Silent alone amid an heaven of song. Assume thy wingèd throne, thou Vesper of our throng!" The One remains, the many change and pass; Until Death tramples it to fragments.-Die, If thou wouldst be with that which thou dost seek! LIII. Why linger, why turn back, why surink, my heart? And man and woman; and what still is dear The soft sky smiles, the low wind whispers near : No more let life divide what death can join together. LIV. That light whose smile kindles the universe, LV. The breath whose might I have invoked in song I am borne darkly, fearfully afar! Whilst, burning through the inmost veil of heaven, Beacons from the abode where the Eternal are. THE CLOUD. 1. I BRING fresh showers for the thirsting flowers I bear light shade for the leaves when laid From my wings are shaken the dews that waken When rocked to rest on their Mother's breast, I wield the flail of the lashing hail, And whiten the green plains under ; II. I sift the snow on the mountains below, While I sleep in the arms of the Blast. In a cavern under is fettered the Thunder, Over earth and ocean with gentle motion Lured by the love of the Genii that move Over the rills and the crags and the hills, Wherever he dream under mountain or stream And I all the while bask in heaven's blue smile, ΙΙΙ. The sanguine Sunrise, with his meteor eyes, Leaps on the back of my sailing rack, When the morning star shines dead. As on the jag of a mountain-crag Which an earthquake rocks and swings As eagle alit one moment may sit In the light of its golden wings. And, when Sunset may breathe, from the lit sea beneath, Its ardours of rest and of love, And the crimson pall of eve may fall From the depth of heaven above, With wings folded I rest on mine airy nest, As still as a brooding dove, IV. That orbed maiden with white fire laden, Glides glimmering o'er my fleece-like floor And wherever the beat of her unseen feet, May have broken the woof of my tent's thin roof, And I laugh to see them whirl and flee Like a swarm of golden bees, When I widen the rent in my wind-built tent,- Like strips of the sky fallen through me on high, V. I bind the Sun's throne with a burning zone, Over a torrent sea, Sunbeam-proof, I hang like a roof; The mountains its columns be. The triumphal arch through which I march, When the Powers of the air are chained to my chair, In the million-coloured bow; The sphere-fire above its soft colours wove, While the moist Earth was laughing below. VI. I am the daughter of Earth and Water, I pass through the pores of the ocean and shores : For after the rain, when with never a stain The pavilion of heaven is bare, And the winds and sunbeams with their convex gleams Build up the blue dome of air, I silently laugh at my own cenotaph— And out of the caverns of rain, Like a child from the womb, like a ghost from the tomb, I rise, and unbuild it again. ODE TO THE WEST WIND. O WILD West Wind, thou breath of Autumn's being, Pestilence-stricken multitudes! O thou, Thou who didst waken from his summer-dreams Lulled by the coil of his crystalline streams, And saw in sleep old palaces and towers If I were a dead leaf thou mightest bear; The comrade of thy wanderings over heaven, As then, when to outstrip the skyey speed Scarce seemed a vision,-I would ne'er have striven As thus with thee in prayer in my sore need. Oh! lift me as a wave, a leaf, a cloud! I fall upon the thorns of life! I bleed! A heavy weight of hours has chained and bowed One too like thee :-tameless, and swift, and proud. Make me thy lyre, even as the forest is : Sweet though in sadness. Be thou, Spirit fierce, . Ashes and sparks, my words among mankind! The trumpet of a prophecy! O Wind, If Winter comes, can Spring be far behind? STANZAS WRITTEN IN DEJECTION NEAR NAPLES. The waves are dancing fast and bright, 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 sea-weeds 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 noontide ocean Is flashing round me, and a tone Arises from its measured motion How sweet! did any heart now share in my emotion. Nor peace within nor calm around, And walked with inward glory crowned Nor fame, nor power, nor love, nor leisure; Smiling they live, and call life pleasure ;- Even as the winds and waters are ; 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, Which my lost heart, too soon grown old, They might lament-for I am one Whom men love not, -and yet regret ; Will linger, though enjoyed, like joy in memory yet. |