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And greetings of delighted wonder, all The abysses of the sky and the wide Went to their sleep again : and when earth, the dawn
There was a change : the impalpable Came, would’st thou think that toads, thin air and snakes, and efts,
And the all-circling sunlight were transCould e'er be beautiful? yet so they were, formed, And that with little change of shape or As if the sense of love dissolved in them hue :
Had folded itself round the sphered All things had put their evil nature off : world. I cannot tell my joy, when o'er a lake My vision then grew clear, and I could Upon a drooping bough with night- see shade twined,
Into the mysteries of the universe : I saw two azure halcyons clinging down. Dizzy as with delight I floated down, ward
Winnowing the lightsome air with languid And thinning one bright bunch of amber plumes, berries,
My coursers sought their birthplace in With quick long beaks, and in the deep
the sun, there lay
Where they henceforth will live exempt Those lovely forms imaged as in a sky; from toil So, with my thoughts full of these happy Pasturing flowers of vegetable fire ; changes,
And where my moonlike car will stand We meet again, the happiest change of within all.
A temple, gazed upon by Phidian forms Asia. And never will we part, till Of thee, and Asia, and the Earth, and thy chaste sister
me, Who guides the frozen and inconstant And you fair nymphs looking the love
we feel,Will look on thy more warm and equal In memory of the tidings it has borne,light
Beneath a dome fretted with graven Till her heart thaw like flakes of April flowers,
Poised on twelve columns of resplendent And love thee.
stone, Spirit of the Earth. What; as And open to the bright and liquid sky.
Asia loves Prometheus ? Yoked to it by an amphisbenic snake Asia. Peace, wanton, thou art yet The likeness of those winged steeds will not old enough.
mock Think ye by gazing on each other's eyes The flight from which they find repose. To multiply your lovely selves, and fill Alas, With sphered fires the interlunar air ? Whither has wandered now my partial Spirit of the Earth. Nay, mother, tongue
while my sister trims her lamp When all remains untold which ye would 'Tis hard I should go darkling.
Listen ; look ! As I have said I floated to the earth : The Spirit Of The Hour enters. It was, as it is still, the pain of bliss Prometheus. We feel what thou hast To move, to breathe, to be; I wanderheard and seen : yet speak.
ing went Spirit of the Hour. Soon as the Among the haunts and dwellings of mansound had ceased whose thunder
And first was disappointed not to see
Such mighty change as I had felt within Looking emotions once they feared to
And changed to all which once they And behold, thrones were kingless, and dared not be, men walked
Yet being now, made earth like heaven; One with the other even as spirits do,
nor pride, None fawned, none trampled ; hate, Nor jealousy, nor envy, nor ill shame, disdain, or fear,
The bitterest of those drops of treasured Self-love or self-contempt, on human gall, brows,
Spoilt the sweet taste of the nepenthe, No more inscribed, as o'er the gate of love.
hell, “ All hope abandon ye who enter here ;” Thrones, altars, judgment - seats, and None frowned, none trembled, none prisons; wherein, with eager fear
And beside which, by wretched men Gazed on another's eye of cold command,
were borne Until the subject of the tyrant's will
Sceptres, tiaras, swords, and chains, Became, worse sate, the abject of his
and tomes own,
Of reasoned wrong, glozed on by ignorWhich spurred him, like an outspent
ance, horse, to death.
Were like those monstrous and barbaric None wrought his lips in truth-entang
shapes, ling lines
The ghosts of a no more remembered Which smiled the lie his tongue disdained
fame, to speak ;
Which, from their unworn obelisks, None, with firm sneer, trod out in his
look forth own heart
In triumph o'er the palaces and tombs The sparks of love and hope till there of those who were their conquerors : remained
mouldering round Those bitter ashes, a soul self-consumed, Those imaged to the pride of kings and And the wretch crept a vampire among priests, men,
A dark yet mighty faith, a power as Insecting all with his own hideous ill;
wide None talked that common, false, cold, As is the world it wasted, and are now hollow talk
But an astonishment; even so the tools Which makes the heart deny the yes it And emblems of its last captivity, breathes,
Amid the dwellings of the peopled Yet question that unmeant hypocrisy
earth, With such a self-mistrust as has no name. Stand, not o'erthrown, but unregarded And women, too, frank, beautiful, and kind
And those foul shapes, abhorred by god As the free heaven which rains fresh light and dew
Which, under many a name and many a On the wide earth, past; gentle radiant
Strange, savage, ghastly, dark and From custom's evil taint exempt and execrable, pure;
Were Jupiter, the tyrant of the world; Speaking the wisdom once they could And which the nations, panic-stricken,
With blood, and hearts broken by long For the sun, their swift shepherd, hope, and love
To their folds them compelling, Dragged to his altars soiled and garland- In the depths of the dawn, less,
Hastes, in metcor-eclipsing array, and And slain among men's unreclaiming
they fee tears,
Beyond his blue dwelling, Flattering the thing they feared, which As fawns flee the leopard. fear was hate,
But where are ye? Frown, mouldering fast, o'er their abandoned shrines :
A Train of dark Forms and Shadows “The painted veil, by those who were, passes by confusedly, singing. called lise,
Here, oh, here: Which mimicked, as with colours idly
We bear the bier spread,
Of the Father of many a cancelled year! All men believed and hoped, is torn
Spectres we aside;
Of the dead Hours be, The loathsome mask has fallen, the man We bear Time to his tomb in eternity.
remains Sceptreless, free, uncircumscribed, but
Strew, oh, strew
Hair, not yew! Equal, unclassed, tribeless, and nation. Wet the dusty pall with tears, not dew! less,
Be the faded flowers Exempt from awe, worship, degree, the
Or Death's bare bowers king
Spread on the corpse of the King of Over hiinself; just, gentle, wise: but
Haste, oh, haste! Passionless; no, yet free from guilt or
As shades are chased, pain,
Trembling, by day, from heaven's blue Which were, for his will made or suffered
We melt away, Nor yet exempt, tho' ruling them like
Like dissolving spray, slaves,
From the children of a diviner day, From chance, and death, and mutability,
With the lullaby The clogs of that which else might over
Of winds that die
On the bosom of their own harmony! The loftiest star of unascended heaven,
lone. Pinnacled dim in the intense inane.
What dark forms were they?
The past Hours weak and gray,
With the spoil which their toil
Raked her SCENE, A PART OF THE FOREST NEAR From the conquest but One could soil. THE CAVE oF PROMETHEUS. PAN
Ione. THEA and IONE are sleeping: they
llave they past? awaken gradually during the first
They have past;
They outspeeded the blast,
While 'tis said, they are fled :
We have known the voice of Love in To the dark, to the past, to the dead.
We have felt the wand of Power, and l'oice of unseen Spirits.
As the billows leap in the morning
beams! They are gathered and driven
Chorus. By the storm of delight, by the panic of Weave the dance on the floor of the glee!
breeze, They shake with emotion,
Pierce with song heaven's silent light, They dance in their mirth.
Enchant the day that too swiftly flees, But where are ye?
To check its fight ere the cave of
Once the hungry Hours were hounds
Which chased the day like a bleeding Fresh music are flinging,
deer, Like the notes of a spirit from land and And it limped and stumbled with many from sea;
Through the nightly dells of the
oh weave the mystic measure Ione. What charioteers are these?
Or music, and dance, and shapes of Panthea. Where are their
light, chariots ?
Let the Hours, and the spirits of might Semichorus of Hours.
and pleasure, The voice of the Spirits of Air and of Like the clouds and sunbeams, unite.
Unite! Which covered our being and darkened
Panthea. See, where the Spirits of our birth
the human mind In the deep.
Wrapt in sweet sounds, as in bright veils, A Voice.
Chorus of Spirits.
We join the throng
Of the dance and the song,
By the whirlwind of gladness borne along; An hundred ages we had been kept
As the flying-fish leap Cradled in visions of hate and care,
From the Indian deep, And each one who waked as his brother And mix with the sea-birds, half asleep.
Chorus of Hours.
Whence come ye, so wild and so flect,
And your wings are soft and swist as
thought, And your eyes are
as love which is veiled not?
Chorus of Spirits.
Of human kind
Of clear emotion,
From that deep abyss
Of wonder and bliss,
From those skiey towers
Where Thought's crowned powers Sit watching your dance, ye happy
Of woven caresses,
Where sweet Wisdom smiles, Delaying your ships with her syren wiles.
From the temples high
Of Man's ear and eye,
From the murmurings
or the unsealed springs Where Science bedews his Dædal wings.
The human love lies
Chorus of Spirits and Hours.
measure; From the depths of the sky and the ends
of the earth, Come, swist Spirits of might and of
pleasure, Fill the dance and the music of mirth, As the waves of a thousand streams
Chorus of Spirits.
Our task is done,
Beyond and around,
Or within the bound
Of the starry skies
Death, Chaos, and Night,
From the sound of our flight,
And the Spirit of Might,
fiery slight; And Love, Thought, and Breath,
The powers that quell Death, Wherever we soar shallassemble beneath.
Years after years,
Through blood, and tears,
and fears ;
And the islets were few
Are sandalled with calı,
And our singing shall build
In the void's loose field A world for the Spirit of Wisdom to wield;
We will take our plan
From the new world of man, And our work shall be called the Pro.
Chorus of Hours. Break the dance, and scatter the song ;
Let some depart, and some remain.