III. The sunbeams are my shafts, with which I kill Fly me, and from the glory of my ray IV. I feed the clouds, the rainbows and the flowers With their ætherial colours; the Moon's globe And the pure stars in their eternal bowers Are cinctured with my power as with a robe; Whatever lamps on Earth or Heaven may shine, Are portions of one power, which is mine. V. I stand at noon upon the peak of Heaven, For grief that I depart they weep and frown: VI. I am the eye with which the Universe All harmony of instrument or verse, All prophecy, all medicine are mine, 1 So in Mrs. Shelley's editions: Mr. Rossetti substitutes its. HYMN OF PAN. I. FROM the forests and highlands We come, we come; Where loud waves are dumb Listening to my sweet pipings. The wind in the reeds and the rushes, II. Liquid Peneus was flowing, And all dark Tempe lay In Pelion's shadow, outgrowing The light of the dying day, Speeded by my sweet pipings. The Sileni, and Sylvans, and Fauns, And the Nymphs of the woods and waves, To the edge of the moist river-lawns, And the brink of the dewy caves, And all that did then attend and follow 1 The note referred to at p. 34 explains that "Apollo and Pan contended before Tmolus for the prize in music." 2 So in the Posthumous Poems, but with in the editions of 1839. III. I sang of the dancing stars, I sang of the dædal Earth, And then I changed my pipings,—— It breaks in our bosom and then we bleed: All wept, as I think both ye now would, If envy or age had not frozen your blood, At the sorrow of my sweet pipings. ΤΟ I. I FEAR thy kisses, gentle maiden, Ever to burthen thine. II. I fear thy mien, thy tones, thy motion, Innocent is the heart's devotion With which I worship thine. 1 First given in the Posthumous Poems,- -as was also the next. THE TWO SPIRITS. AN ALLEGORY. FIRST SPIRIT. O THOU, who plumed with strong desire Night is coming! Bright are the regions of the air, SECOND SPIRIT. The deathless stars are bright above; If I would cross the shade of night, And that is day! And the moon will smile2 with gentle light FIRST SPIRIT. But if the whirlwinds of darkness waken 1 Would in the Posthumous Poems, but Wouldst in the editions of 1839. 10 5 15 20 2 So in Mrs. Shelley's editions; but shine in Mr. Rossetti's. The red swift clouds of the hurricane Yon declining sun have overtaken, The clash of the hail sweeps over the plain- SECOND SPIRIT. I see the light, and I hear the sound; I'll sail on the flood of the tempest dark, And thou, when the gloom is deep and stark, My moon-like1 flight thou then may'st mark 25 30 Some say there is a precipice Where one vast pine is frozen to ruin O'er piles of snow and chasms of ice 'Mid Alpine mountains; And that the languid storm pursuing That winged shape, for ever flies Round those hoar branches, aye renewing Some say when nights are dry and clear, And the death-dews sleep on the morass, Sweet whispers are heard by the traveller, And a silver shape like his early love doth pass And when he awakes on the fragrant grass, 1 In the Posthumous Poems, moonlike; but moonlight in the editions of 1839. 2 In Mrs. Shelley's editions, makes. 35 40 46 |