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"When the sun lingered o'er his ocean

To gild his rival's new prosperity.
Thou wouldst forget thus vainly to de-

"Ills, which if ills can find no cure from thee,

The thought of which no other sleep will quell,

Nor other music blot from memory,

"So sweet and deep is the oblivious spell;

And whether life had been before that

The heaven which I imagine, or a hell
"Like this harsh world in which I wake
to weep,
I know not. I arose, and for a space
The scene of woods and waters seemed
to keep,

"Though it was now broad day, a gentle


"A Shape all light, which with one hand did fling


With winding paths of emerald fire; there stood

Dew on the earth, as if she were the dawn,

And the invisible rain did ever sing

"Amid the sun, as he amid the blaze
Of his own glory, on the vibrating
Floor of the fountain, paved with flash-
ing rays,


A silver music on the mossy lawn; And still before me on the dusky grass, Iris her many-coloured scarf had drawn:

"In her right hand she bore a crystal glass,

Mantling with bright Nepenthe; the fierce splendour

Fell from her as she moved under the

"Head under the dark boughs, till like a willow,

Of light diviner than the common sun Sheds on the common earth, and all the place

Her fair hair swept the bosom of the "Was filled with magic sounds woven That whispered with delight to be its


into one


Oblivious melody, confusing sense
Amid the gliding waves and shadows


"Of the deep cavern, and with palms
so tender,
Their tread broke not the mirror of its

Glided along the river, and did bend

"As one enamoured is upborne in dream O'er lily-paven lakes 'mid silver mist, “And, as I looked, the bright omni- To wondrous music, so this shape might


Of morning through the orient cavern

And the sun's image radiantly intense
"Burned on the waters of the well that

Like gold, and threaded all the forest's

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'Partly to tread the waves with feet which kissed

The dancing foam; partly to glide along The air which roughened the moist amethyst,

"Or the faint morning beams that fell among

The trees, or the soft shadows of the trees;

And her feet, ever to the ceaseless song

"Of leaves, and winds, and waves, and birds, and bees,

And falling drops, moved in a measure And as a shut lily stricken by the wand Of dewy morning's vital alchemy,


Yet sweet, as on the summer evening breeze,

"Up from the lake a shape of golden


Between two rocks, athwart the rising

moon, Dances i' the wind, where never eagle flew ;

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"I rose; and, bending at her sweet command,

Touched with faint lips the cup she raised,

And suddenly my brain became as sand

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"Or the soft note in which his dear lament

The Brescian shepherd breathes, or the


That turned his weary slumber to content;

"So knew I in that light's severe excess The presence of that shape which on the


Moved, as I moved along the wilderness,

"More dimly than a day-appearing Round the high moon in a bright sea of dream,


And more did follow, with exulting hymn,

The ghost of a forgotten form of sleep; A light of heaven, whose half-extinguished beam

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"And underneath ethereal glory clad The wilderness, and far before her flew The tempest of the splendour, which


The grassy vesture of the desert, played, Forgetful of the chariot's swift advance; "Others stood gazing, till within the

"The chariot and the captives fettered there :


Of the great mountain its light left them
Others outspeeded it; and others made
"Circles around it, like the clouds that

But all like bubbles on an eddying flood
Fell into the same track at last, and



"Borne onward.-I among the multiWas swept-me, sweetest flowers delayed not long;

Me, not the shadow nor the solitude;

"Me, not that falling stream's Lethean


Me, not the phantom of that early form, Which moved upon its motion-but among

"Before the chariot had begun to climb The opposing steep of that mysterious dell, "Shadow to fall from leaf and stone; Behold a wonder worthy of the rhyme the crew

Seemed in that light, like atomies to
Within a sunbeam;-some upon the new
"" 'Embroidery of flowers, that did en-

"The thickest billows of that living


I plunged, and bared my bosom to the clime

Of that cold light, whose airs too soon deform.

"Of him who from the lowest depths of hell,

Through every paradise and through all glory,

Love led serene, and who returned to tell

"The words of hate and awe; the won-
drous story

How all things are transfigured except

For deaf as is a sea, which wrath makes

"The world can hear not the sweet notes that move

The sphere whose light is melody to To reassume the delegated power, loversArrayed in which those worms did monarchise,

A wonder worthy of his rhyme.-The

"Grew dense with shadows to its inmost
The earth was gray with phantoms, and
the air

Was peopled with dim forms, as when
there hovers

"A flock of vampire-bats before the

Of the tropic sun, bringing, ere evening,
Strange night upon some Indian isle;—
thus were
"Phantoms diffused around; and some
did fling

On fairest bosoms and the sunniest hair, Shadows of shadows, yet unlike them- Fell, and were melted by the youthful selves,


Behind them; some like eaglets on the


apes On vulgar hands, . Some made a cradle of the ermined capes

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"Of kingly mantles; some across the tiar

Of pontiffs sate like vultures; others played

Under the crown which girt with empire

"Who made this earth their charnel. Others more

Humble, like falcons, sate upon the fist Of common men, and round their heads did soar;

"Which they extinguished; and, like tears, they were "Were lost in the white day; others A veil to those from whose faint lids like elves

they rained

Danced in a thousand unimagined shapes
Upon the sunny streams and grassy

In drops of sorrow. I became aware


"Of whence those forms proceeded which thus stained

"And others sate chattering like restless The track in which we moved. After

"A baby's or an idiot's brow, and
Their nests in it. The old anatomies
Sate hatching their bare broods under
the shade

"Or like small gnats and flies, as thick as mist


evening marshes, thronged about


"Of dæmon wings, and laughed from their dead eyes

the brow

lawyers, statesmen, priest and theorist ;

"And others, like discoloured flakes of


brief space,

From every form the beauty slowly waned;

"From every firmest limb and fairest face

The strength and freshness fell like dust,
and left

The action and the shape without the
"Of life. The marble brow of youth
was cleft

With care; and in those eyes where
once hope shone,
Desire, like a lioness bereft

"Of her last cub, glared ere it died; each one

Of that great crowd sent forth incessantly

These shadows, numerous as the dead leaves blown

"In autumn evening from a poplar tree. Each like himself and like each other were

At first; but some distorted seemed to be

"Obscure clouds, moulded by the casual
And of this stuff the car's creative ray
Wrought all the busy phantoms that
were there,

"As the sun shapes the clouds; thus on the way

Mask after mask fell from the counten


And form of all; and long before the day

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THY dewy looks sink in my breast;
Thy gentle words stir poison there;
Thou hast disturbed the only rest

That was the portion of despair!
Subdued to Duty's hard control,

"Was old, the joy which waked like Away! the gathering winds will call heaven's glance the darkness soon,

The sleepers in the oblivious valley, died;

And profoundest midnight shroud the serene lights of heaven.

And some grew weary of the ghastly dance,

I could have borne my wayward lot: The chains that bind this ruined soul Had cankered then-but crushed it



AWAY! the moor is dark beneath the moon,

Rapid clouds have drank the last pale beam of even:

Pause not! The time is past! Every voice cries, Away!

Tempt not with one last tear thy
friend's ungentle mood:

Thy lover's eye, so glazed and cold,
dares not entreat thy stay:
Duty and dereliction guide thee back
to solitude.

Away, away! to thy sad and silent home;

Pour bitter tears on its desolated hearth; Watch the dim shades as like ghosts they go and come,

And complicate strange webs of melancholy mirth.

The leaves of wasted autumn woods shall float around thine head: The blooms of dewy spring shall gleam beneath thy feet:

But thy soul or this world must fade in the frost that binds the dead,

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