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Panthea, 'Tis the deep music of the We, beyond heaven, are driven along:
rolling world Semichorus II.
Kindling within the strings of the waved
air, Us the enchantments of earth retain :
Listen too, Ceaseless, and rapid, and fierce, and free, How every pause is filled with underWith the Spirits which build a new earth
Clear, silver, icy, keen, awakening tones, And a heaven where yet heaven could Which pierce the sense, and live within never be.
the soul, Semichorus II.
As the sharp stars pierce winter's crystal Solemn, and slow, and serene, and bright, And gaze upon themselves within the sea.
air Leading the Day and outspeeding the
But see where through two With the powers of a world of perfect
openings in the forest light.
Which hanging branches overcanopy,
And where two runnels of a rivulet, Semichorus I. We whirl, singing loud, round the gather. Have made their path of melody, like
Between the close moss violet-inwoven, ing sphere,
sisters Till the trees, and the beasts, and the Who part with sighs that they may meet
in smiles, From itschaos made calm by love, not fear. Turning their dear disunion to an isle Semichorus II.
Of lovely grief, a wood of sweet sad We encircle the ocean and mountains of thoughts ; earth,
Two visions of strange radiance float And the happy forms of its death and birth
upon Change to the music of our sweet mirth. The ocean-like enchantment of strong
sound, Chorus of Hours and Spirits. Which flows intenser, keener, deeper yet Break the dance, and scatter the song, Under the ground and through the wind. Let some depart, and some remain,
less air. Wherever we fly we lead along
Ione. I see achariot like that thinnest In leashes, like starbeams, soft yet boat, strong,
In which the mother of the months is The clouds that are heavy with love's
borne sweet rain.
By ebbing night into her western cave, Panthea. Ha! they are gone! When she upsprings from interlunar Ione.
Yet feel you no delight dreams, From the past sweetness?
O'er which is curved an orblike canopy Panthea, As the bare green hill Of gentle darkness, and the hills and When some soft cloud vanishes into rain,
woods Laughs with a thousand drops of sunny Distinctly seen through that dusk airy
veil, To the unpavilioned sky!
Regard like shapes in an enchanter's Tone. .
Even whilst we speak glass; New notes arise. What is that awful Its wheels are solid clouds, azure and sound?
Such as the genii of the thunderstorm Such as ghosts dream dwell in the lamp. Pile on the floor of the illumined sea
less deep, When the sun rushes under it; they roll Yet each inter-transpicuous, and they And move and grow as with an inward whirl wind;
Over each other with a thousand motions, Within it sits a wingèd infant, white Upon a thousand sightless axles spinning, Its countenance, like the whiteness of And with the force of self-destroying bright snow,
swiftness, Its plumes are as feathers of sunny frost, Intensely, slowly, solemnly roll on, Its limbs gleam white, through the wind. Kindling with mingled sounds, and flowing solds
many tones, Of its white robe, woof of ethereal pearl. Intelligible words and music wild. Its hair is white, the brightness of white With mighty whirl the multitudinous light
orb Scattered in strings; yet its two eyes Grinds the bright brook into an azure are heavens
mist Of liquid darkness, which the Deity Of elemental subtlety, like light ; Within seems pouring, as a storm is And the wild odour of the forest flowers, poured
The music of the living grass and air, From jagged clouds, out of their arrowy The emerald light of leas-entangled beams lashes,
Round its intense yet self-conflicting Tempering the cold and radiant air speed, around,
Seem kneaded into one aërial mass With fire that is not brightness ; in its Which drowns the sense. Within the hand
orb itself, It sways a quivering moonbeam, from Pillowed upon its alabaster arms, whose point
Like to a child o'erwearied with sweet A guiding power directs the chariot's toil, prow
On its own folded wings, and wavy hair, Over its wheeled clouds, which as they The Spirit of the Earth is laid asleep, roll
And you can see its little lips are Over the grass, and flowers, and waves, moving, wake sounds,
Amid the changing light of their own Sweet as a singing rain of silver dew.
smiles, Panthea. And from the other open. Like one who talks of what he loves ing in the wood
in dream. Rushes, with loud and whirlwind har. lone. 'Tis only mocking the orb's mony,
harmony. A sphere, which is as many thousand Panthea. And from a star upon its spheres,
forehead, shoot, Solid as crystal, yet through all its mass Like swords of azure fire, or golden Flow, as through empty space, music
spears and light :
With tyrant-quelling myrtle overtwined, Ten thousand orbsinvolving and involved, Embleming heaven and earth united Purple and azure, white, and green, and
Vast beams like spokes of some invisible Sphere within sphere ; and every space
Which whirl as the orb whirls, swister Peopled with unimaginable shapes,
Filling the abyss with sun-like lightnings, And serpents, bony chains, twisted And perpendicular now, and now trans
The iron crags, or within heaps of dust Pierce the dark soil, and as they pierce To which the tortuous strength of their
Make bare the secrets of the earth's deep Had crushed the iron crags; and over heart;
these Infinite mine of adamant and gold, The jagged alligator, and the might Valueless stones, and unimagined gems, Of earth-convulsing behemoth, which And caverns
on crystalline columns poised
Were monarch beasts, and on the slimy With vegetable silver overspread ;
shores, Wells of unfathomed fire, and water And weed-overgrown continents of earth, springs
Increased and multiplied like summer Whence the great sea, even as a child is fed,
On an abandoned corpse, till the blue Whose vapours clothe earth's monarch globe mountain-tops
Wrapt deluge round it like a cloke, and With kingly, ermine snow. The beams they flash on
Yelled, gasped, and were abolished; or And make appear the melancholy ruins
some God Of cancelled cycles; anchors, beaks of Whose throne was in a comet, past, and ships;
cried, Planksturned to marble; quivers, helms, Be not ! And like my words they were and spears,
no more. And gorgon - - headed targes, and the
The Earth. wheels
The joy, the triumph, the delight, Of scythèd chariots, and the emblazonry the madness! Of trophies, standards, and armorial The boundless, overflowing, bursting beasts,
gladness, Round which death laughed, sepulchred The vaporous exultation not to be conemblems
fined ! Of dead destruction, ruin within ruin ! Ha! ha! the animation of delight The wrecks beside of many a city vast, Which wraps me, like an atmosWhose population which the earth grew phere of light,
And bears me as a cloud is borne by Was mortal, but not human; see, they
its own wind.
The Moon. Their monstrous works, and uncouth Brother mine, calm wanderer, skeletons,
Happy globe of land and air, Their statues, homes and fanes; pro- Some Spirit is darted like a beam from digious shapes
thee, Huddled in gray annihilation, split, Which penetrates my frozen frame, Jammed in the hard, black deep; and And passes with the warmth of flame, over these,
With love, and odour, and deep melody The anatomies of unknown winged
Through me, through me! things,
The Earth. And fishes which were isles of living IIa! ha! the caverns of my hollow scale,
Is loosened into living fountains, My solid oceans flow, and sing, and
shine: A spirit from my heart bursts forth,
It clothes with unexpected birth My cold bare bosom : Oh! it must be
On mine, on mine!
flowers grow, And living shapes upon my bosom
Winged clouds soar here and there, Dark with the rain new buds are dream
'Tis love, all love!
My cloven fire-crags, sound-exulting
fountains Laugh with a vast and inextinguishable
laughter. The oceans, and the deserts, and the
abysses, And the deep air's unmeasured
wildernesses, Answer from all their clouds and billows,
echoing after They cry aloud as I do. Sceptred
curse, Who all our green and azure uni
verse Threatenedst to muffle round with black
destruction, sending A solid cloud to rain hot thunder
stones, And splinter and knead down my
children's bones, All I bring forth, to one void mass
battering and blending. Until each crag - like tower, and
storied column, Palace, and obelisk, and temple
solemn, My imperial mountains crowned with
cloud, and snow, and fire; My sea-like forests, every blade and
blossom Which finds a grave or cradle in
my bosom, Were stamped by thy strong hate into a
lifeless mire. How art thou sunk, withdrawn,
covered, drunk up By thirsty nothing, as the brackish
cup Drained by a desert-troop, a little drop
for all; And from beneath, around, within,
above, Filling thy void annihilation, love Burst in like light on caves cloven by
clay doth pass, Into the utmost leaves and delicatest
flowers; Upon the winds, among the clouds
'tis spread, It wakes a life in the forgotten
dead, They breathe a spirit up from their
obscurest bowers. And like a storm bursting its cloudy
prison With thunder, and with whirlwind, has
arisen Out of the lampless caves of unimagined
being: With earthquake shock and swift
ness making shiver Thought's stagnant chaos, unre
moved for ever, Till hate, and fear, and pain, light
vanquished shadows, fleeing, Leave Man, who was a many-sided
mirror, Which could distort to many a shape of error,
The Moon. The snow upon my lifeless mountains
This true fair world of things, a sea A spirit ill to guide, but mighty to obey, reflecting love;
Is as a tempest-winged ship, whose Which over all his kind as the sun's
Love rules, through waves which Gliding o'er ocean, smooth, serene, dare not overwhelm, and even
Forcing life's wildest shores to own its Darting from starry depths radiance and sovereign sway. life, doth move,
All things confess his strength. Leave Man, even as a leprous child Through the cold mass is left,
Or marble and of colour his dreams Who follows a sick beast to some
pass; warm cleft
Bright threads whence mothers weave Of rocks, through which the might of
the robes their children wear; healing springs is poured;
Language is a perpetual orphic song, Then when it wanders home with
Which rules with Dadal harmony rosy smile,
a throng Unconscious, and its mother fears of thoughts and forms, which else senseawhile
less and shapeless were. It is a spirit, then, weeps on her child
The lightning is his slave; heaven's restored.
utmost deep Man, oh, not men ! a chain of
Gives up her stars, and like a flock linked thought,
of sheep of love and might to be divided not,
They pass before his eye, are numbered,
and roll on! Compelling the elements with adaman. tine stress;
The tempest is his steed, he strides
the air; As the sun rules, even with a tyrant's gaze,
And the abyss shouts from her
depth laid bare, The unquiet republic of the maze
Heaven, hast thou secrets?
Man unOf planets, struggling fierce towards
veils me; I have none. heaven's free wilderness.
The Moon. Man, one harmonious soul of many
The shadow of white death has past a soul,
From my path in heaven at last, Whose nature is its own divine
A clinging shroud of solid frost and control,
sleep; Where all things flow to all, as rivers to
And through my newly-woven bowers,
Wander happy paramours, Familiar acts are beautiful through Less mighty, but as mild as those who love;
keep Labour, and pain, and grief, in
Thy vales more deep. life's green grove Sport like tame beasts, none knew how
The Earth. gentle they could be !
As the dissolving warmth of dawn His will, with all mean passions, A half unfrozen dew.globe, green, bad delights,
and gold, And selfish cares, its trembling And crystalline, till it becomes a winged satellites,