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His song, though very sweet, was low and faint, A simple strain
A mighty Phantasm, half concealed In darkness of his own exceeding light, Which clothed his awful presence unrevealed, Charioted on the
night Of thunder-smoke, whose skirts were chrysolite.
And like a sudden meteor, which outstrips
LINES WRITTEN FOR HELLAS
FAIREST of the Destinies,
Than the winged [bolts] thou bearest,
And the smile thou wearest
Is wrapped in light.
Could Arethuse to her forsaken urn
Again into the quivers of the Sun
Without a change, without a stain, —
Greece might again be free!
A star has fallen
the earth 'Mid the benighted nations,
A quenchless atom of immortal light,
A living spark of Night,
Swifter than the thunder fell
In the rapture of its mirth,
Ruining its chaos — a fierce breath
THE PINE FOREST OF THE CASCINE NEAR
FIRST DRAFT OF “TO JANE : THE INVITATION, THE
DEAREST, best and brightest,
To the woods and to the fields !
The eldest of the hours of Spring,
the silent sea,
The Pine Forest of the Cascine near Pisa. Published by Mrs. Shelley, 1824.
Radiant Sister of the Day,
Now the last day of many days,
We wandered to the Pine Forest
That skirts the Ocean's foam,
The tempest in its home.
The whispering waves were half asleep,
The clouds were gone to play,
The smile of Heaven lay.
It seemed as if the day were one
Sent from beyond the skies, 30 stems, Mrs. Shelley, 1824 || stones, Mrs. Shelley, 18391. Which shed to earth above the sun
A light of Paradise.
We paused amid the pines that stood
The giants of the waste, Tortured by storms to shapes as rude
With stems like serpents interlaced.
How calm it was - the silence there
By such a chain was bound That even the busy woodpecker
Made stiller by her sound
The inviolable quietness ;
The breath of peace we drew With its soft motion made not less
The calm that round us grew.
It seemed that from the remotest seat
Of the white mountain's waste, To the bright flower beneath our feet,
A magic circle traced ;
A spirit interfused around,
A thinking silent life,
Our mortal nature's strife;
And still it seemed the centre of
The magic circle there,
The breathless atmosphere.