
45   Died, and their bones were tombless as their flesh;
46   The meagre by the meagre were devour'd,
47   Even dogs assail'd their masters, all save one,
48   And he was faithful to a corse, and kept
49   The birds and beasts and famish'd men at bay,
50   Till hunger clung them, or the dropping dead
51   Lur'd their lank jaws; himself sought out no food,
52   But with a piteous and perpetual moan,
53   And a quick desolate cry, licking the hand
54   Which answer'd not with a caress--he died.
55   The crowd was famish'd by degrees; but two
56   Of an enormous city did survive,
57   And they were enemies: they met beside
58   The dying embers of an altar-place
59   Where had been heap'd a mass of holy things
60     For an unholy usage; they rak'd up,
61   And shivering scrap'd with their cold skeleton hands
62   The feeble ashes, and their feeble breath
63   Blew for a little life, and made a flame
64   Which was a mockery; then they lifted up
65   Their eyes as it grew lighter, and beheld
66   Each other's aspects--saw, and shriek'd, and died--
67   Even of their mutual hideousness they died,
68   Unknowing who he was upon whose brow
69   Famine had written Fiend. The world was void,
70   The populous and the powerful was a lump,
71   Seasonless, herbless, treeless, manless, lifeless--
72   A lump of death--a chaos of hard clay.
73   The rivers, lakes and ocean all stood still,
74   And nothing stirr'd within their silent depths;
75   Ships sailorless lay rotting on the sea,
76   And their masts fell down piecemeal: as they dropp'd
77   They slept on the abyss without a surge--
78   The waves were dead; the tides were in their grave,
79   The moon, their mistress, had expir'd before;
80   The winds were wither'd in the stagnant air,
81   And the clouds perish'd; Darkness had no need
82   Of aid from them--She was the Universe.


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Screen Design (Electronic Edition):

Sian Meikle (University of Toronto Library)

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NOTES

Form:

mainly unrhymed

Composition Date:

July 1816