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Lured by the love of the genii that move
Wherever he dream, under mountain or stream,
And I all the while bask in heaven's blue smile, Whilst he is dissolving in rains.
The sanguine sunrise, with his meteor eyes,
When the morning star shines dead;
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,
And the crimson pall of eve may fall
From the depth of heaven above,
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,
When I widen the rent in my wind-built tent,
I bind the sun's throne with a burning zone,
When the whirlwinds my banner unfurl. From cape to cape, with a bridge-like shape,
Over a torrent sea,
Sunbeam-proof, I hang like a roof,
The mountains its columns be.
The triumphal arch, through which I march,
With hurricane, fire, and snow,
When the powers of the air are chained to my
Is the million-colored bow;
The sphere-fire above its soft colors wove,
While the moist earth was laughing below.
I am the daughter of earth and water,
I pass through the pores of the ocean and shores ; I change, but I cannot die.
For after the rain, when with never a stain
The pavilion of heaven is bare,
And the winds and sunbeams with their convex
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
I arise and unbuild it again.
TO A SKYLARK
HAIL to thee, blithe Spirit!
In profuse strains of unpremeditated art.
Higher still and higher
From the earth thou springest
The blue deep thou wingest,
And singing still dost soar, and soaring ever singest.
In the golden lightning
Of the sunken sun,
O'er which clouds are bright'ning,
Thou dost float and run;
Like an unbodied joy whose race is just begun.
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
Until we hardly see— we feel that it is there;
All the earth and air
With thy voice is loud,
As when Night is bare
From one lonely cloud
The moon rains out her beams, and Heaven is
What thou art we know not;
What is most like thee?
From rainbow clouds there flow not
Drops so bright to see
As from thy presence showers a rain of melody.
Like a Poet hidden
In the light of thought,
Till the world is wrought
To sympathy with hopes and fears it heeded
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
With music sweet as love,—which overflows her
Like a glowworm golden
Its aërial hue
Among the flowers and grass which screen it from the view:
Like a rose embowered
In its own green leaves,
By warm winds deflowered,
Makes faint with too much sweet those heavy
Sound of vernal showers
All that ever was
Joyous and clear and fresh, thy music doth surpass.
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.