325 Yelled, gasped, and were abolished; or some God Whose throne was in a comet, passed, and cried, "Be not!" And like my words they were no more. The Earth The joy, the triumph, the delight, the madness! The boundless, overflowing, bursting gladness, The vaporous exultation not to be confined! Ha ha! the animation of delight Which wraps me, like an atmosphere of light, How art thou sunk, withdrawn, covered, drunk up By thirsty nothing, as the brackish cup Drained by a desert-troop, a little drop for all; And from beneath, around, within, above, And bears me as a cloud is borne by its own 355 Burst in like light on coves cloven by the Filling thy void annihilation, love wind. The Moon Brother mine, calm wanderer, Some Spirit is darted like a beam from Which penetrates my frozen frame, And passes with the warmth of flame, 330 With love, and odor, and deep melody Through me, through me! destruction, sending 360 365 370 thunder-ball. Upon the winds, among the clouds 'tis spread, It wakes a life in the forgotten dead,A solid cloud to rain hot thunderstones, 375 They breathe a spirit up from their ob 1 The sea. 2 Jupiter. scurest bowers; 445 450 On thee a light, a life, a power, 485 Through the heavens wide and hollow, As a violet's gentle eye Gazes on the azure sky Until its hue grows like what it beholds, As a gray and watery mist Glows like solid amethyst Which doth array thy sphere; thou pour- 490 Athwart the western mountain it enfolds, est thine As a youth lulled in love-dreams faintly sighing, Under the shadow of his beauty lying, When the sunset sleeps Upon its snow The Earth And the weak day weeps That it should be so. O gentle Moon, the voice of thy delight Falls on me like thy clear and tender light Soothing the seaman, borne the summer night, Through isles forever calm; O gentle Moon, thy crystal accents pierce Which round his rest a watch of light and 500 The caverns of my pride's deep universe, warmth doth keep. So when thy shadow falls on me, 455 Covered; of thy love, Orb most beautiful, Full, oh, too full! 460 465 470 475 Thou art speeding round the sun' Borne beside thee by a power In the weird Cadmæan forest. That the light of its tremulous bells is seen Through their pavilions of tender green; 25 And the hyacinth purple, and white, and blue, Which flung from its bells a sweet peal anew Of music so delicate, soft, and intense, And the rose like a nymph to the bath addressed, 30 Which unveiled the depth of her glowing breast, Till, fold after fold, to the fainting air And the wand-like lily, which lifted up, And the jessamine faint, and the sweet tuberose, The sweetest flower for scent that blows; 40 Grew in that garden in perfect prime. And all rare blossoms from every clime And on the stream whose inconstant bosom Was pranked, under boughs of embowering blossom, With golden and green light, slanting through Their heaven of many a tangled hue, 45 Broad water-lilies lay tremulously, And starry river-buds glimmered by, And around them the soft stream did glide and dance With a motion of sweet sound and radi ance. And the sinuous paths of lawn and of moss, From the turf, like the voice and the 50 Which led through the garden along and |