Of thee, and Asia, and the Earth, and me,

And you fair nymphs looking the love we feel,

In memory of the tidings it has borne,Beneath a dome fretted with graven flowers,

Poised on twelve columns of resplendent stone,

And open to the bright and liquid sky. Yoked to it by an amphisbenic snake The likeness of those winged steeds will mock

The flight from which they find repose. Alas,

Whither has wandered now my partial

tongue

When all remains untold which ye would hear?

As I have said I floated to the earth:
It was, as it is still, the pain of bliss
To move, to breathe, to be; I wander-
ing went

Among the haunts and dwellings of mankind,

And first was disappointed not to see Such mighty change as I had felt within Expressed in outward things; but soon I looked,

And behold, thrones were kingless, and men walked

One with the other even as spirits do, None fawned, none trampled; hate, disdain, or fear,

Self-love or self-contempt, on human brows,

No more inscribed, as o'er the gate of hell,

"All hope abandon ye who enter here;" None frowned, none trembled, none

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Years after years,

Through blood, and tears,

And a thick hell of hatreds, and hopes, and fears;

We waded and flew,

And the islets were few

Where the bud-blighted flowers of happiness grew.

Our feet now, every palm,
Are sandalled with calm,

And the dew of our wings is a rain of balm;

And, beyond our eyes, The human love lies Which makes all it gazed with sweet

Chorus of Swings, and wavy hair, e Earth is laid asleep, Then weavee its little lips are moving, measuhanging light of their own From the ds,

of tho talks of what he loves in Come, am.

pl T is only mocking the orb's Fill tharmony.

Asnthea. And from a star upon its forehead, shoot,

Te swords of azure fire, or golden spears

th tyrant-quelling myrtle overtwined, ableming heaven and earth united

From the sound of our flight, Shall flee, like mist from a tempest's might.

And Earth, Air, and Light,

And the Spirit of Might,

Which drives round the stars in their fiery flight;

And Love, Thought, and Breath,

The powers that quell Death,

Wherever we soar shall assemble be neath.

And our singing shall build

In the void's loose field

A world for the Spirit of Wisdom to wield:

We will take our plan

From the new world of man,

And our work shall be called the Promethean.

Chorus of Hours

Break the dance, and scatter the song; Let some depart, and some remain. u, sepulchred

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ad destruction, ruin within ruin! The wrecks beside of many a city vast, Whose population which the earth grew

Over

Was mortal, but not human; see, they lie,

Their monstrous works, and uncouth skeletons,

Their statues, homes and fanes; prodigious shapes

Huddled in gray annihilation, split, Jammed in the hard, black deep; and over these,

The anatomies of unknown wingéd things,

And fishes which were isles of living scale,

And serpents, bony chains, twisted around

The iron crags, or within heaps of dust To which the tortuous strength of their last pangs

Had crushed the iron crags; and over these

The jagged alligator, and the might
Of earth-convulsing behemoth, which

By ebbing night into her western cave, When she upsprings from interlunar dreams,

O'er which is curved an orblike canopy Of gentle darkness, and the hills and woods

Distinctly seen through that dusk airy veil,

Regard like shapes in an enchanter's glass;

Its wheels are solid clouds, azure and gold,

Such as the genii of the thunderstorm Pile on the floor of the illumined sea When the sun rushes under it; they roll And move and grow as with an inward wind;

Within it sits a wingéd infant, white Its countenance, like the whiteness of bright snow,

Its plumes are as feathers of sunny frost, Its limbs gleam white, through the wind flowing folds

Of its white robe, woof of ethereal pearl. Its hair is white, the brightness of white light

Scattered in strings; yet its two eyes are heavens

By

liquid darkness, which the Deity

seems pouring, as a storm is ald

As the flyds, out of their arrowy
From the India.

And mix with the sea and radiant air