Beckons the sun from the Eoan wave, Wisdom. I hear the pennons of her car Self-moving, like cloud charioted by flame; Comes she not, and come ye not, Rulers of eternal thought, Of what has been, the Hope of what will be ? thee By blood or tears, have not the wise and free Wept tears, and blood like tears ? — The solemn harmony XIX To its abyss was suddenly withdrawn; Its path athwart the thunder-smoke of dawn, On the heavy sounding plain, When the bolt has pierced its brain; As summer clouds dissolve unburdened of their rain; As a far taper fades with fading night, As a brief insect dies with dying day, My song, its pinions disarrayed of might, Drooped ; o'er it closed the echoes far away Of the great voice which did its flight sustain, As waves which lately paved his watery way Hiss round a drowner's head in their tempes tuous play. TO I FEAR thy kisses, gentle maiden, Thou needest not fear mine e ; Ever to burden thine. I fear thy mien, thy tones, thy motion, Thou needest not fear mine; With which I worship thine. ARETHUSA I ARETHUSA arose From her couch of snows From cloud and from crag, With many a jag, She leapt down the rocks, With her rainbow locks Her steps paved with green The downward ravine And gliding and springing, To - Published by Mrs. Shelley, 1824. Arethusa. Published by Mrs. Shelley, 1824, and dated by her, Pisa, 1820. In murmurs as soft as sleep; The Earth seemed to love her, And Heaven smiled above her, As she lingered towards the deep. II On his glacier cold, And opened a chasm with the spasm All Erymanthus shook. And the black south wind It concealed behind The urns of the silent snow, And earthquake and thunder Did rend in sunder The bars of the springs below. The beard and the hair Of the River-god were Seen through the torrent's sweep, As he followed the light Of the fleet nymph's flight To the brink of the Dorian deep. III “Oh, save me! Oh, guide me, And bid the deep hide me, For he grasps me now by the hair!” The loud Ocean heard, To its blue depth stirred, And under the water Fled like a sunny beam ; Behind her descended Her billows, unblended With the brackish Dorian stream. Like a gloomy stain On the emerald main Alpheus rushed behind, As an eagle pursuing A dove to its ruin Down the streams of the cloudy wind. IV Under the bowers Where the Ocean Powers Sit on their pearlèd thrones ; Through the coral woods Of the weltering floods, Over heaps of unvalued stones ; Through the dim beams Which amid the streams Weave a network of colored light; And under the caves, Where the shadowy waves Are as green as the forest's night; Outspeeding the shark, And the swordfish dark, Under the ocean foam, And up through the rifts Of the mountain clifts And now from their fountains Down one vale where the morning basks, Like friends once parted Grown single-hearted, At sunrise they leap From their cradles steep At noontide they flow Through the woods below And at night they sleep In the rocking deep Beneath the Ortygian shore, Like spirits that lie In the azure sky SONG OF PROSERPINE WHILE GATHERING FLOWERS ON THE PLAIN OF ENNA SACRED Goddess, Mother Earth, Thou from whose immortal bosom Leaf and blade, and bud and blossom, If with mists of evening dew Thou dost nourish these young flowers Fairest children of the hours, |