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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."

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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

Victory.

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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

wings.

THE CLOUD
(1820)

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I bring fresh showers for the thirsting

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.

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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

stream
The Spirit he loves' remains ;

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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

creates

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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.
When the morning star shines dead,
As on the jag of a mountain crag,

The triumphal arch through which I Which

march
earthquake rocks and
swings,

With hurricane, fire, and snow,
An eagle alit one moment may sit

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.
And I laugh to see them whirl and flee,

Like a swarm of golden bees,
When I widen the rent in my wind-built

ARETHUSA
tent,

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(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;

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Her steps paved with green

The downward ravine Which slopes to the western gleams;

And gliding and springing

She went, ever singing,
In murmurs as soft as sleep:

The Earth seemed to love her,

And Heaven smiled above her, As she lingered towards the deep.

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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.

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Then Alpheus bold,

On his glacier cold,
With his trident the mountains strook,

And opened a chasm
In the rocks

- with the spasm All Erymanthus shook.

And the black south wind

It unsealed behind
The urns of the silent snow,

And earthquake and thunder

Did rend in sunder
The bars of the springs below.

The beard and the hair

Of the River-god were
Seen through the torrent's sweep,

As he followed the light

Of the fleet nymph's Aight To the brink of the Dorian deep.

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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
In the cave of the shelving hill;

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
When they love but live no more.

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"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
With the brackish Dorian stream.

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.

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Higher still and higher

From the earth thou springest
Like a cloud of fire;

The blue deep thou wingest,
And singing still dost soar, and soaring

ever singest.

Like a high-born maiden

In a palace tower,
Soothing her love-laden

Soul in secret hour
With music sweet as love, — which over-

Aows her bower:

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In the golden lightning

Like a glowworm golden
Of the sunken sun,

In a dell of dew,
O'er which clouds are bright'ning,

Scattering unbeholden
Thou dost foat and run,

Its aërial hue Like an unbodied joy whose race is just Among the flowers and grass which screen begun.

it from the view:

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