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The chill rain is falling, the nipped worm is crawl
ing The rivers are swelling, the thunder is knelling
For the year ;
The blithe swallows are flown, and the lizards each gone
To his dwelling;
Of the dead cold year,
DEATH is here, and death is there,
Death has set his mark and seal
Death. Published by Mrs. Shelley, 1824.
These are dead, the debt is due,
All things that we love and cherish,
The fiery mountains answer each other,
When the clarion of the Typhoon is blown.
From a single cloud the lightning flashes,
Is bellowing underground.
But keener thy gaze than the lightning's glare, And swifter thy step than the earthquake's tramp; Thou deafenest the rage of the ocean ; thy stare Makes blind the volcanoes; the sun's bright lamp
To thine is a fen-fire damp.
Liberty. Published by Mrs. Shelley, 1824.
IV From billow and mountain and exhalation The sunlight is darted through vapor and blast; From spirit to spirit, from nation to nation, From city to hamlet, thy dawning is cast, And tyrants and slaves are like shadows of night
In the van of the morning light.
SUMMER AND WINTER
It was a bright and cheerful afternoon
It was a winter such as when birds die
Summer and Winter. Published by Mrs. Shelley, in The Keepsake, 1829.
THE TOWER OF FAMINE
AMID the desolation of a city,
Weeps o'er the shipwrecks of oblivion's wave,
For bread, and gold, and blood; pain, linked to guilt,
There stands the pile, a tower amid the towers
Of solitary wealth; the tempest-proof
And are withdrawn so that the world is bare; As if a spectre, wrapped in shapeless terror, Amid a company of ladies fair
Should glide and glow, till it became a mirror
The Tower of Famine. Published by Mrs. Shelley, in The Keepsake, 1829.
11-14 Each ... temple ... wealth, i the ... pavilion, Rossetti conj.
16 world || void, Rossetti conj.
The life of their sweet eyes, with all its error, Should be absorbed, till they to marble grew.
Stands yawning on the highway of the life Which we all tread, a cavern huge and gaunt;
Around it rages an unceasing strife Of shadows, like the restless clouds that haunt The gap of some cleft mountain, lifted high Into the whirlwinds of the upper sky.
And many pass it by with careless tread,
Not knowing that a shadowy .. Tracks
traveller even to where the dead Wait peacefully for their companion new; But others, by more curious humor led,
Pause to examine; these are very few, And they learn little there, except to know That shadows follow them where'er they go.
THE WORLD'S WANDERERS
Speed thee in thy fiery flight,