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And sweetest music, such as spirits love. Apollo. And I shall gaze not on the

deeds which make My mind obscure with sorrow, as eclipse Darkens the sphere I guide; but list, I hear

The small, clear, silver lute of the young Spirit

That sits i' the morning star.

Ocean. Thou must away; Thy steeds will pause at even, till when farewell:

The loud deep calls me home even now to feed it

With azure calm out of the emerald urns

Which stand for ever full beside my throne.

Behold the Nereids under the green sea,

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All overgrown with trailing odorous plants,

Which curtain out the day with leaves and flowers,

And paved with veinéd emerald, and a fountain

Leaps in the midst with an awakening sound.

From its curved roof the mountain's

frozen tears

Like snow, or silver, or long diamond spires,

Hang downward, raining forth a doubtful light:

And there is heard the ever-moving air, Whispering without from tree to tree, and birds,

And bees; and all around are mossy seats,

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We will entangle buds and flowers and beams

Which twinkle on the fountain's brim, and make

Strange combinations out of common things,

Like human babes in their brief innocence;

And we will search, with looks and words of love,

For hidden thoughts, each lovelier than the last,

Our unexhausted spirits; and like lutes Touched by the skill of the enamored wind,

Weave harmonies divine, yet ever new, From difference sweet where discord cannot be;

And hither come, sped on the charmed winds,

Which meet from all the points of

heaven, as bees

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And arts, tho' unimagined, yet to be. The wandering voices and the shadows these

Of all that man becomes, the mediators Of that best worship love, by him and us Given and returned; swift shapes and sounds, which grow

More fair and soft as man grows wise and kind,

And, veil by veil, evil and error fall: Such virtue has the cave and place around.

[Turning to the Spirit of the Hour. For thee, fair Spirit, one toil remains. Ione,

Give her that curvéd shell, which Proteus old

Made Asia's nuptial boon, breathing within it

A voice to be accomplished, and which thou

Didst hide in grass under the hollow rock.

Ione. Thou most desired Hour, more loved and lovely

Than all thy sisters, this is the mystic

shell;

See the pale azure fading into silver Lining it with a soft yet glowing light: Looks it not like lulled music sleeping there?

Spirit. It seems in truth the fairest

shell of Ocean:

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And through my withered, old and icy frame

The warmth of an immortal youth shoots down

Circling. Henceforth the many children fair

Folded in my sustaining arms; all plants,

And creeping forms, and insects rainbow-winged,

And birds, and beasts, and fish, and human shapes,

Which drew disease and pain from my wan bosom,

Draining the poison of despair, shall take

And interchange sweet nutriment; to me Shall they become like sister antelopes By one fair dam, snow-white and swift as wind,

Nursed among lilies near a brimming stream.

The dew-mists of my sunless sleep shall float

Under the stars like balm. night-folded flowers

Shall suck un withering hues in their

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Shall clothe the forests and the fields,

ay, even

The crag-built deserts of the barren deep, With ever-living leaves, and fruits, and flowers.

And thou! There is a cavern where my spirit

Was panted forth in anguish whilst thy pain

Made my heart mad, and those who did inhale it

Became mad too, and built a temple there,

And spoke, and were oracular, and lured The erring nations round to mutual war, And faithless faith, such as Jove kept with thee;

Which breath now rises, as amongst tall weeds

A violet's exhalation, and it fills
With a serener light and crimson air
Intense, yet soft, the rocks and woods

around;

It feeds the quick growth of the serpent vine,

And the dark linked ivy tangling wild, And budding, blown, or odor-faded blooms

Which star the winds with points of colored light,

As they rain thro' them, and bright golden globes

Of fruit, suspended in their own green heaven,

And thro' their veinèd leaves and amber stems

The flowers whose purple and translucid bowls

Stand ever mantling with aërial dew, The drink of spirits: and it circles round,

Like the soft waving wings of noonday dreams,

Inspiring calm and happy thoughts, like

mine,

Now thou art thus restored. This cave is thine. Arise! Appear!

[A Spirit rises in the likeness of a winged child.

This is my torch-bearer: Who let his lamp out in old time with gazing

On eyes from which he kindled it anew With love, which is as fire, sweet daughter mine,

For such is that within thine own. Run, wayward,

And guide this company beyond the peak

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Of Bacchic Nysa, Mænad-haunted mountain,

And beyond Iraus and its tribute rivers, Trampling the torrent streams and glassy lakes

With feet unwet, unwearied, undelaying,
And up the green ravine, across the vale,
Beside the windless and crystalline pool,
Where ever lies, on unerasing waves,
The image of a temple, built above,
Distinct with column, arch, and archi-
trave.

And palm-like capital, and over-wrought
And populous most with living imagery,
Praxitelean shapes, whose marble smiles
Fill the hushed air with everlasting love.
It is deserted now, but once it bore
Thy name, Prometheus; there the emu-
lous youths

Bore to thy honor thro' the divine gloom The lamp which was thine emblem; even as those

Who bear the untransmitted torch of hope

Into the grave, across the night of life, As thou hast borne it most triumphantly To this far goal of Time. Depart, farewell.

Beside that temple is the destined cave.

SCENE IV. A FOREST. IN THE BACKGROUND A CAVE, PROMETHEUS, ASIA, PANTHEA, IONE, and the SPIRIT OF THE EARTH.

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Out of her eyes, for which it said it thirsted

As one bit by a dipsas, and with her It made its childish confidence, and told her

All it had known or seen, for it saw much,

Yet idly reasoned what it saw; and called her

For whence it sprung it knew not, nor do I

Mother, dear mother.

The Spirit of the Earth (running to Asia). Mother, dearest mother; May I then talk with thee as I was wont?

May I then hide my eyes in thy soft

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An hindrance to my walks o'er the green world:

And that, among the haunts of humankind, Hard-featured men, or with proud, angry looks,

Or cold, staid gait, or false and hollow smiles,

Or the dull sneer of self-loved ignorance, Or other such foul masks, with which

ill thoughts

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Those ugly human shapes and visages Of which I spoke as having wrought me pain,

Passed floating thro' the air, and fading still

Into the winds that scattered them; and those

From whom they passed seemed mild and lovely forms

After some foul disguise had fallen, and all

Were somewhat changed, and after brief surprise

And greetings of delighted wonder, all Went to their sleep again: and when the dawn

Came, would'st thou think that toads,

and snakes, and efts,

Could e'er be beautiful? yet so they were, And that with little change of shape or

hue:

All things had put their evil nature off; I cannot tell my joy, when o'er a lake Upon a drooping bough with nightshade twined,

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