Till human thoughts might kneel alone Of its own aweless soul, or of the power unknown! From a white lake blot heaven's blue portraiture, Were stript of their thin masks and various hue And frowns and smiles and splendours not their own, Till in the nakedness of false and true They stand before their Lord, each to receive its due. He who taught men to vanquish whatsoever He has enthroned the oppression and the oppressor. Amplest millions at their need, And power in thought be as the tree within the seed? O, what if Art, an ardent intercessor, Driving on fiery wings to Nature's throne, Checks the great mother stooping to caress her, And cries: Give me, thy child, dominion Over all height and depth? if Life can breed groan Rend of thy gifts and hers a thousand fold for one. Come Thou, but lead out of the inmost cave Wisdom. I hear the pennons of her car Self-moving, like cloud charioted by flame; To judge, with solemn truth, life's ill-apportioned lot? Wert thou disjoined from these, or they from thee: harmony The solemn Paused, and the spirit of that mighty singing When the bolt has pierced its brain; As summer clouds dissolve, unburthened of their rain; As a far taper fades with fading night, As a brief insect dies with dying day, My song, its pinions disarrayed of might, Drooped; o'er it closed the echoes far away Of the great voice which did its flight sustain, As waves which lately paved his watery way Hiss round a drowner's head in their tempestuous play. F Poems on Time and its Changes. OZYMANDIAS. I MET a traveller from an antique land Who said: Two vast and trunkless legs of stone TIME. UNFATHOMABLE Sea! whose waves are years, Thou shoreless flood, which in thy ebb and flow Claspest the limits of mortality! And sick of prey, yet howling on for more, Vomitest thy wrecks on its inhospitable shore; Treacherous in calm, and terrible in storm, Who shall put forth on thee, Unfathomable Sea? 1821. THE SEASONS. THE blasts of Autumn drive the wingèd seeds Over the earth,―next come the snows, and rain, And frosts, and storms, which dreary Winter leads Out of his Scythian cave, a savage train ; Behold! Spring sweeps over the world again, Shedding soft dews from her ætherial wings; Flowers on the mountains, fruits over the plain, And music on the waves and woods she flings, And love on all that lives, and calm on lifeless things. And, like unfolded flowers beneath the sea, Like the man's thought dark in the infant's brain, Like aught that is which wraps what is to be, Art's deathless dreams lay veiled by many a vein Of Parian stone; and yet a speechless child, Verse murmured, and Philosophy did strain Her lidless eyes for thee; when o'er the Ægean main Athens arose a city such as vision Builds from the purple crags and silver towers By thunder-zonèd winds, each head Gleamed with its crest of columns, on the will Of man, as on a mount of diamond, set; For thou wert, and thine all-creative skill Peopled with forms that mock the eternal dead In marble immortality, that hill Which was thine earliest throne and latest oracle. Within the surface of Time's fleeting river Its wrinkled image lies, as then it lay Immovably unquiet, and for ever It trembles, but it cannot pass away! The voices of thy bards and gages thunder With an earth-awakening blast Through the caverns of the past; Religion veils her eyes; Oppression n shrinks aghast : |