Lips touched by seraphim God save the Queen! Sweet as if angels sang, Loud as that trumpet's clang, Wakening the world's dead gang,God save the Queen! ODE TO HEAVEN CHORUS OF SPIRITS FIRST SPIRIT PALACE-ROOF of cloudless nights! Deep, immeasurable, vast, Of acts and ages yet to come! Glorious shapes have life in thee, And icy moons most cold and bright, Even thy name is as a god, Of that power which is the glass Worship thee with bended knees. Ode to Heaven. Published with Prometheus Unbound, 1820. Dated in the Harvard MS., Florence, December, 1819. Their unremaining gods and they Thou remainest such alway. SECOND SPIRIT Thou art but the mind's first chamber, But the portal of the grave, THIRD SPIRIT Peace! the abyss is wreathed with scorn What is heaven? and what are ye Who its brief expanse inherit? What are suns and spheres which flee With the instinct of that Spirit Of which ye are but a part? Drops which Nature's mighty heart Drives through thinnest veins. Depart! What is heaven? a globe of dew, Filling in the morning new Some eyed flower whose young leaves waken On an unimagined world; Constellated suns unshaken, Orbits measureless, are furled In that frail and fading sphere, With ten millions gathered there, AN EXHORTATION CHAMELEONS feed on light and air ; Poets could but find the same Would they ever change their hue Twenty times a day? Poets are on this cold earth, Yet dare not stain with wealth or power A poet's free and heavenly mind. An Exhortation. Published with Prometheus Unbound, 1820. Dated in the Harvard MS., Pisa, April, 1820. ii. 1 on, Shelley, 1820 || in, Harvard MS. As their brother lizards are. ODE TO THE WEST WIND I O WILD West Wind, thou breath of Autumn's being, Thou, from whose unseen presence the leaves dead Are driven, like ghosts from an enchanter fleeing, Yellow, and black, and pale, and hectic red, The winged seeds, where they lie cold and low, Her clarion o'er the dreaming earth, and fill Wild Spirit, which art moving everywhere; II Thou on whose stream, mid the steep sky's com motion, Ode to the West Wind. Published with Prometheus Unbound, 1820. Composed in the wood near Florence, in the fall. |