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And the fierce winds are sinking with weary
Lulled by the motion and murmurings
And the long glassy heave of the rocking sea,
The deep calm of blue heaven dilating above,
Beneath the clear surface reflecting it slide
Round sea-birds and wrecks, paved with heaven's azure smile,
The wide world of waters is vibrating.
Where Is the ship? On the verge of the wave where it
One tiger is mingled in ghastly affray
Stain the clear air with sunbows. The jar, and the rattle
The foam and the smoke of
Of solid bones crushed by the infinite stress
Where the gripe of the tiger has wounded the veins,
Swollen with rage, strength, and effort; the whirl and the splash
As of some hideous engine whose brazen teeth smash
The thin winds and soft waves into thunder; the
And hissings, crawl fast o'er the smooth oceanstreams,
Each sound like a centipede. Near this commo
A blue shark is hanging within the blue ocean,
Urge on the keen keel, the brine foams. At the
Three marksmen stand levelling. Hot bullets burn
In the breast of the tiger, which yet bears him on
Love, Beauty, are mixed in the atmosphere,
Like a meteor of light o'er the waters! her child Is yet smiling, and playing, and murmuring; so smiled
160 impetuously, Shelley, 1820 || convulsively, Harvard MS.
The false deep ere the storm. Like a sister and brother
The child and the ocean still smile on each other, Whilst
I BRING fresh showers for the thirsting flowers,
I bear light shade for the leaves when laid
In their noonday dreams.
From my wings are shaken the dews that waken
The sweet buds every one,
When rocked to rest on their mother's breast,
I wield the flail of the lashing hail,
And whiten the green plains under, And then again I dissolve it in rain, And laugh as I pass in thunder.
I sift the snow on the mountains below,
While I sleep in the arms of the blast.
In a cavern under is fettered the thunder,
The Cloud. Published with Prometheus Unbound.
Lured by the love of the genii that move
Over the rills, and the crags, and the hills,
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,
Like strips of the sky fallen through me on high, Are each paved with the moon and these.
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,
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;
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,