Palaces and Dungeons

The Dungeon

 By Samuel Taylor Coleridge  

And this place our forefathers made for man!
This is the process of our love and wisdom,
To each poor brother who offends against us –
Most innocent, perhaps -and what if guilty?
Is this the only cure? Merciful God!
Each pore and natural outlet shrivelled up
By Ignorance and parching Poverty,
His energies roll back upon his heart,
And stagnate and corrupt; till changed to poison,
They break out on him, like a loathsome plague-spot;
Then we call in our pampered mountebanks –
And this is their best cure! uncomforted
And friendless solitude, groaning and tears,
And savage faces, at the clanking hour,
Seen through the steam and vapours of his dungeon,
By the lamp’s dismal twilgiht! So he lies
Circled with evil, till his very soul
Unmoulds its essence, hopelessly deformed
By sights of ever more deformity!

With other ministrations thou, O Nature!
Healest thy wandering and distempered child:
Thou pourest on him thy soft influences,
Thy sunny hues, fair forms, and breathing sweets,
Thy melodies of woods, and winds, and waters,
Till he relent, and can no more endure
To be a jarring and a dissonant thing
Amid this general dance and minstrelsy;
But, bursting into tears, wins back his way,
His angry spirit healed and harmonized
By the benignant touch of Love and Beauty.

The Haunted Palace

by Edgar Allan Poe
(published 1839)
In the greenest of our valleys
   By good angels tenanted,
Once a fair and stately palace-
   Radiant palace- reared its head.
In the monarch Thought’s dominion-
   It stood there!
Never seraph spread a pinion
   Over fabric half so fair!
Banners yellow, glorious, golden,
   On its roof did float and flow,
(This- all this- was in the olden
   Time long ago,)
And every gentle air that dallied,
   In that sweet day,
Along the ramparts plumed and
pallid,
   A winged odor went away.
Wanderers in that happy valley,
   Through two luminous windows, saw
Spirits moving musically,
   To a lute’s well-tuned law,
Round about a throne where, sitting
   (
Porphyrogene!)
In state his glory well-befitting,
   The ruler of the realm was seen.
And all with pearl and ruby glowing
   Was the fair palace door,
Through which came flowing, flowing, flowing,
   And sparkling evermore,
A troop of Echoes, whose sweet duty
   Was but to sing,
In voices of surpassing beauty,
   The wit and wisdom of their king.

But evil things, in robes of sorrow,
   Assailed the monarch’s high estate.
(Ah, let us mourn!- for never morrow
   Shall dawn upon him desolate!)
And round about his home the glory
   That blushed and bloomed,
Is but a dim-remembered story
   Of the old time entombed.
And travellers, now, within that valley,
   Through the red-litten windows see
Vast forms, that move fantastically
   To a discordant melody,
While, like a ghastly rapid river,
   Through the pale door
A hideous throng rush out forever
  
 
And laugh- but smile no more.

photo credits copyright of Shani Oates


Advertisements

~ by meanderingsofthemuse on April 4, 2011.

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s

 
Picnic in Akeldama

Cooking... And something like cooking...

Tales From The Under Gardener's Lodge

Home, hearth and life immeasurable

Of Axe and Plough

Musings from a Germanic polytheistic Pagan with Roman inclinations

My search for magic

Looking for magic in the modern world

Man of Goda

People of Goda, Clan of Tubal Cain

Cymraes's Corner

~ weird and wonderful blogging from the Welsh Marches ~

The Elder Tree

Life as a Witch.

Sorcerous Transmutations

Meanderings of the Muse:honouring the sacred muse in word and vision

Across the Abyss

Meanderings of the Muse:honouring the sacred muse in word and vision

Clan of the Entangled Thicket 1734

Meanderings of the Muse:honouring the sacred muse in word and vision

Chattering Magpie - Summoner of the Hearth

Meanderings of the Muse:honouring the sacred muse in word and vision

The Cunning Apostle

Cunning Man, Mystic, Eccentric & Outcast

Wyrd Jack Ord

A Wanderer

%d bloggers like this: