10. But life's flood, that first by close impending Rocks confin'd, in wild descending Cataracts foam'd, now glides with even flow Here in mutual love their tumults steeping, 11. When, to animate the mass imbedded— Only zeal, impatient of repose, Finds Truth bubbling from her secret vein; Only to the chisel's ponderous blows Yields the marble's stubborn grain. 12. But to Beauty's sphere once penetrate, With the senseless matter which it sways. Stands the statue to the raptur'd gaze. There all doubts are hush'd, all conflict vanish'd, In the proud assurance of success; Thence all witnesses for ever banish'd When before the Law's majestic terror No created mind hath reach'd this centre. May no arch be spann'd-no bark may venture; 14. But, from bounds of sense deliver'd, soar All the terror of a God. 15. When ye stand begirt with Human woes- Priam's son his serpent folds would part, 16. But where 'bide pure Forms-in those bright regions Rude Affliction's storms no longer tear. Lovely as the hues of Iris, beaming 17. To the Despot's abject slave degraded, In eternal conflict waded Great Alcides through life's dreary ways, And, to free the lov'd one, plung'd while breathing In the bark which parted souls conveys. All the plagues and labours earth can muster On her victim's willing shoulders cluster— 18. Till the God, his mortal robe disclaiming, Die Ideale. THE IDEALS. THE following poem, which is so closely connected with the former, not only in point of title, and in order of time, but also by way of contrast, rather than of affinity, to the state of mind in which that was engendered, is disunited from it by Hoffmeister, in order to suit his theory of classification, but is here restored to what appears to be its proper position. It is less general, less metaphysical, more exclusively subjective and personal to the Poet, than either that with which it is thus brought into comparison, or than most of the Author's contemporaneous productions. It was preferred by Goethe to any of those preceding it, probably on the same grounds which will render it a greater favourite with English readers. Humboldt, who followed Schiller closely in his philosophical tastes and principles, while he fully admits its exceeding beauty of expression, is at a loss how to rank it among his friend's productions, accusing it at the same time of defects which Schiller himself, in his answer, thus excuses: "What you say of Die Ideale, that it wants force and fire, is very true; but I wonder that you should impute this as a fault. The Ideale is a plaintive poem, in which strength and compression of sentiment would be out of place; and there is no poem of the same class to which your objection would not with equal justice apply. The language of Complaint is always diffuse; and the Poem ought to be regarded rather as the cry of Nature-a Naturlaut, as Herder would term it-and as an expression of pain, which is inartificial and comparatively formless." The remainder of this piece of self-criticism—as indeed the whole of Schiller's correspondence with Humboldt on the subject of his poetry of this period-is well worth the attention of the German student, but must be here omitted; since the poem itself requires no further explanation to render its design quite intelligible. Humboldt, with great shew of reason, objects to the personification of Beschaftigung-here rendered Employment-in the concluding stanzas, and proposes Thatigkeit, or Activity, as more expressive of the state of mind to which it is meant to refer; but Schiller refuses to adopt the suggestion. Here also, as in the former poem, two or three stanzas were struck out by the Author in the Edition of his collected Poetry, but are now again restored, and are those included in brackets. 1. THUS wilt thou, faithless, from me sever ?. With all thy phantoms of delight, Thy cares, thy joys-with all, for ever, Inexorable, take thy flight? |