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Those clouds of aëry gold,
Beneath the azure canopy,
While slight and odorous mists
The Dæmon and the Spirit
There, far as the remotest line
Each with undeviating aim
Pursued its wondrous way.
Awhile the Spirit paused in ecstasy.
And they did build vast trophies, instruments
tongues Tremble to speak; they did rage horribly, Breathing in self-contempt fierce blasphemies Against the Dæmon of the World, and high Hurling their armed hands where the pure Spirit, Serene and inaccessibly secure, Stood on an isolated pinnacle, The flood of ages combating below, The depth of the unbounded universe
Above, and all around Necessity's unchanging harmony.
THE DÆMON OF THE WORLD
O HAPPY Earth! reality of Heaven!
Genius has seen thee in her passionate dreams, And dim forebodings of thy loveliness Haunting the human heart have there entwined Those rooted hopes, that the proud Power of Evil Shall not forever on this fairest world Shake pestilence and war, or that his slaves With blasphemy for prayer, and human blood For sacrifice, before his shrine forever In adoration bend, or Erebus With all its banded fiends shall not uprise To overwhelm in envy and revenge
The Dæmon of the World. II. Published by Forman, 1876.
Or that its jaws
The dauntless and the good, who dare to hurl
The Spirit saw The vast frame of the renovated world Smile in the lap of Chaos, and the sense Of hope through her fine texture did suffuse Such varying glow, as summer evening casts On undulating clouds and deepening lakes. Like the vague sighings of a wind at even, That wakes the wavelets of the slumbering sea And dies on the creation of its breath, And sinks and rises, fails and swells by fits, Was the sweet stream of thought that with mild
motion Flowed o'er the Spirit's human sympathies. The mighty tide of thought had paused awhile, Which from the Dæmon now like Ocean's stream Again began to pour. — 33 saw || felt, MS. cancelled. 36 through || on, MS cancelled.
46 The mighty stream of thought had calmly flowed, MS. cancelled.
43 pour || flow, MS. cancelled.
“ To me is given The wonders of the human world to keep Space, matter, time and mind — let the sight Renew and strengthen all thy failing hope. All things are recreated, and the flame Of consentaneous love inspires all life; The fertile bosom of the earth gives suck To myriads, who still grow beneath her care, Rewarding her with their pure perfectness ; The balmy breathings of the wind inhale Her virtues, and diffuse them all abroad ; Health floats amid the gentle atmosphero, Glows in the fruits, an l mantles on the stream ; No storms deform the beaming brow of heaven, Nor scatter in the freshness of its pride The foliage of the undecaying trees; But fruits are ever ripe, flowers ever fair, And Autumn proudly bears her matron grace, Kindling a flush on the fair cheek of Spring, Whose virgin bloom beneath the ruddy fruit Reflect; its tint and blushes into love.
The habitable earth is full of bliss; Those wastes of frozen billows that were hurled By everlasting snowstorms round the poles, Where matter dared nor vegetate nor live, But ceaseless frost round the vast solitude Bound its broad zone of stillness, are unloosed ; And fragrant zephyrs there from spicy isles Ruffle the placid ocean-deep, that rolls
50–51 let hope ||