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By the false cant which on their inno- Yes, the despair which bids a father cent lips
Must hang like poison on an opening bloom,
And cry, "My children are no longer mine
The blood within those veins may be Near thy sweet mother's anxious heart,
But Tyrant-their polluted souls With fairest smiles of wonder thrown
I curse thee though I hate thee not-
If thou couldst quench the earth-con-
Fear not the tyrants will rule for ever,
Of which thou art a dæmon, on thy They stand on the brink of that raging
This curse should be a blessing.
Fare thee well!
TO WILLIAM SHELLEY
THE billows on the beach are leaping around it,
The bark is weak and frail, The sea looks black, and the clouds that bound it
Darkly strew the gale.
Come with me, thou delightful child,
Or the slaves of the law may rend thee
They have taken thy brother and sister
They have made them unfit for thee;
To a blighting faith and a cause of crime
They have bound them slaves in youthly
And they will curse my name and thee
Come thou, beloved as thou art ;
Chastened by deathful victory now,
and find Foundations in this foulest age, and stir Me whom they cheer to be their minister.
FRAGMENT: A CLOUD-
O THAT a chariot of cloud were mine!
When the moon over the ocean's line
O that a chariot of cloud were mine!
fo the mountain peak and the rocky
FRAGMENT: TO ONE FREED
FOR me, my friend, if not that tears did tremble
In my faint eyes, and that my heart beat fast
With feelings which make rapture pain resemble,
Yet, from thy voice that falsehood starts aghast,
I thank thee-let the tyrant keep Dark is the realm of grief: but human His chains and tears, yea let him weep With rage to see thee freshly risen,
Like strength from slumber, from the When once from our possession they prison,
But love, though misdirected, is among
In which he vainly hoped the soul to bind
Which on the chains must prey that The things which are immortal, and fetter humankind.
FRAGMENT: SATAN AT LARGE
A GOLDEN-WINGED Angel stood
Before the Eternal Judgment-seat:
Knew that strife was now begun.
And with millions of demons in his
Was ranging over the world again.
And suddenly the lamps grew pale—
To thirst and find no fill-to wail and wander
With short uneasy steps-to pause and
To feel the blood run through the veins
To nurse the image of unfelt caresses
FRAGMENT: LOVE IMMORTAL
All that frail stuff which will be-or which was.
HONEY from silkworms who can gather,
Of the great sea of human right and The grass may grow in winter weather As soon as hate in me.