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The tempest is his steed, he strides the
air; And the abyss shouts from her depth
laid bare, "Heaven, hast thou secrets ?
Man unveils me: I have none."
From its own wreck the thing it con
templates; Neither to change, nor falter, nor re
pent; This, like thy glory, Titan, is to be Good, great and joyous, beautiful and
free; This is alone Life, Joy, Empire, and
Demogorgon This is the day which down the void
abysm, At the Earth-born's spell, yawns for
Heaven's despotism, And Conquest is dragged captive through
the deep: Love, from its awful throne of patient
power In the wise heart, from the last giddy
hour Of dead endurance, from the slippery,
steep, And narrow
verge of crag-like agony, springs And folds over the world its healing
flowers, From the seas and the streams; I bear light shade for the leaves when
In their noóndảy dreams. From my wings are shaken the dews that waken
5 The sweet buds every one, When rocked to on their mother's
breast, As she dances about the sun. I wield the flail of the lashing hail,
And whiten the green plains under; 10 And then again I dissolve it in rain,
And laugh as I pass in thunder.
An empire o'er the disentangled doom.
I sift the snow on the mountains below,
And their great pines groan aghast; And all the night 'tis my pillow white, 15 While I sleep in the arms of the
blast. Sublime on the towers of my skyey bowers,
Lightning my pilot sits In a cavern under is fettered the thunder,
It struggles and howls at fits. Over earth and ocean, with gentle motion,
This pilot is guiding me, Lured by the love of the genii that move
In the depths of the purple sea; Over the rills, and the crags, and the
hills, Over the lakes and the plains, Wherever he dream, under mountain or
To suffer woes which Hope thinks in
finite: To forgive wrongs darker than death or
night; To defy Power, which seems omnip
otent; To love, and bear; to hope till Hope
And I all the while bask in heaven's blue The volcanoes are dim, and the stars reel smile,
and swim, Whilst he is dissolving in rains.
When the whirlwinds my banner un
furl. The sanguine sunrise, with his meteor
From cape to cape, with a bridge-like
shape, eyes, And his burning plumes outspread,
Over a torrent sea, Leaps on the back of my sailing rack,
Sunbeam-proof, I hang like a roof,
The mountains its columns be.
The triumphal arch through which I Which
With hurricane, fire, and snow,
When the powers of the air are chained In the light of its golden wings.
to my chair, And when sunset may breathe, from the
Is the million-colored bow; lit sea beneath,
The sphere-fire above its soft colors wove, Its ardors of rest and of love,
While the moist earth was laughing And the crimson pall of eve may fall
below. From the depth of heaven above, With wings folded I rest, on mine airy I am the daughter of earth and waier,
And the nursling of the sky; nest, As still as a brooding dove.
I pass through the pores of the ocean
and shores; That orbed maiden
I change, but I cannot die. with white fire
For after the rain when with never a laden,
stain, Whom mortals call the Moon, Glides glimmering o'er my feece-like floor,
The pavilion of heaven is bare, By the midnight breezes strewn;
And the winds and sunbeams with their And wherever the beat of her unseen
convex gleams, feet,
Build up the blue dome of air, Which only the angels hear,
I silently laugh at my own cenotaph,
And out of the caverns of rain, May have broken the woof of my tent's
Like a child from the womb, like a ghost thin roof,
from the tomb, The stars peep behind her and peer;
I arise and unbuild it again.
Like a swarm of golden bees,
(1820) Till the calm rivers, lakes, and seas, Like strips of the sky fallen through me Arethusa arose on high,
From her couch of snows Are each paved with the moon and
In the Acroceraunian mountains, these.
From cloud and from crag,
With many a jag, I bind the sun's throne with a burning Shepherding her bright fountains. zone,
She leapt down the rocks, And the moon's with a girdle of With her rainbow locks pearl.
Streaming among the streams;
Her steps paved with green
The downward ravine Which slopes to the western gleams;
And gliding and springing
She went, ever singing,
The Earth seemed to love her,
And Heaven smiled above her, As she lingered towards the deep.
Under the bowers
Where the Ocean Powers Sit on their pearlèd thrones;
Through the coral woods
Of the weltering floods, Over heaps of unvalued stones;
Through the dim beams
Which amid the streams Weave a network of colored light;
And under the caves,
Where the shadowy waves Are as green as the forest's night,
Outspeeding the shark,
And the sword-fish dark, Under the ocean foam
And up through the rifts
Of the mountain clifts: They passed to their Dorian home.
Then Alpheus bold,
On his glacier cold,
And opened a chasm
- with the spasm All Erymanthus shook.
And the black south wind
It unsealed behind
And earthquake and thunder
Did rend in sunder
The beard and the hair
Of the River-god were
As he followed the light
Of the fleet nymph's Aight To the brink of the Dorian deep.
And now from their fountains
In Enna's mountains, Down one vale where the morning basks, 75
Like friends once parted
Grown single-hearted, They ply their watery tasks.
At sunrise they leap
From their cradles steep
At noontide they flow
Through the woods below And the meadows of asphodel;
And at night they sleep
In the rocking deep Beneath the Ortygian shore,
Like spirits that lie
In the azure sky
"Oh save me! Oh guide me!
And bid the deep hide me, For he grasps me now by the hair!"
The loud Ocean heard,
To its blue depth stirred, And divided at her prayer;
And under the water
The Earth's white daughter Fled like a sunny beam;
Behind her descended
Her billows, unblended
Like a gloomy stain
On the emerald main Alpheus rushed behind,
As an eagle pursuing
A dove to its ruin Down the streams of the cloudy wind.
Higher still and higher
From the earth thou springest
The blue deep thou wingest,
Like a high-born maiden
In a palace tower,
Soul in secret hour
Aows her bower:
In the golden lightning
Like a glowworm golden
In a dell of dew,
Its aërial hue Like an unbodied joy whose race is just Among the flowers and grass which screen begun.
it from the view: