A brighter Hellas rears its mountains From waves serener far;
A new Peneus rolls his fountains Against the morning-star.
Where fairer Tempes bloom, there sleep Young Cyclads on a sunnier deep.
A loftier Argo cleaves the main, Fraught with a later prize; Another Orpheus sings again,
And loves, and weeps, and dies. A new Ulysses leaves once more Calypso for his native shore.
O, write no more the tale of Troy, If earth Death's scroll must be ! Nor mix with Laian rage the joy Which dawns upon the free: Although a subtler Sphinx renew Riddles of death Thebes never knew.
Another Athens shall arise,
And to remoter time
Bequeath, like sunset to the skies, The splendour of its prime;
And leave, if nought so bright may live, All earth can take or Heaven can give.
Saturn and Love their long repose
Shall burst, more bright and good Than all who fell, than One who rose, Than many unsubdued:
Not gold, not blood, their altar dowers, But votive tears and symbol flowers.
O cease! must hate and death return? Cease! must men kill and die? Cease! drain not to its dregs the urn Of bitter prophecy.
The world is weary of the past, O might it die or rest at last!
79. Stanzas. Written in Dejection, near Naples.
THE sun is warm, the sky is clear, The waves are dancing fast and bright, Blue isles and snowy mountains wear The purple noon's transparent might, The breath of the moist earth is light, Around its unexpanded buds ;
Like many a voice of one delight, The winds, the birds, the ocean floods, The City's voice itself is soft like Solitude's.
I see the Deep's untrampled floor
With green and purple seaweeds strown; I see the waves upon the shore,
Like light dissolved in star-showers, thrown: I sit upon the sands alone,
The lightning of the noon-tide ocean Is flashing round me, and a tone Arises from its measured motion, How sweet! did any heart now share in
Alas! I have nor hope nor health, Nor peace within nor calm around, Nor that content surpassing wealth The sage in meditation found,
And walked with inward glory crowned- Nor fame, nor power, nor love, nor leisure. Others I see whom these surround-
Smiling they live and call life pleasure ;To me that cup has been dealt in another measure.
Yet now despair itself is mild,
Even as the winds and waters are; I could lie down like a tired child, And weep away the life of care Which I have borne and yet must bear, Till death like sleep might steal on me, And I might feel in the warm air My cheek grow cold, and hear the sea Breathe o'er my dying brain its last monotony.
Some might lament that I were cold, As I, when this sweet day is gone, Which my lost heart, too soon grown old, Insults with this untimely moan;
They might lament-for I am one
Whom men love not, and yet regret, Unlike this day, which, when the sun Shall in its stainless glory set,
Will linger, though enjoyed, like joy in memory yet.
I ARISE from dreams of thee In the first sweet sleep of night, When the winds are breathing low, And the stars are shining bright : I arise from dreams of thee, And a spirit in my
Hath led me-who knows how? To thy chamber window, Sweet!
The wandering airs they faint On the dark, the silent stream- And the Champak's odours fail Like sweet thoughts in a dream; The nightingale's complaint, It dies upon her heart ;- As I must on thine,
O! beloved as thou art!
O lift me from the grass! I die! I faint! I fail! Let thy love in kisses rain On my lips and eyelids pale.
My cheek is cold and white, alas ! My heart beats loud and fast ;- Oh! press it to thine own again, Where it will break at last.
I FEAR thy kisses, gentle maiden, Thou needest not fear mine; My spirit is too deeply laden. Ever to burthen thine.
I fear thy mien, thy tones, thy motion, Thou needest not fear mine; Innocent is the heart's devotion With which I worship thine.
SWIFTLY walk over the western wave, Spirit of Night!
Out of the misty eastern cave, Where all the long and lone daylight, Thou wovest dreams of joy and fear, Which make thee terrible and dear,— Swift be thy flight!
Wrap thy form in a mantle grey,
Blind with thine hair the eyes of Day;
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