Then Hope approached, she who can borrow And after long and vain endurance When, as summer lures the swallow, O weak heart of little wit! The fair hand that wounded it, 40 45 30 PROLOGUE TO HELLAS.1 HERALD OF ETERNITY. IT is the day when all the sons of God 1 The honour of giving this magnificent fragment to the world is entirely Mr. Garnett's. It was first published in Relics of Shelley; and I cannot do better than quote in extenso the note there prefixed to it, which is as follows: "Mrs. Shelley informs us, in her note on the Prometheus Unbound, that at the time of her husband's arrival in Italy, he meditated the produc tion of three dramas. One of these was the Prometheus itself; the second, a drama on the subject of Tasso's madness; the third one founded on the Book of Job; 'of which,' she adds, 'he never abandoned the idea.' That this was the case will be apparent from the following newly-discovered frag ment, which may have been, as I have on the whole preferred to describe it, an unfinished prologue to Hellas, or The shadow of God, and delegate Of that before whose breath the universe Is as a print of dew. Hierarchs and kings Who from yon thrones pinnacled on the past Which gave it birth, of heaven assemble here Before your Father's throne; the swift decree Yet hovers, and the fiery incarnation Is yet withheld, clothed in which it shall annul The fairest of those wandering isles that gem That green and azure sphere, that earth inwrapt it rolls from realm to realm · perhaps the original sketch of that work, discarded for the existing more dramatic, but less ambitious version, for which the Pers of Eschylus evidently supplied the model. It is written in the same book as the original MS. of Hellas, and so blended with this as to be only separable after very minute examination. Few even of Shelley's rough drafts have proved more difficult to decipher or connect; numerous chasms will be observed. which, with every diligence, it has proved impossible to fill up; the correct reading of many printed lines is far from certain; and the imperfec tion of some passages is such as to have occasioned their entire omission. Nevertheless, I am confident that the unpolished and mutilated remnant will be accepted as a worthy emanation of one of Shelley's sublimest moods, and a noble earnest of what he might have accomplished could he have executed his original design of founding a drama on the Book of Job. Weak health, variable spirits, above all, the absence of encouragement, must be enumerated as chief among the causes which have deprived our literature of so magnificent a work." And age to age, and in its ebb and flow Impels the generations To their appointed place, Whilst the high Arbiter Beholds the strife, and at the appointed time. Within the circuit of this pendant orb And harmonies of wisdom and of song, And thoughts, and deeds worthy of thoughts so fair. And when the winter of its glory came, The winds that stript it bare blew on and swept 40 That dew into the utmost wildernesses In wandering clouds of sunny rain that thawed Haste, sons of God, for ye beheld, Reluctant, or consenting, or astonished, The stern decrees go forth, which heaped on Greece A fourth now waits: assemble, sons of God, To speed or to prevent or to suspend, If, as ye dream, such power be not withheld, 45 50 The splendour-winged worlds disperse From every point of the Infinite, Like a thousand dawns on a single night The splendours rise and spread ; And through thunder and darkness dread 65 Light and music are radiated, And in their pavilioned chariots led The giant Powers move, Gloomy or bright as the thrones they fill. 70 There are two fountains in which spirits weep The Aurora of the nations. By this brow Whose pores wept tears of blood, by these wide wounds, By this imperial crown of agony, By infamy and solitude and death, For this I underwent, and by the pain for me The unremembered joy of a revenge, 93 95 In thee, I do compel thee, send forth Fate, 100 Thy irrevocable child: let her descend A seraph-winged victory [arrayed] In tempest of the omnipotence of God From hollow leagues, from Tyranny which arms 105 To stamp, as on a winged serpent's seed, Upon the name of Freedom; from the storm Of faction, which like earthquake shakes and sickens 110 |