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IV I feed the clouds, the rainbows and the flowers

With their ethereal colors ; the moon's globe And the pure stars in their eternal bowers

Are cinctured with my power as with a robe; Whatever lamps on Earth or Heaven may shine Are portions of one power, which is mine.

V

I stand at noon upon the peak of Heaven,

Then with unwilling steps I wander down Into the clouds of the Atlantic even;

For grief that I depart they weep and frown. What look is more delightful than the smile With which I soothe them from the western isle ?

VI

I am the eye with which the Universe

Beholds itself, and knows itself divine;
All harmony of instrument or verse,

All prophecy, all medicine are mine,
All light of Art or Nature ; – to my song
Victory and praise in their own right belong.

HYMN OF PAN

I

From the forests and highlands

We

e come, we come ; From the river-girt islands, vi. 6 their || its, Rossetti. Hymn of Pan. Published by Mrs. Shelley, 1824.

Where loud waves are dumb

Listening to my sweet pipings. The wind in the reeds and the rushes,

The bees on the bells of thyme,
The birds on the myrtle bushes,

The cicale above in the lime,
And the lizards below in the grass,
Were as silent as ever old Tmolus was,

Listening to my sweet pipings.

II

Liquid Peneus was flowing,

And all dark Tempe lay
In Pelion's shadow, outgrowing

The light of the dying day,

Speeded by my sweet pipings. The Sileni, and Sylvans, and Fauns,

And the Nymphs of the woods and waves, To the edge of the moist river-lawns,

And the brink of the dewy caves, And all that did then attend and follow, Were silent with love, as you now, Apollo,

With envy of my sweet pipings.

III

I
sang of the dancing stars,

I sang of the dædal Earth,
And of Heaven - and the giant wars,

And Love, and Death, and Birth;

And then I changed my pipings, Singing how down the vale of Mænalus

I pursued a maiden and clasped a reed. Gods and men, we are all deluded thus !

It breaks in our bosom and then we bleed.

All wept, as I think both ye now would
If envy or age had not frozen your blood,

At the sorrow of my sweet pipings.

THE QUESTION

I

I DREAMED that, as I wandered by the way,

Bare winter suddenly was changed to spring, And gentle odors led my steps astray,

Mixed with a sound of waters murmuring Along a shelving bank of turf, which lay

Under a copse, and hardly dared to fling Its green arms round the bosom of the stream, But kissed it and then fled, as thou mightest in

dream.

II

There grew pied wind-flowers and violets,

Daisies, those pearled Arcturi of the earth, The constellated flower that never sets ;

Faint oxlips; tender bluebells, at whose birth The sod scarce heaved ; and that tall flower that

wets (Like a child, half in tenderness and mirth) Its mother's face with Heaven's collected tears, When the low wind, its playmate's voice, it hears.

The Question. Hunt, 1822 || A Dream. Harvard MS. Published by Hunt in The Literary Pocket-Book, 1822.

ii. 6 Harvard MS., Boscombe MS. || omit, Ollier MS., Mrs. Shelley, 1824.

ii 7 Heaven's collected, Harvard MS., Ollier MS., Hunt, 1822 || heaven-collected, Mrs. Shelley, 1824.

III
And in the warm hedge grew lush eglantine,

Green cowbind and the moonlight-colored May, And cherry blossoms, and white cups, whose wine

Was the bright dew yet drained not by the day, And wild roses, and ivy serpentine, With its dark buds and leaves, wandering

astray ; And flowers azure, black, and streaked with gold, Fairer than any wakened eyes behold.

IV

And nearer to the river's trembling edge
There grew broad flag-flowers, purple pranked

with white;
And starry river buds among the sedge;

And floating water-lilies, broad and bright, Which lit the oak that overhung the hedge With moonlight beams of their own watery

light; And bulrushes and reeds, of such deep green As soothed the dazzled eye with sober sheen.

V

Methought that of these visionary flowers

I made a nosegay, bound in such a way That the same hues, which in their natural bowers

Were mingled or opposed, the like array Kept these imprisoned children of the Hours

Within my hand, — and then, elate and gay, I hastened to the spot whence I had come, That I might there present it! – Oh, to whom?

THE TWO SPIRITS

AN ALLEGORY

FIRST SPIRIT

O Thou, who plumed with strong desire

Wouldst float above the earth, beware!
A Shadow tracks thy flight of fire

Night is coming!
Bright are the regions of the air,

And among the winds and beams
It were delight to wander there

Night is coming!

SECOND SPIRIT

The deathless stars are bright above;

If I would cross the shade of night,
Within my heart is the lamp of love,

And that is day!
And the moon will smile with gentle light

On my golden plumes where'er they move; The meteors will linger round my flight,

And make night day.

FIRST SPIRIT

But if the whirlwinds of darkness waken

Hail, and lightning, and stormy rain ?
See, the bounds of the air are shaken

Night is coming!
The red swift clouds of the hurricane

Yon declining sun have overtaken ;
The Two Spirits. Published by Mrs. Shelley, 1824.

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