I. 2. 3. 4. 5. AN ODE TO THE ASSERTERS OF LIBERTY. ARISE, arise, arise! There is blood on the earth that denies ye bread! Be your wounds like eyes To weep for the dead, the dead, the dead. Your sons, your wives, your brethren, were they! Awaken, awaken, awaken! The slave and the tyrant are twin-born foes. To the dust where your kindred repose, repose: Wave, wave high the banner When Freedom is riding to conquest by: Glory, glory, glory, To those who have greatly suffered and done! Never name in story Was greater than that which ye shall have won. Conquerors have conquered their foes alone, Whose revenge, pride, and power, they have overthrown : Ride ye, more victorious, over your own. Bind, bind every brow With crownals of violet, ivy, and pine: Hide the blood-stains now With hues which sweet Nature has made divine Green strength, azure hope, and eternity. But let not the pansy among them be; ODE TO HEAVEN. CHORUS OF SPIRITS. FIRST SPIRIT. PALACE-ROOF of cloudless nights! Deep, immeasurable, vast, Which art now, and which wert then! Of the present and the past, Of the eternal where and when, Presence-chamber, temple, home! Ever-canopying dome Of acts and ages yet to come! Thy deep chasms and wildernesses And green worlds that glide along ; And swift stars with flashing tresses And icy moons most cold and bright ; And mighty suns beyond the night, Atoms of intensest light. Even thy name is as a god, Heaven for thou art the abode Worship thee with bended knees. Thou remainest such alway. SECOND SPIRIT. Thou art but the mind's first chamber, Lighted up by stalactites; Where a world of new delights Will make thy best glories seem But a dim and noonday gleam From the shadow of a dream! THIRD SPIRIT. Peace! the abyss is wreathed with scorn Who its brief expanse inherit? What are suns and spheres which flee Of which ye are but a part? Drops which Nature's mighty heart Drives through thinnest veins. Depart! What is heaven? A globe of dew, Filling in the morning new Some eyed flower whose young leaves waken On an unimagined world : Constellated suns unshaken, ODE TO THE WEST WIND. 1. WILD West Wind, thou breath of Autumn's being, Who chariotest to their dark wintry bed Her clarion o'er the dreaming earth, and fill 2. Thou on whose stream, 'mid the steep sky's commotion, Loose clouds like earth's decaying leaves are shed, Shook from the tangled boughs of heaven and ocean, Angels of rain and lightning! there are spread On the blue surface of thine airy surge, Like the bright hair uplifted from the head Of some fierce Mænad, even from the dim verge The locks of the approaching storm. Thou dirge Of the dying year, to which this closing night Will be the dome of a vast sepulchre, Vaulted with all thy congregated might Of vapours, from whose solid atmosphere Black rain, and fire, and hail, will burst: Oh hear! 3. Thou who didst waken from his summer dreams All overgrown with azure moss, and flowers So sweet the sense faints picturing them! Thou For whose path the Atlantic's level powers Cleave themselves into chasms, while far below Thy voice, and suddenly grow grey with fear, I were as in my boyhood, and could be I fall upon the thorns of life! I bleed! A heavy weight of hours has chained and bowed One too like thee-tameless, and swift, and proud. 5. Make me thy lyre, even as the forest is: What if my leaves are falling like its own? Will take from both a deep autumnal tone, Scatter, as from an unextinguished hearth AN EXHORTATION. CHAMELEONS feed on light and air; If in this wide world of care Poets could but find the same With as little toil as they, Would they ever change their hue Twenty times a-day? LOVE'S PHILOSOPHY. THE fountains mingle with the river, Nothing in the world is single; See, the mountains kiss high heaven, And the sunlight clasps the earth, January 1820. ODE TO LIBERTY. Yet, Freedom, yet, thy banner, torn but flying, 1. A GLORIOUS people vibrated again The lightning of the nations: Liberty, From heart to heart, from tower to tower, o'er Spain, Scattering contagious fire into the sky, |