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"I never saw the sun? We will walk here To-morrow; thou shalt look on it with me."
That night the youth and lady mingled lay
Woven by some subtlest bard to make hard hearts
Her eyes were black and lustreless and wan,
Her hands were thin, and through their wandering veins
And weak articulations might be seen
Day's ruddy light. The tomb of thy dead self Which one vexed ghost inhabits, night and day, Is all, lost child, that now remains of thee!
"Inheritor of more than earth can give, Passionless calm and silence unreproved, Whether the dead find, oh, not sleep, but rest, And are the uncomplaining things they seem,
22 sunrise? We will wake, Forman conj.
Or live, or drop in the deep sea of Love;
HYMN TO INTELLECTUAL BEAUTY
THE awful shadow of some unseen Power
Like moonbeams that behind some piny mountain shower,
It visits with inconstant glance
Each human heart and countenance;
Spirit of Beauty, that dost consecrate
With thine own hues all thou dost shine upon Of human thought or form, where art thou gone?
Why dost thou pass away, and leave our state,
Hymn to Intellectual Beauty. Published by Hunt, Examiner, January 19, 1817, and with Rosalind and Helen, 1819. Com posed, probably, in Switzerland, in the summer.
i. 2 among, Shelley, 1819 || amongst, Shelley, 1817. ii. 1 dost, Shelley, 1819 || doth, Shelley, 1817.
This dim vast vale of tears, vacant and desolate ?
Weaves rainbows o'er yon mountain river; Why aught should fail and fade that once is shown;
Why fear and dream and death and birth
No voice from some sublimer world hath ever To sage or poet these responses given; Therefore the names of Demon, Ghost and
Remain the records of their vain endeavor
Frail spells, whose uttered charm might not avail
From all we hear and all we see,
Doubt, chance and mutability.
Thy light alone, like mist o'er mountains
Or music by the night wind sent
Through strings of some still instrument,
Or moonlight on a midnight stream,
Gives grace and truth to life's unquiet dream.
Love, Hope and Self-esteem, like clouds, depart, And come, for some uncertain moments lent. Man were immortal and omnipotent,
Didst thou, unknown and awful as thou art,
ii. 9 fear and dream || care and pain, Boscombe MS.
Keep with thy glorious train firm state within his
Thou messenger of sympathies
That wax and wane in lovers' eyes!
Thou, that to human thought art nourishment,
Depart not as thy shadow came!
While yet a boy I sought for ghosts, and sped Through many a listening chamber, cave and ruin,
And starlight wood, with fearful steps pursuing
Hopes of high talk with the departed dead;
I called on poisonous names with which our youth
I was not heard I saw them not
When, musing deeply on the lot
Of life, at that sweet time when winds are woo
All vital things that wake to bring
Į shrieked, and clasped my hands in ecstasy!
I vowed that I would
dedicate my powers
To thee and thine have I not kept the vow?
iv. 8 art, Shelley, 1817 || are, Shelley, 1819.
I call the phantoms of a thousand hours
Each from his voiceless grave: they have in
Of studious zeal or love's delight
Out watched with me the envious night -
The day becomes more solemn and serene
Which through the summer is not heard or seen,
As if it could not be, as if it had not been!
Thus let thy power, which like the truth Of nature on my passive youth Descended, to my onward life supply
Its calm, to one who worships thee, And every form containing thee, Whom, Spirit fair, thy spells did bind To fear himself, and love all humankind.
LINES WRITTEN IN THE VALE OF CHAMOUNI
The everlasting universe of things
Flows through the mind, and rolls its rapid waves,
Mont Blanc. Published in the History of a Six Weeks' Tour, 1817. Composed in Switzerland, in July.