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llence, swist hour! and quench thy Which, like flowers, will burst from them. light,
As the fruit is to the tree
LOVE, HOPE, .DESIRE, AND O joy ! O fear! what will be done
FEAR In the absence of the sun ?
And many there were hurt by that strong ANOTHER VERSION OF THE
His name, they said, was Pleasure, SAME
And near him stood, glorious beyond Boys Sing
measure, Night! with all thine eyes look down! Four Ladies who possess all empery Darkness ! weep thy holiest dew !
In earth and air and sea, Never smiled the inconstant moon Nothing that lives from their award is On a pair so true.
free. Haste, coy hour! and quench all light, Their names will I declare to thee, Lest eyes see their own delight !
Love, Hope, Desire, and Fear, Haste, swift hour ! and thy loved flight And they the regents are Oft renew !
Of the four elements that frame the Girls Sing
heart, Fairies, sprites, and angels, keep her! And each diversely exercised her art Holy stars ! permit no wrong!
By force or circumstance or sleight And return to wake the sleeper,
To prove her dreadful might Dawn, ere it be long !
Upon that poor domain. O joy! O fear ! there is not one Desire presented her [false) glass, and Of us can guess what may be done
then In the absence of the sun :
The spirit dwelling there
Was spellbound to embrace what
seemed so fair Oh ! linger long, thou envious eastern
Within that magic mirror, lamp
And dazed by that bright error, In the damp
It would have scorned the (shasts] of the Caves of the deep !
And death, and penitence, and
Had not then silent Fear
Touched with her palsying
spear, The golden gate of Sleep unbar,
So that as if a frozen torrent When Strength and Beauty, met to. The blood was curdled in its current; gether,
It dared not speak, even in look or Kindle their image, like a star
motion, In a sea of glassy weather.
But chained within itself its proud May the purple mist of love
devotion. Round them rise, and with them move, Between Desire and Fear thou wert Nourishing each tender gem
A wretched thing, poor heart !
Sad was his life who bore thee in his Who from yon thrones pinnacled on the breast,
past Wild bird for that weak nest. Sway the reluctant present, ye who sit Till Love even from fierce Desire it Pavilioned on the radiance or the gloom bought,
Of mortal thought, which like an exhalaAnd from the very wound of tender tion thought
Steaming from earth, conceals the of Drew solace, and the pity of sweet eyes Gave strength to bear those gentle which gave it birth,
here Surmount the loss, the terror, and the Before your Father's throne ; the swift
decree Then Hope approached, she who Yet hovers, and the fiery incarnation can borrow
Is yet withheld, clothed in which it shall For poor to-day, from rich to.
The fairest of those wandering isles that And Fear withdrew, as night when
The sapphire space of interstellar air, Descends upon the orient ray, That green and azure sphere, that earth And after long and vain endurance
inwrapt The poor heart woke to her assur. Less in the beauty of its tender light
Than in an atmosphere of living spirit -At one birth these four were born Which interpenetrating all the ... With the world's forgotten morn,
it rolls from realm to realm And from Pleasure still they hold And
and in its ebb and All it circles, as of old.
Whilst the high Arbiter
Sends his decrees veiled in eternal.
Within the circuit of this pendant orb
The dews of thought in the world's
golden dawn Herald of Eternity. It is the day Earliest and most benign, and from it when all the sons of God
sprung Wait in the roofless senate-house, whose Temples and cities and immortal forms floor
And harmonies of wisdom and of song, Is Chaos, and the immovable abyss And thoughts, and deeds worthy of Frozen by his steadfast word to hyaline thoughts so fair.
And when the sun of its dominion failed, The shadow of God, and delegate And when the winter of its glory came, Of that before whose breath the universe The winds that stript it bare blew on Is as a print of dew.
Hierarchs and kings | That dew into the utmost wildernesses
In wandering clouds of sunny rain that Low-kneeling at the feet of Destiny
thawed The unmaternal bosom of the North. There are two fountains in which spirits llaste, sons of God,
When mortals err, Discord and Slavery Reluctant, or consenting, or astonished, named, The stern decrees go forth, which heaped And with their bitter dew two Destinies on Greece
Filled each their irrevocable urns; the Ruin and degradation and despair.
third, A fourth now waits : assemble, sons of Fiercest and mightiest, mingled both, God,
and added To speed or to prevent or to suspend, Chaos and Death, and slow Oblivion's If, as ye dream, such power be not with- lymph, held,
And hate and terror, and the poisoned The unaccomplished destiny.
brow The curtain of the Universe
Whose pores wept tears of blood, by Is rent and shattered,
these wide wounds, The splendour-winged worlds disperse By this imperial crown of agony, · Like wild doves scattered.
By infamy and solitude and death,
For this I underwent, and by the pain Space is roofless and bare,
Of pity for those who would for And in the midst a cloudy shrine, Dark amid thrones of light.
The unremembered joy of a revenge, In the blue glow of hyaline
For this I felt — by Plato's sacred light, Golden worlds revolve and shine. Of which my spirit was a burning In
flight From every point of the Infinite, By Greece and all she cannot cease to
Likea thousand dawns on a single night be, The splendours rise and spread; ller quenchless words, sparks of immorAnd through thunder and darkness
tal truth, dread
Stars of all night-her harmonies and Light and music are radiated,
forms, And in their pavilioned chariots led Echoes and shadows of what Love By living wings high overhead
adores The giant Powers move,
In thee, I do compel thee, send forth Gloomy or bright as the thrones they fill. Fate,
Thy irrevocable child: let her descend A chaos of light and motion
A seraph-winged victory (arrayed] Upon that glassy ocean.
In tempest of the omnipotence of God
Which sweeps through all things. The senate of the Gods is met, Each in his rank and station set; From hollow leagues, from Tyranny There is silence in the spaces
which arms Lo! Satan, Christ, and Mahomet Adverse miscreeds and emulous anarchies Start from their places!
To stamp, as on a winged serpent's Christ.
Almighty Father! seed,
Upon the name of Freedom; from the Of Him who sends thee forth, whate'er storm
thy task, Of faction, which like earthquake shakes Speed, spare not to accomplish, and be and sickens
mine The solid heart of enterprise; from all Thy trophies, whether Greece again By which the holiest dreams of highest
The fountain in the desert whence the Are stars beneath the dawn
She shall arise Shall drink of freedom, which shall give Victorious as the world arose from
it strength Chaos!
To suffer, or a gulph of hollow death And as the Heavens and the Earth To swallow all delight, all life, all hope. arrayed
Go, thou Vicegerent of my will, no Their presence in the beauty and the
Than of the Father's; but lest thou Of thy first smile, O Father, as they shouldst faint, gather
The winged hounds, Famine and PesThe spirit of thy love which paves for tilence, them
Shall wait on thee, the hundred-forked Their path o'er the abyss, till every snake sphere
Insatiate Superstition still shall Shall be one living Spirit, so shall | The earth behind thy steps, and War Greece
shall hover Satan, Be as all things beneath the Above, and Fraud shall gape below, and empyrean,
Change Mine! Art thou eyeless like old Des- Shall flit before thee on her dragon tiny,
wings, Thou mockery - king, crowned with a Convulsing and consuming, and I add wreath of thorns ?
Three vials of the tears which demons Whose sceptre is a reed, the broken
When virtuous spirits through the gate Which pierces thee! whose throne a of Death chair of scorn;
Pass triumphing over the thorns of life, For seest thou not beneath this crystal Sceptres and crowns, mitres and swords floor
and snares, The innumerable worlds of golden light | Trampling in scorn, like Him and Which are my empire, and the least of Socrates. them
The first is Anarchy; when Power and which thou would'st redeem
Pleasure, from me?
Glory and science and security, Know'st thou not them my portion ? On Freedom hang like fruit on the green Or wouldst rekindle the
tree, Which our great Father then did arbi. Then pour it forth, and men shall gather trate
ashes. Which he assigned to his competing The second Tyranny
Obdurate spirit ! Each his apportioned realm ?
Thou seest but the Past in the To
Thou Destiny, Thou who art mailed in the omnipotence Pride is thy error and thy punishment.
Boast not thine empire, dream not that Or could the morning shafts of purest thy worlds
light Are more than furnace-sparks or rain- Again into the quivers of the Sun bow-drops
Be gathered --could one thought from Before the Power that wields and kindles its wild flight them.
Return into the temple of the brain True greatness asks not space, true ex- Without
a change, without cellence
stain, Lives in the Spirit of all things that live, Could aught that is, ever again Which lends it to the worlds thou callest Be what it once has ceased to be, thine.
Greece might again be free! Mahomet. Ilaste thou and
INI fill the waning crescent
A star has fallen upon the earth With beams as keen as those which Mid the benighted nations, pierced the shadow
A quenchless atom of immortal light, Of Christian night rolled back upon the A living spark of Night, West
A cresset shaken from the constellations. When the orient moon of Islam rode in Swister than the thunder feil triumph
To the heart of Earth, the well From Tmolus to the Acroceraunian snow. Where its pulses flow and beat,
And unextinct in that cold source Wake, thou Word
Burns, and on of God, and from the throne of Destiny Guides the sphere which is its prison, Even to the utmost limit of thy way
Like an angelic spirit pent May Triumph
In a form of mortal birth,
Till, as a spirit half arisen Be thou a curse on them whose Shatters its charnel, it has rent, creed
In the rapture of its mirth, Divides and multiplies the most high The thin and painted garment of the God.
Ruining its chaos—a fierce breath FRAGMENTS WRITTEN FOR
Consuming all its forms of living death. HELLAS
FRAGMENT: “I WOULD NOT
BE A KING”
Of woe it is to love;
And tempests reign above.
'Tis built on ice which fortune's sun Is wrapt in light.
Thaws in the height of noon, Then farewell, king, yet were I one
Care would not come so soon. Could Arethuse to her forsaken urn Would he and I were far away From Alpheus and the bitter Doris run, Keeping flocks on Himalay!