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And I have met with good even among men-
Now to my task.—
Ye spirits of the unbounded Universe!
Whom I have sought in darkness and in light—
In subtler essence-ye, to whom the tops
Of mountains inaccessible are haunts,
And earth's and ocean's caves familiar things
I call upon ye by the written charm
They come not yet.-Now by the voice of him
If it be so. Spirits of earth and air,
Ye shall not thus elude me: by a power,
By the strong curse which is upon my soul,
The thought which is within me and around me,
[A star is seen at the darker end of the gallery; it is stationary; and a voice is heard singing.
Mortal! to thy bidding bow'd,
From my mansion in the cloud,
Mortal-be thy wish avow'd!
Voice of the SECOND SPIRIT.
Mont Blanc is the monarch of mountains;
On a throne of rocks, in a robe of clouds,
Around his waist are forests braced,
Or with its ice delay.
I am the spirit of the place,
Voice of the THIRD SPIRIT.
To the Spirit of Ocean
Where the slumbering earthquake
Lies pillow'd on fire, And the lakes of bitumen
Rise boilingly higher;
Strike deep in the earth,
I am the Rider of the wind,
To speed to thee, o'er shore and sea
The fleet I met sail'd well, and yet
My dwelling is the shadow of the night, Why doth thy magic torture me with light?
The star which rules thy destiny
The monster of the upper sky!
beneath its influence born
Thou worm! whom I obey and scorn
Forced by a power (which is not thine,
Where these weak spirits round thee bend
What wouldst thou, Child of Clay! with me?
The SEVEN SPIRITS.
Earth, ocean, air, night, mountains, winds, thy star,
What wouldst thou with us, son of mortals-say?
Of what of whom-and why?
Man. Of that which is within me; read it thereYe know it, and I cannot utter it.
Spirit. We can but give thee that which we possess: Ask of us subjects, sovereignty, the power
O'er earth, the whole, or portion, or a sign
Can ye not wring from out the hidden realms
Ye offer so profusely what I ask?
Spirit. It is not in our essence, in our skill; But-thou mayst die.
Will death bestow it on me?
Spirit. We are immortal, and do not forget; We are eternal; and to us the past
Is, as the future, present. Art thou answer'd?