Disorder!!!

Manfredo - Lord Byron

Nemesis

By the power which hath broken

The grave which enthrall'd thee,

Speak to him who hath spoken,

Or those who have call'd thee!

Man.                                                                                                 She is silent,

  And in that silence I am more than answered.

Nem. My powers extend no further. Prince of air!

  It rests with thee alone - command her voice,

Ari. Spirit - obey this sceptre!

Nem.                                                                     Silent still!

     She is not of our order, but belongs

     To the others powers. Mortal thy quest is vain,

     And we are baffled also.

Man.                                                    Hear me, hear me -

   Astarte! my beloved! speak to me:

   I have so much endured - so much - endure - 

   Look on me! the grave hath not changed thee more

  Than I am changed for thee. Thou lovedst me 

  Too much, as I loved thee: we were not made

  To torture thus each other, though it were

  The deadliest sin to love as we have loved.

  Say that thou loath'st me not - that I do bear

  This punishment for both - that thou wilt be

  One of the blessed - and that I shall die,

  For hitherto all hateful things conspire

 To bind me in existence - in a life

  Wich makes me shrink from immortality - 

  A future like the past. I cannot rest. 

  I know not what I ask, nor what I seek: 

  I feel but thou art - and what I am;

 And I would hear yet once before I perish

 The voice which was my music - Speak to me! 

 For I have call'd on thee in the still night,

Startled the slumbering birds from the hush'd boughs,

And woke the mountain wolves, and made the caves

Acquainted with thy vainly echoed name,

Wich answered me - many things answered me - 

Spirits and men - but thou wert silent all.

Yet speak to me! I have outwatch'd the stars,
And gazed o'er heaven in vain in search of thee
Speak to me! I have wandered o'er the earth
And never found thy likeness - Speak to me!
Look on the friends around - they feel for me:
I fear them not, and feel for me:
I fear them not, and feel for thee alone
Speak to me! though it be in wraith; - but say - 
I reck not what - but let me hear thee once - 
This once - once more!
PHANTOM OF ASTARTE. Manfred!
MAN.                                                    Say on, say on - 
 I live but in the sound - it is thy voice!
PHAN. Manfred! To-morrow ends thine earthly ills.
 Farewell!
MAN. Yet one word more - am I forgiven?
PHAN. Farewell!
MAN.                 Say, shall we meet again?
PHAN.                                                          Farewell!
MAX. One word of mercy! Say thou lovest me.
PHAN. Manfred!   
                                            [The spirit of ASTARTE disappears