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Lured by the love of the genii that move
In the depths of the purple sea ;
Over the lakes and the plains,
The Spirit he loves remains ; And I all the while bask in heaven's blue smile,
Whilst he is dissolving in rains.
The sanguine sunrise, with his meteor eyes,
And his burning plumes outspread, 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, An eagle alit one moment may sit
In the light of its golden wings. And when sunset may breathe, from the lit sea be
Its ardors of rest and of love,
From the depth of heaven above,
As still as a brooding dove.
That orbed maiden, with white fire laden,
Whom mortals call the Moon,
By the midnight breezes strewn;
Which only the angels hear,
The stars peep behind her and peer;
And I laugh to see them whirl and flee,
Like a swarm of golden bees,
Till the calm rivers, lakes, and seas,
Are each paved with the moon and these.
I bind the sun's throne with a burning zone,
And the moon's with a girdle of pearl ; The volcanoes are dim, and the stars reel and
When the whirlwinds my banner unfurl.
Over a torrent sea,
The mountains its columns be.
With hurricane, fire, and snow,
Is the million-colored bow;
While the moist earth was laughing below.
I am the daughter of earth and water,
And the nursling of the sky;
I change, but I cannot die.
The pavilion of heaven is bare,
I silently laugh at my own cenotaph,
And out of the caverns of rain,
TO A SKYLARK
HAIL to thee, blithe Spirit!
Bird thou never wert,
Pourest thy full heart
Higher still and higher
From the earth thou springest
The blue deep thou wingest,
In the golden lightning
Of the sunken sun,
Thou dost float and run;
The pale purple even
Melts around thy flight;
To a Skylark || the, Harvard MS. cancelled. Published with Prometheus Unbound, 1820. Composed at Leghorn, 1820.
14 Thou dost || Thy wings, Harvard MS. cancelled.
Like a star of heaven
In the broad daylight Thou art unseen, – but yet I hear thy shrill de
Keen as are the arrows
Of that silver sphere,
In the white dawn clear
All the earth and air
With thy voice is loud,
From one lonely cloud
What thou art we know not;
What is most like thee?
Drops so bright to see
Like a Poet hidden
In the light of thought,
Till the world is wrought
20 shrill || blithe, Harvard MS. cancelled. 21 Keen as are || Thy notes, like, Harvard MS. cancelled. 33 rainbow clouds there || the rainbows, Harvard MS. cancelled.
Like a high-born maiden
In a palace tower,
Soul in secret hour
Like a glowworm golden
In a dell of dew,
Its aërial hue
the view :
Like a rose embowered
In its own green leaves,
Till the scent it gives
Sound of vernal showers
On the twinkling grass,
All that ever was
Teach us, Sprite or Bird,
What sweet thoughts are thine ; 45 sweet as love, - which || which is love — and, Harvard MS. cancelled.
53 warm || the, Harvard MS. cancelled.
55 faint || rich, Harvard MS. cancelled ; those, Harvard MS. || the, Harvard MS. cancelled, these, Shelley, 1820.