VI

I sat forlornly by the river-side.
And watched the bridge-lamps glow like golden stars
Above the blackness of the swelling tide,
Down which they struck rough gold in ruddier bars ;
And heard the heave and plashing of the flow
Against the wall a dozen feet below.

Large elm-trees stood along that river-walk ;
And under one, a few steps from my seat,
I heard strange voices join in stranger talk,
Although I had not heard approaching feet :
These bodiless voices in my waking dream
Flowed dark words blending with the sombre stream :

And you have after all come back ; come back.
I was about to follow on your track.
And you have failed : our spark of hope is black.

That I have failed is proved by my return :
The spark is quenched, nor ever more will burn.
But listen ; and the story you shall learn.

I reached the portal common spirits fear,
And read the words above it, dark yet clear,
" Leave hope behind, all ye who enter here : "

And would have passed in, gratified to gain
That positive eternity of pain,
Instead of this insufferable inane.

A demon warder clutched me, Not so fast ;
First leave your hopes behind ! — But years have passed
Since I left all behind me, to the last :

You cannot count for hope, with all your wit,
This bleak despair that drives me to the Pit :
How could I seek to enter void of it ?

He snarled, What thing is this which apes a soul,
And would find entrance to our gulf of dole
Without the payment of the settled toll ?

Outside the gate he showed an open chest :
Here pay their entrance fees the souls unblest ;
Cast in some hope, you enter with the rest.

This is Pandora's box ; whose lid shall shut,
And Hell-gate too, when hopes have filled it ; but
They are so thin that it will never glut.

I stood a few steps backwards, desolate ;
And watched the spirits pass me to their fate.
And fling off hope, and enter at the gate.

When one casts off a load he springs upright,
Squares back his shoulders, breathes wuth all his might.
And briskly paces forward strong and light :

But these, as if they took some burden, bowed ;
The whole frame sank ; however strong and proud
Before, they crept in quite infirm and cowed.

And as they passed me, earnestly from each
A morsel of his hope I did beseech,
To pay my entrance ; but all mocked my speech.

Not one would cede a tittle of his store,
Though knowing that in instants three or four
He must resign the whole for evermore.

So I returned. Our destiny is fell ;
For in this Limbo we must ever dwell,
Shut out alike from Heaven and Earth and Hell.

The other sighed back, Yea ; but if we grope
With care through all this Limbo's dreary scope,
We yet may pick up some minute lost hope ;

And, sharing it between us, entrance win,
In spite of fiends so jealous for gross sin :
Let us without delay our search begin.