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There the large olive rains its amber store A vein had burst, and her sweet lips' pure In marble fonts; there grain, and flower, dyes
465 and fruit,
Were dabbled with the deep blood which Gush from the earth, until the land runs ran o'er; o'er;
435 And her head drooped, as when the lily lies But there, too, many a poison tree has O’ercharged with rain: her summoned root,
handmaids bore And midnight listens to the lion's roar; Their lady to her couch, with gushing eyes; And long, long deserts scorch the camel's Of herbs and cordials they produced foot,
470 Or heaving, whelm the helpless caravan; But she defied all means they could emAnd as the soil is, so the heart of man.
Like one life could not hold, nor death deAfric is all the sun's, and as her earth
stroy. Her human clay is kindled: full of power For good or evil, burning from its birth, Days lay she in that state, unchanged, The Moorish blood partakes the planet's
though chill hour,
With nothing livid, still her lips were red; And like the soil beneath, it will bring She had no pulse, but death seemed abforth:
sent still; 445
475 Beauty and love were Haidée's mother's
No hideous sign proclaimed her surely dower;
dead; But her large dark eye showed deep pas
Corruption came not in each mind to kill sion's force,
All hope; to look upon her sweet face
bred Though sleeping like a lion near a source.
New thoughts of life, for it seemed full of Her daughter, tempered with a milder ray,
soul-Like summer's clouds all silvery, She had so much, earth could not claim smooth, and fair,
480 Till slowly charged with thunder, they dis
The ruling passion, such as marble shows play
When exquisitely chiselled, still lay Terror to earth, and tempest to the air
there, Had held till now her soft and milky way, But fixed as marble's unchanged aspect But, overwrought with passion and de
O'er the fair Venus, but forever fair; The fire burst forth from her Numidian
O'er the Laocoon's all eternal throes, 485 veins,
And ever-dying Gladiator's air, Even as the Simoom sweeps the blasted
Their energy, like life, forms all their fame, plains.
Yet looks not life, for they are still the
same. The last sight which she saw was Juan's gore,
She woke at length, but not as sleepers And he himself o'ermastered and cut wake, down;
Rather the dead, for life seemed someHis blood was running on the very floor,
thing new, Where late he trod, her beautiful, her A strange sensation which she must partake own;
460 Perforce, since whatsoever met her view Thus much she viewed an instant, and no Struck not on memory, though a heavy more
ache Her struggles ceased with one convul- Lay at her heart, whose earliest beat,
sive groan; On her sire's arm, which, until now, scarce Brought back the sense of pain without the held
495 Her writhing, fell she like a cedar felled. / For, for a while, the furies made a pause.
She looked on many a face with vacant eye, Short solace, vain relief!—thought came On many a token, without knowing too quick, what;
And whirled her brain to madness; she She saw them watch her, without asking arose,
As one who ne'er had dwelt among the And recked not who around her pillow sick, sat;
And flew at all she met, as on her foes; Not speechless, though she spoke not; not But no one ever heard her speak or shriek, a sigh
Although her paroxysm drew towards its Relieved her thoughts; dull silence and close: quick chat
Hers was a frenzy which disdained to Were tried in vain by those who served; rave,
Even when they smote her, in the hope to No sign, save breath, of having left the grave.
Yet she betrayed at times a gleam of sense; Her handmaids tended, but she heeded Nothing could make her meet her not;
father's face, Her father watched, she turned her eyes Though on all other things with looks inaway;
tense She recognized no being, and no spot, She gazed, but none she ever could reHowever dear, or cherished in their day; trace.
540 They changed from room to room, but all Food she refused, and raiment; no preforgot,
tence Gentle, but without memory, she lay; 510 Availed for either; neither change of At length those eyes, which they would place, fain be weaning
Nor time, nor skill, nor remedy, could give Back to old thoughts, waxed full of fearful her meaning
Senses to sleep-the power seemed gone
forever. And then a slave bethought her of a harp; The harper came and tuned his instru- Twelve days and nights she withered thus; ment;
545 At the first notes, irregular and sharp, 515 Without a groan, or sigh, or glance, to
On him her flashing eyes a moment bent, show Then to the wall she turned, as if to warp A parting pang, the spirit from her past; Her thoughts from sorrow through her And they who watched her nearest, heart re-sent;
could not know And he began a long low island song 519 The very instant, till the change that cast Of ancient days, ere tyranny grew strong. Her sweet face into shadow, dull and
550 Anon her thin wan fingers beat the wall, Glazed o'er her eyes—the beautiful, the In time to his old tune: he changed the blacktheme,
Oh! to possess such luster-and then lack! And sung of love; the fierce name struck
through all Her recollection; on her flashed the Thus lived—thus died she; never more on dream
her Of what she was, and is, if ye could call 525 Shall sorrow light, or shame. She was To be so being: in a gushing stream
not made The tears rushed forth from her o'er- | Through years or moons the inner weight clouded brain,
to bear, Like mountain mists, at length dissolved Which colder hearts endure till they are in rain.
By age in earth; her days and pleasures This dim vast vale of tears, vacant and
desolate? Brief but delightful-such as had not Ask why the sunlight not forever stayed
Weaves rainbows o'er yon mountain Long with her destiny; but she sleeps well river, By the sea-shore, whereon she loved to | Why aught should fail and fade that once dwell.
Why fear and dream and death and The isle is now all desolate and bare,
birth Its dwellings down, its tenants passed Cast on the daylight of this earth away;
Such gloom, --why man has such a None but her own and father's grave is
For love and hate, despondency and hope? And nothing outward tells of human
No voice from some sublimer world hath clay: Ye could not know where lies a thing so
To sage or poet these responses givenNo stone is there to show, no tongue to
Therefore the names of Dæmon, Ghost,
and Heaven, say What was: no dirge, except the hollow
Remain the records of their vain endeavor, sea's,
Frail spells—whose uttered charm might 575
not avail to sever, Mourns o'er the beauty of the Cyclades.
From all we hear and all we see,
30 Doubt, chance, and mutability.
Thy light alone-like mist o'er mountains PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEY (1792–1822)
Or music by the night wind sent, HYMN TO INTELLECTUAL BEAUTY
Through strings of some still instru
ment, The awful shadow of some unseen Power
Or moonlight on a midnight stream, 35 Floats though unseen amongst us, –
Gives grace and truth to life's unquiet
dream. visiting This various world with as inconstant Love, Hope, and Self-esteem, like clouds wing
depart As summer winds that creep from flower
And come, for some uncertain moments to flower;
lent; Like moonbeams that behind some piny Man were immortal, and omnipotent, mountain shower,
5 Didst thou, unknown and awful as thou It visits with inconstant glance
40 Each human heart and countenance; Keep with thy glorious train firm state Like hues and harmonies of evening,
within his heart. Like clouds in starlight widely
Thou messenger of sympathies, spread,
That wax and wane in lovers' eyesLike memory of music fled,
Thou—that to human thought art nourLike aught that for its grace may be ishment, Dear, and yet dearer for its mystery.
Like darkness to a dying flame! 45
Depart not as thy shadow came, Spirit of BEAUTY, that dost consecrate
Depart not-lest the grave should be, With thine own hues all thou dost shine Like life and fear, a dark reality.
upon Of human thought or form,—where art While yet a boy I sought for ghosts, and thou gone?
sped Why dost thou pass away and leave our Through many a listening chamber, state,
cave, and ruin,
And starlight wood, with fearful steps
OZYMANDIAS pursuing Hopes of high talk with the departed I met a traveller from an antique land dead.
Who said: Two vast and trunkless legs of I called on poisonous names with which stone our youth is fed;
Stand in the desert. Near them, on the I was not heard-I saw them not
sand, When musing deeply on the lot 55 Half sunk, a shattered visage lies, whose Of life, at the sweet time when winds are frown, wooing
And wrinkled lip, and sneer of cold comAll vital things that wake to bring mand,
5 News of birds and blossoming, — Tell that its sculptor well those passions Sudden, thy shadow fell on me;
read I shrieked, and clasped my hands in Which yet survive, (stamped on these ecstasy!
60 lifeless things,)
The hand that mocked them and the heart I vowed that I would dedicate my powers that fed: To thee and thine-have I not kept the And on the pedestal these words appear: vow?
“My name is Ozymandias, king of kings: With beating heart and streaming Look on my works, ye Mighty, and deeyes, even now
spair!” I call the phantoms of a thousand hours Nothing beside remains. Round the deEach from his voiceless grave; they have cay in visioned bowers
65 Of that colossal wreck, boundless and Of studious zeal or love's delight
bare Outwatched with me the envious The lone and level sands stretch far away.
nightThey know that never joy illumed my brow
ODE TO THE WEST WIND Unlinked with hope that thou wouldst
I free This world from its dark slavery; 70
O wild West Wind, thou breath of That thou- awful LOVELINESS,
Autumn's being, Wouldst give whate'er these words cannot Thou, from whose unseen presence the express.
Are driven, like ghosts from an enchanter The day becomes more solemn and serene fleeing, When noon is past—there is a harmony
Yellow, and black, and pale, and hectic In autumn, and a lustre in its sky, 75
red, Which through the summer is not heard or Pestilence-stricken multitudes: 0 thou, 5 seen,
Who chariotest to their dark wintry bed As if it could not be, as if it had not been!
The winged seeds, where they lie cold and Thus let thy power, which like the low, truth
Each like a corpse within its grave, until Of nature on my passive youth Thine azure sister of the spring shall Descended, to my onward life supply 80 blow
Its calm-to one who worships thee,
(Driving sweet buds like flocks to feed in To fear himself, and love all human air) kind.
With living hues and odors plain and hill:
Wild Spirit, which art moving everywhere; | Thy voice, and suddenly grow gray with Destroyer and preserver; hear, oh hear!
And tremble and despoil themselves: II
oh hear! Thou on whose stream, 'mid the steep
IV sky's commotion,
15 If I were a dead leaf thou mightest bear; Loose clouds like earth's decaying leaves If I were a swift cloud to fly with thee; are shed,
A wave to pant beneath thy power, and Shook from the tangled boughs of Heaven share
45 and Ocean,
The impulse of thy strength, only less Angels of rain and lightning: there are free spread
Than thou, O uncontrollable! If even On the blue surface of thine airy surge, 19 I were as in my boyhood, and could be Like the bright hair uplifted from the head
The comrade of thy wanderings over Of some fierce Mænad, even from the dim heaven, verge
As then, when to outstrip thy skyey Of the horizon to the zenith's height
50 The locks of the approaching storm. Thou Scarce seemed a vision; I would ne'er dirge
Of the dying year, to which this closing As thus with thee in prayer in my sore need. night
Oh! lift me as a wave, a leaf, a cloud! Will be the dome of a vast sepulchre, 25 I fall upon the thorns of life! I bleed! Vaulted with all thy congregated might
A heavy weight of hours has chained and Of vapors, from whose solid atmosphere
55 Black' rain, and fire, and hail will burst: One too like thee: tameless, and swift, oh hear!
and proud. III
V Thou who didst waken from his summer Make me thy lyre, even as the forest is: dreams
What if my leaves are falling like its own! The blue Mediterranean, where he lay, 30 The tumult of thy mighty harmonies Lulled by the coil of his crystalline streams
Will take from both a deep, autumnal Beside a pumice isle in Baiæ's bay,
60 And saw in sleep old palaces and towers Sweet though in sadness. Be thou, spirit Quivering within the wave's intenser fierce, day,
My spirit! Be thou me, impetuous one!
All overgrown with azure moss and Drive my dead thoughts over the universe flowers
35 Like withered leaves to quicken a new So sweet, the sense faints picturing them! birth! Thou
And, by the incantation of this verse, 65 For whose path the Atlantic's level powers
Scatter, as from an unextinguished hearth
Ashes and sparks, my words among manCleave themselves into chasms, while kind! far below
Be through my lips to unawakened earth The sea-blooms and the cozy woods which wear
The trumpet of a prophecy! O wind, 69 The sapless foliage of the ocean, know 40 If Winter comes, can Spring be far behind?