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THE ALPS AT DAYBREAK
HE sun-beams streak the azure skies,
and line with light the mountain's brow;
E are as clouds that veil the midnight moon;
night closes round, and they are lost for ever :
give various response to each varying blast,
one mood or modulation like the last.
we rise—one wandering thought pollutes the day; we feel, conceive or reason, laugh or weep ;
embrace fond woe, or cast our cares away:
the path of its departure still is free;
P. B. SHELLEY
N childhood, when with eager eyes
all, garbed in fairy guise,
pledged constancy of good.
heard my strong wish, and stayed.
its own sure claim of love.
Far different now ;-the whirling year
HYMN TO LIGHT
from the old Negro's darksome womb!
which when it saw the lovely child, the melancholy mass put on kind looks and smiled. Thou tide of glory, which no rest doth know,
but ever ebb and ever flow!
thou golden shower of a true Jove! who does in thee descend, and Heaven to Earth
Hail active Nature's watchful life and health!
her joy, her ornament and wealth!
hail to thy husband heat and thee! thou the world's beauteous Bride, the lusty Bride
Say from what golden quivers of the sky
do all thy winged arrows fly?
swiftness and power by birth are thine: from thy great Sire they came, thy Sire the Word
194 Swift as light thoughts their empty career run,
thy race is finished, when begun:
let a Post-angel start with thee, and thou the goal of Earth shalt reach as soon as he. Thou in the Moon's bright chariot, proud and gay,
dost the bright wood of stars survey ;
and all the year doth with thee bring a thousand flowery lights, thine own nocturnal spring. Night and her ugly subjects thou dost fright,
and sleep, the lazy owl of Night;
asham'd and fearful to appear, they screen their horrid shapes with the black Hemi
sphere. With them there hastes, and wildly takes th' alarm,
of painted dreams a busy swarm;
at the first opening of thine eye
creep conscious to their secret rests;
Nature to thee does reverence pay,
195 At thy appearance, Grief itself is said
to shake his wings and rouse his head;
and cloudy Care has often took
thy sunshine melts away his cold:
encouraged at the sight of thee, to the cheek colour comes and firmness to the knee. Even Lust, the master of a hardened face,
blushes if thou be'st in the place;
to darkness' curtains he retires,
out of the morning's purple bed,
thy quire of birds about thee play,
a body's privilege to assume,
vanish again invisibly
196 All the world's bravery, that delights our eyes,
is but thy several liveries:
thou the rich dye on them bestow'st, thy nimble pencil paints this landscape as thou go'st. A crimson garment in the rose thou wear'st;
a crown of studded gold thou bear'st,
the virgin lilies in their white are clad but with the lawn of almost naked light. The violet, spring's little infant, stands
girt in thy purple swaddling-bands:
on the fair tulip thou dost dote; thou cloth’st it with a gay and party-coloured coat. With flame condens'd thou dost the jewels fix,
and solid colours in it mix:
Flora herself envies to see flowers fairer than her own, and durable as she. Ah, Goddess! would thou could'st thy hand withhold
and be less liberal to gold;
didst thou less value to it give of how much care, alas! might'st thou poor man relieve!
197 To me the Sun is more delightful far;
and all fair days much fairer are;
but few, ah wondrous few there be who do not gold prefer, O Goddess! ev'n to thee, Through the soft ways of heaven and air and sea,
which open all their pores to thee,
like a clear river thou dost glide,
gently thy source the land o'erflows;
takes there possession and does make, of colours mingled, light, a thick and standing lake. But the vast ocean of unbounded day
in th' empyrean heaven does stay:
thy rivers, lakes and springs below, from thence took first their rise, thither at last must flow.
'HE fountains mingle with the river
the winds of heaven mix for ever
P. B. SHELLEY
199 SONG FOR THE WANDERING JEW
THOUGH the torrents from their fountains
roar down many a craggy steep,