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Thou knowest if Jupiter be such or no.
For Jove is the supreme of living things.
Each to itself must be the oracle.
As mine own soul would answer, did it know
That which I ask.
And now, even now, they clasped it.
Stream like a comet's flashing hair: they
Demogorgon. These are the immortal
Is wanting, the deep truth is imageless;
Fate, Time, Occasion, Chance, and Who art thou?
All things are subject but eternal Love.
The response thou hast given; and of Has
whom thou didst demand. One waits for thee.
Asia. A spirit with a dreadful coun
Checks its dark chariot by the craggy gulph.
Unlike thy brethren, ghastly charioteer, Whither wouldst thou bear me? Speak!
Spirit. I am the shadow of a destiny More dread than is my aspect: ere yon planet
set, the darkness which ascends with me
Shall wrap in lasting night heaven's kingless throne.
Asia. What meanest thou? Panthea. That terrible shadow floats Prometheus shall Up from its throne, as may the lurid smoke Henceforth the sun of this rejoicing Of earthquake-ruined cities o'er the sea. world: Lo! it ascends the car; the coursers fly When shall the destined hour arrive? Terrified: watch its path among the stars Demogorgon. Behold! Blackening the night! Asia. The rocks are cloven, and Asia. through the purple night
Thus I am answered:
I see cars drawn by rainbow-winged
strange! Panthea. See, near the verge, another chariot stays;
Which trample the dim winds: in each | An ivory shell inlaid with crimson fire, there stands Which comes and goes within its sculp A wild-eyed charioteer urging their tured rim flight.
Of delicate strange tracery; the young
Some look behind, as fiends pursued them there,
And yet I see no shapes but the keen
Others, with burning eyes, lean forth, and drink
With eager lips the wind of their own
That guides it has the dove-like eyes of hope;
How its soft smiles attract the soul! as light
Lures winged insects through the lampless air.
As if the thing they loved fled on before, My coursers are fed with the lightning,
They drink of the whirlwind's stream, And when the red morning is brightning They bathe in the fresh sunbeam; They have strength for their swiftness I deem,
Then ascend with me, daughter of Ocean.
I desire and their speed makes night kindle;
I fear they outstrip the Typhoon ; Ere the cloud piled on Atlas can dwindle We encircle the earth and the moon: We shall rest from long labours at
Then ascend with me, daughter of Ocean.
SCENE V.-THE CAR PAUSES WITHIN
the SPIRIT OF THE HOUR.
My coursers are wont to respire;
That their flight must be swifter than fire:
On the brink of the night and the And all that dwells within them; till morning
Panthea. How thou art changed!
I feel but see thee not. I scarce endure
Is working in the elements, which suffer
Spirit. The sun will rise not until noon. Apollo
That on the day when the clear hyaline Was cloven at thy uprise, and thou didst stand
Is held in heaven by wonder; and the
Which fills this vapour, as the aërial hue
Yes, I feel Asia. What is it with thee, sister? Thou art pale.
Within a veinèd shell, which floated on
Which bear thy name; love, like the
Of the sun's fire filling the living world,
And the deep ocean and the sunless
They shall drink the hot speed of
Asia. Thou breathest on their Hearest thou not sounds i' the air which nostrils, but my breath speak the love Would give them swifter speed.
Of all articulate beings? Feelest thou
Which fills the cloud? the sun is yet
Eclipse upon the soul from which it
Such art thou now; nor is it I alone, Thy sister, thy companion, thine own chosen one,
But the whole world which seeks thy sympathy.
inanimate winds enamoured of thee? List! (Music.)
Asia. Thy words are sweeter than aught else but his
Whose echoes they are: yet all love is
sweet, Given or returned.
Common as light
And its familiar voice wearies not ever. Like the wide heaven, the all-sustaining air,
It makes the reptile equal to the God:
Lamp of Earth! where'er thou movest
Its dim shapes are clad with brightness, And the souls of whom thou lovest
Walk upon the winds with lightness,
My soul is an enchanted boat,
Upon the silver waves of thy sweet singing;
And thine doth like an angel sit Beside a helm conducting it, Whilst all the winds with melody are ringing.
It seems to float ever, for ever, Upon that many-winding river, Between mountains, woods, abysses, A paradise of wildernesses! Till, like one in slumber bound, Borne to the ocean, I float down, around,
The glory and the strength of him ye Of the desire which makes thee one with
Thetis, bright image of eternity!
Spare me! I sustain not the quick flames,
The penetrating presence; all my being. Like him whom the Numidian seps did thaw
Our antique empire insecure, though Into a dew with poison, is dissolved, Sinking thro' its foundations :" even
Rejoice! henceforth I am omnipotent.
On eldest faith, and hell's coeval, fear;
Like snow on herbless peaks, fall flake Mightier than either, which, unbodied
And cling to it; tho' under my wrath's Between us floats, felt, although unbenight
It climbs the crags of life, step after step,
It yet remains supreme o'er misery,
Victory! victory! Feel'st thou not, O
The earthquake of his chariot thunder-
[The Car of the HOUR arrives.
Pour forth heaven's wine, Idæan Gany- Descend, and follow me down the abyss. I am thy child, as thou wert Saturn's child;
And let it fill the Daedal cups like fire,
Mightier than thee: and we must dwell
Henceforth in darkness. Lift thy lightnings not.
Drink! be the nectar circling thro' your The tyranny of heaven none may retain, veins
Or reassume, or hold, succeeding thee:
Of trodden worms to writhe till they are
That fatal child, the terror of the earth, Who waits but till the destined hour arrive,
Bearing from Demogorgon's vacant throne
The dreadful might of ever-living limbs
The soul of joy, ye ever-living Gods,
Waiting the incarnation, which ascends, (Hear ye the thunder of the fiery wheels Griding the winds?) from Demogorgon's throne.
And thou Ascend beside me, veiled in the light
Even thus beneath the deep Titanian Of the victorious darkness, as he fell: prisons Like the last glare of day's red agony, Which, from a rent among the fiery clouds,
I trample thee! thou lingerest?
Even where he hangs, seared by my
On Caucasus! he would not doom me
Sink with me then, We too will sink on the wide waves of ruin,
Even as a vulture and a snake outspent
On Caucasus, his thunder-baffled wings Gentle, and just, and dreadless, is he Entangled in the whirlwind, and his
This desolated world, and thee, and me, The conqueror and the conquered, and the wreck
Of that for which they combated.
The monarch of the world? What then Which gazed on the undazzling sun, now art thou?
No refuge! no appeal!
Burns far along the tempest-wrinkled deep.
SCENE II.THE MOUTH OF A GREAT
Ocean. He sunk to the abyss? To the dark void?
Apollo. An eagle so caught in some bursting cloud
By the white lightning, while the ponderous hail
on his struggling form, which
Prone, and the aërial ice clings over it.
Which are my realm, will heave, un-
Beneath the uplifting winds, like plains of corn
Swayed by the summer air; my streams will flow
Round many-peopled continents, and
The shadow of fair ships, as mortals see
Borne down the rapid sunset's ebbing
He fell, thou sayest, beneath his conqueror's frown?
Tracking their path no more by blood and groans,
Aye, when the strife was And desolation, and the mingled voice. ended which made dim Of slavery and command; but by the
The orb I rule, and shook the solid
round Fortunate isles; and from their glassy thrones
Blue Proteus and his humid nymphs shall mark
Of wave-reflected flowers, and floating
The terrors of his eye illumined heaven With sanguine light, through the thick And music soft, and mild, free, gentle ragged skirts