Epipsychidion. Verses Addressed To The Noble And Unfortunate Lady, Emilia V - Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
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Whose empire is the name thou weepest on | B |
In my heart's temple I suspend to thee | C |
These votive wreaths of withered memory | C |
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Poor captive bird who from thy narrow cage | D |
Pourest such music that it might assuage | D |
The rugged hearts of those who prisoned thee | C |
Were they not deaf to all sweet melody | C |
This song shall be thy rose its petals pale | E |
Are dead indeed my adored Nightingale | E |
But soft and fragrant is the faded blossom | F |
And it has no thorn left to wound thy bosom | F |
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High spirit winged Heart who dost for ever | G |
Beat thine unfeeling bars with vain endeavour | G |
Till those bright plumes of thought in which arrayed | H |
It over soared this low and worldly shade | H |
Lie shattered and thy panting wounded breast | I |
Stains with dear blood its unmaternal nest | I |
I weep vain tears blood would less bitter be | C |
Yet poured forth gladlier could it profit thee | C |
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Seraph of Heaven too gentle to be human | A |
Veiling beneath that radiant form of Woman | A |
All that is insupportable in thee | C |
Of light and love and immortality | C |
Sweet Benediction in the eternal Curse | J |
Veiled Glory of this lampless Universe | J |
Thou Moon beyond the clouds Thou living Form | K |
Among the Dead Thou Star above the Storm | K |
Thou Wonder and thou Beauty and thou Terror | G |
Thou Harmony of Nature's art Thou Mirror | G |
In whom as in the splendour of the Sun | A |
All shapes look glorious which thou gazest on | B |
Ay even the dim words which obscure thee now | L |
Flash lightning like with unaccustomed glow | M |
I pray thee that thou blot from this sad song | N |
All of its much mortality and wrong | N |
With those clear drops which start like sacred dew | O |
From the twin lights thy sweet soul darkens through | O |
Weeping till sorrow becomes ecstasy | C |
Then smile on it so that it may not die | P |
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I never thought before my death to see | C |
Youth's vision thus made perfect Emily | C |
I love thee though the world by no thin name | Q |
Will hide that love from its unvalued shame | Q |
Would we two had been twins of the same mother | G |
Or that the name my heart lent to another | G |
Could be a sister's bond for her and thee | C |
Blending two beams of one eternity | C |
Yet were one lawful and the other true | O |
These names though dear could paint not as is due | O |
How beyond refuge I am thine Ah me | C |
I am not thine I am a part of THEE | C |
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Sweet Lamp my moth like Muse has burned its wings | R |
Or like a dying swan who soars and sings | R |
Young Love should teach Time in his own gray style | S |
All that thou art Art thou not void of guile | S |
A lovely soul formed to be blessed and bless | T |
A well of sealed and secret happiness | U |
Whose waters like blithe light and music are | V |
Vanquishing dissonance and gloom A Star | V |
Which moves not in the moving heavens alone | W |
A Smile amid dark frowns a gentle tone | W |
Amid rude voices a beloved light | X |
A Solitude a Refuge a Delight | X |
A Lute which those whom Love has taught to play | Y |
Make music on to soothe the roughest day | Y |
And lull fond Grief asleep a buried treasure | G |
A cradle of young thoughts of wingless pleasure | G |
A violet shrouded grave of Woe I measure | G |
The world of fancies seeking one like thee | C |
And find alas mine own infirmity | C |
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She met me Stranger upon life's rough way | Y |
And lured me towards sweet Death as Night by Day | Y |
Winter by Spring or Sorrow by swift Hope | Z |
Led into light life peace An antelope | Z |
In the suspended impulse of its lightness | U |
Were less aethereally light the brightness | U |
Of her divinest presence trembles through | O |
Her limbs as underneath a cloud of dew | O |
Embodied in the windless heaven of June | A2 |
Amid the splendour winged stars the Moon | A2 |
Burns inextinguishably beautiful | B2 |
And from her lips as from a hyacinth full | C2 |
Of honey dew a liquid murmur drops | D2 |
Killing the sense with passion sweet as stops | D2 |
Of planetary music heard in trance | E2 |
In her mild lights the starry spirits dance | E2 |
The sunbeams of those wells which ever leap | F2 |
Under the lightnings of the soul too deep | F2 |
For the brief fathom line of thought or sense | G2 |
The glory of her being issuing thence | G2 |
Stains the dead blank cold air with a warm shade | H |
Of unentangled intermixture made | H |
By Love of light and motion one intense | G2 |
Diffusion one serene Omnipresence | H2 |
Whose flowing outlines mingle in their flowing | I2 |
Around her cheeks and utmost fingers glowing | I2 |
With the unintermitted blood which there | J2 |
Quivers as in a fleece of snow like air | J2 |
The crimson pulse of living morning quiver | G |
Continuously prolonged and ending never | G |
Till they are lost and in that Beauty furled | H |
Which penetrates and clasps and fills the world | H |
Scarce visible from extreme loveliness | H2 |
Warm fragrance seems to fall from her light dress | H2 |
And her loose hair and where some heavy tress | H2 |
The air of her own speed has disentwined | H |
The sweetness seems to satiate the faint wind | H |
And in the soul a wild odour is felt | H |
Beyond the sense like fiery dews that melt | H |
Into the bosom of a frozen bud | H |
See where she stands a mortal shape indued | H |
With love and life and light and deity | H |
And motion which may change but cannot die | H |
An image of some bright Eternity | H |
A shadow of some golden dream a Splendour | G |
Leaving the third sphere pilotless a tender | G |
Reflection of the eternal Moon of Love | K2 |
Under whose motions life's dull billows move | L2 |
A Metaphor of Spring and Youth and Morning | I2 |
A Vision like incarnate April warning | I2 |
With smiles and tears Frost the Anatomy | H |
Into his summer grave | M2 |
Ah woe is me | H |
What have I dared where am I lifted how | L |
Shall I descend and perish not I know | M |
That Love makes all things equal I have heard | H |
By mine own heart this joyous truth averred | H |
The spirit of the worm beneath the sod | H |
In love and worship blends itself with God | H |
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Spouse Sister Angel Pilot of the Fate | H |
Whose course has been so starless O too late | H |
Beloved O too soon adored by me | H |
For in the fields of Immortality | H |
My spirit should at first have worshipped thine | N2 |
A divine presence in a place divine | N2 |
Or should have moved beside it on this earth | O2 |
A shadow of that substance from its birth | O2 |
But not as now I love thee yes I feel | P2 |
That on the fountain of my heart a seal | P2 |
Is set to keep its waters pure and bright | H |
For thee since in those TEARS thou hast delight | H |
We are we not formed as notes of music are | G |
For one another though dissimilar | G |
Such difference without discord as can make | Q2 |
Those sweetest sounds in which all spirits shake | Q2 |
As trembling leaves in a continuous air | G |
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Thy wisdom speaks in me and bids me dare | G |
Beacon the rocks on which high hearts are wrecked | H |
I never was attached to that great sect | H |
Whose doctrine is that each one should select | H |
Out of the crowd a mistress or a friend | H |
And all the rest though fair and wise commend | H |
To cold oblivion though it is in the code | H |
Of modern morals and the beaten road | H |
Which those poor slaves with weary footsteps tread | H |
Who travel to their home among the dead | H |
By the broad highway of the world and so | M |
With one chained friend perhaps a jealous foe | M |
The dreariest and the longest journey go | M |
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True Love in this differs from gold and clay | Y |
That to divide is not to take away | Y |
Love is like understanding that grows bright | H |
Gazing on many truths 'tis like thy light | H |
Imagination which from earth and sky | H |
And from the depths of human fantasy | H |
As from a thousand prisms and mirrors fills | H2 |
The Universe with glorious beams and kills | H2 |
Error the worm with many a sun like arrow | M |
Of its reverberated lightning Narrow | M |
The heart that loves the brain that contemplates | H2 |
The life that wears the spirit that creates | H2 |
One object and one form and builds thereby | H |
A sepulchre for its eternity | H |
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Mind from its object differs most in this | H2 |
Evil from good misery from happiness | H2 |
The baser from the nobler the impure | G |
And frail from what is clear and must endure | G |
If you divide suffering and dross you may | Y |
Diminish till it is consumed away | Y |
If you divide pleasure and love and thought | H |
Each part exceeds the whole and we know not | H |
How much while any yet remains unshared | H |
Of pleasure may be gained of sorrow spared | H |
This truth is that deep well whence sages draw | G |
The unenvied light of hope the eternal law | G |
By which those live to whom this world of life | R2 |
Is as a garden ravaged and whose strife | R2 |
Tills for the promise of a later birth | O2 |
The wilderness of this Elysian earth | O2 |
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There was a Being whom my spirit oft | H |
Met on its visioned wanderings far aloft | H |
In the clear golden prime of my youth's dawn | S2 |
Upon the fairy isles of sunny lawn | S2 |
Amid the enchanted mountains and the caves | H2 |
Of divine sleep and on the air like waves | H2 |
Of wonder level dream whose tremulous floor | G |
Paved her light steps on an imagined shore | G |
Under the gray beak of some promontory | G |
She met me robed in such exceeding glory | G |
That I beheld her not In solitudes | H2 |
Her voice came to me through the whispering woods | H2 |
And from the fountains and the odours deep | F2 |
Of flowers which like lips murmuring in their sleep | F2 |
Of the sweet kisses which had lulled them there | G |
Breathed but of HER to the enamoured air | G |
And from the breezes whether low or loud | H |
And from the rain of every passing cloud | H |
And from the singing of the summer birds | H2 |
And from all sounds all silence In the words | H2 |
Of antique verse and high romance in form | K |
Sound colour in whatever checks that Storm | K |
Which with the shattered present chokes the past | H |
And in that best philosophy whose taste | H |
Makes this cold common hell our life a doom | T2 |
As glorious as a fiery martyrdom | F |
Her Spirit was the harmony of truth | U2 |
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Then from the caverns of my dreamy youth | U2 |
I sprang as one sandalled with plumes of fire | G |
And towards the lodestar of my one desire | G |
I flitted like a dizzy moth whose flight | H |
Is as a dead leaf's in the owlet light | H |
When it would seek in Hesper's setting sphere | G |
A radiant death a fiery sepulchre | G |
As if it were a lamp of earthly flame | Q |
But She whom prayers or tears then could not tame | Q |
Passed like a God throned on a winged planet | H |
Whose burning plumes to tenfold swiftness fan it | H |
Into the dreary cone of our life's shade | H |
And as a man with mighty loss dismayed | H |
I would have followed though the grave between | V2 |
Yawned like a gulf whose spectres are unseen | V2 |
When a voice said 'O thou of hearts the weakest | H |
The phantom is beside thee whom thou seekest ' | - |
Then I 'Where ' the world's echo answered 'where ' | - |
And in that silence and in my despair | G |
I questioned every tongueless wind that flew | O |
Over my tower of mourning if it knew | O |
Whither 'twas fled this soul out of my soul | W2 |
And murmured names and spells which have control | W2 |
Over the sightless tyrants of our fate | H |
But neither prayer nor verse could dissipate | H |
The night which closed on her nor uncreate | H |
That world within this Chaos mine and me | G |
Of which she was the veiled Divinity | G |
The world I say of thoughts that worshipped her | G |
And therefore I went forth with hope and fear | G |
And every gentle passion sick to death | X2 |
Feeding my course with expectation's breath | X2 |
Into the wintry forest of our life | R2 |
And struggling through its error with vain strife | R2 |
And stumbling in my weakness and my haste | H |
And half bewildered by new forms I passed | H |
Seeking among those untaught foresters | H2 |
If I could find one form resembling hers | H2 |
In which she might have masked herself from me | G |
There One whose voice was venomed melody | G |
Sate by a well under blue nightshade bowers | H2 |
The breath of her false mouth was like faint flowers | H2 |
Her touch was as electric poison flame | Q |
Out of her looks into my vitals came | Q |
And from her living cheeks and bosom flew | O |
A killing air which pierced like honey dew | O |
Into the core of my green heart and lay | Y |
Upon its leaves until as hair grown gray | Y |
O'er a young brow they hid its unblown prime | Y2 |
With ruins of unseasonable time | Y2 |
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In many mortal forms I rashly sought | H |
The shadow of that idol of my thought | H |
And some were fair but beauty dies away | Y |
Others were wise but honeyed words betray | Y |
And One was true oh why not true to me | G |
Then as a hunted deer that could not flee | G |
I turned upon my thoughts and stood at bay | Y |
Wounded and weak and panting the cold day | Y |
Trembled for pity of my strife and pain | Z2 |
When like a noonday dawn there shone again | A3 |
Deliverance One stood on my path who seemed | H |
As like the glorious shape which I had d reamed | H |
As is the Moon whose changes ever run | A |
Into themselves to the eternal Sun | A |
The cold chaste Moon the Queen of Heaven's bright isles | H2 |
Who makes all beautiful on which she smiles | H2 |
That wandering shrine of soft yet icy flame | Q |
Which ever is transformed yet still the same | Q |
And warms not but illumines Young and fair | G |
As the descended Spirit of that sphere | G |
She hid me as the Moon may hide the night | H |
From its own darkness until all was bright | H |
Between the Heaven and Earth of my calm mind | H |
And as a cloud charioted by the wind | H |
She led me to a cave in that wild place | H2 |
And sate beside me with her downward face | H2 |
Illumining my slumbers like the Moon | A2 |
Waxing and waning o'er Endymion | A2 |
And I was laid asleep spirit and limb | B3 |
And all my being became bright or dim | B3 |
As the Moon's image in a summer sea | G |
According as she smiled or frowned on me | G |
And there I lay within a chaste cold bed | H |
Alas I then was nor alive nor dead | H |
For at her silver voice came Death and Life | R2 |
Unmindful each of their accustomed strife | R2 |
Masked like twin babes a sister and a brother | G |
The wandering hopes of one abandoned mother | G |
And through the cavern without wings they flew | O |
And cried 'Away he is not of our crew ' | - |
I wept and though it be a dream I weep | F2 |
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What storms then shook the ocean of my sleep | F2 |
Blotting that Moon whose pale and waning lips | H2 |
Then shrank as in the sickness of eclipse | H2 |
And how my soul was as a lampless sea | G |
And who was then its Tempest and when She | G |
The Planet of that hour was quenched what frost | H |
Crept o'er those waters till from coast to coast | H |
The moving billows of my being fell | C3 |
Into a death of ice immovable | B2 |
And then what earthquakes made it gape and split | H |
The white Moon smiling all the while on it | H |
These words conceal If not each word would be | G |
The key of staunchless tears Weep not for me | G |
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At length into the obscure Forest came | Q |
The Vision I had sought through grief and shame | Q |
Athwart that wintry wilderness of thorns | H2 |
Flashed from her motion splendour like the Morn's | H2 |
And from her presence life was radiated | H |
Through the gray earth and branches bare and dead | H |
So that her way was paved and roofed above | K2 |
With flowers as soft as thoughts of budding love | K2 |
And music from her respiration spread | H |
Like light all other sounds were penetrated | H |
By the small still sweet spirit of that sound | H |
So that the savage winds hung mute around | H |
And odours warm and fresh fell from her hair | G |
Dissolving the dull cold in the frore air | G |
Soft as an Incarnation of the Sun | A2 |
When light is changed to love this glorious One | A2 |
Floated into the cavern where I lay | Y |
And called my Spirit and the dreaming clay | Y |
Was lifted by the thing that dreamed below | M |
As smoke by fire and in her beauty's glow | M |
I stood and felt the dawn of my long night | H |
Was penetrating me with living light | H |
I knew it was the Vision veiled from me | G |
So many years that it was Emily | G |
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Twin Spheres of light who rule this passive Earth | O2 |
This world of loves this ME and into birth | O2 |
Awaken all its fruits and flowers and dart | H |
Magnetic might into its central heart | H |
And lift its billows and its mists and guide | H |
By everlasting laws each wind and tide | H |
To its fit cloud and its appointed cave | M2 |
And lull its storms each in the craggy grave | M2 |
Which was its cradle luring to faint bowers | H2 |
The armies of the rainbow winged showers | H2 |
And as those married lights which from the towers | H2 |
Of Heaven look forth and fold the wandering globe | D3 |
In liquid sleep and splendour as a robe | D3 |
And all their many mingled influence blend | H |
If equal yet unlike to one sweet end | H |
So ye bright regents with alternate sway | Y |
Govern my sphere of being night and day | Y |
Thou not disdaining even a borrowed might | H |
Thou not eclipsing a remoter light | H |
And through the shadow of the seasons three | G |
From Spring to Autumn's sere maturity | G |
Light it into the Winter of the tomb | T2 |
Where it may ripen to a brighter bloom | T2 |
Thou too O Comet beautiful and fierce | H2 |
Who drew the heart of this frail Universe | H2 |
Towards thine own till wrecked in that convulsion | A2 |
Alternating attraction and repulsion | A2 |
Thine went astray and that was rent in twain | A2 |
Oh float into our azure heaven again | A2 |
Be there Love's folding star at thy return | A2 |
The living Sun will feed thee from its urn | A2 |
Of golden fire the Moon will veil her horn | A2 |
In thy last smiles adoring Even and Morn | A2 |
Will worship thee with incense of calm breath | X2 |
And lights and shadows as the star of Death | X2 |
And Birth is worshipped by those sisters wild | H |
Called Hope and Fear upon the heart are piled | H |
Their offerings of this sacrifice divine | A2 |
A World shall be the altar | G |
Lady mine | A2 |
Scorn not these flowers of thought the fading birth | O2 |
Which from its heart of hearts that plant puts forth | E3 |
Whose fruit made perfect by thy sunny eyes | H2 |
Will be as of the trees of Paradise | H2 |
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The day is come and thou wilt fly with me | G |
To whatsoe'er of dull mortality | G |
Is mine remain a vestal sister still | F3 |
To the intense the deep the imperishable | F3 |
Not mine but me henceforth be thou united | H |
Even as a bride delighting and delighted | H |
The hour is come the destined Star has risen | A2 |
Which shall descend upon a vacant prison | A2 |
The walls are high the gates are strong thick set | H |
The sentinels but true Love never yet | H |
Was thus constrained it overleaps all fence | H2 |
Like lightning with invisible violence | H2 |
Piercing its continents like Heaven's free breath | X2 |
Which he who grasps can hold not liker Death | X2 |
Who rides upon a thought and makes his way | Y |
Through temple tower and palace and the array | Y |
Of arms more strength has Love than he or they | Y |
For it can burst his charnel and make free | G |
The limbs in chains the heart in agony | G |
The soul in dust and chaos | H2 |
Emily | G |
A ship is floating in the harbour now | A2 |
A wind is hovering o'er the mountain's brow | A2 |
There is a path on the sea's azure floor | G |
No keel has ever ploughed that path before | G |
The halcyons brood around the foamless isles | H2 |
The treacherous Ocean has forsworn its wiles | H2 |
The merry mariners are bold and free | G |
Say my heart's sister wilt thou sail with me | G |
Our bark is as an albatross whose nest | H |
Is a far Eden of the purple East | H |
And we between her wings will sit while Night | H |
And Day and Storm and Calm pursue their flight | H |
Our ministers along the boundless Sea | G |
Treading each other's heels unheededly | G |
It is an isle under Ionian skies | H2 |
Beautiful as a wreck of Paradise | H2 |
And for the harbours are not safe and good | H |
This land would have remained a solitude | H |
But for some pastoral people native there | G |
Who from the Elysian clear and golden air | G |
Draw the last spirit of the age of gold | H |
Simple and spirited innocent and bold | H |
The blue Aegean girds this chosen home | G3 |
With ever changing sound and light and foam | G3 |
Kissing the sifted sands and caverns hoar | G |
And all the winds wandering along the shore | G |
Undulate with the undulating tide | H |
There are thick woods where sylvan forms abide | H |
And many a fountain rivulet and pond | H |
As clear as elemental diamond | H |
Or serene morning air and far beyond | H |
The mossy tracks made by the goats and deer | G |
Which the rough shepherd treads but once a year | G |
Pierce into glades caverns and bowers and halls | H2 |
Built round with ivy which the waterfalls | H2 |
Illumining with sound that never fails | H2 |
Accompany the noonday nightingales | H2 |
And all the place is peopled with sweet airs | H2 |
The light clear element which the isle wears | H2 |
Is heavy with the scent of lemon flowers | H2 |
Which floats like mist laden with unseen showers | H2 |
And falls upon the eyelids like faint sleep | F2 |
And from the moss violets and jonquils peep | F2 |
And dart their arrowy odour through the brain | A2 |
Till you might faint with that delicious pain | A2 |
And every motion odour beam and tone | A2 |
With that deep music is in unison | A2 |
Which is a soul within the soul they seem | H3 |
Like echoes of an antenatal dream | H3 |
It is an isle 'twixt Heaven Air Earth and Sea | H2 |
Cradled and hung in clear tranquillity | H |
Bright as that wandering Eden Lucifer | G |
Washed by the soft blue Oceans of young air | G |
It is a favoured place Famine or Blight | H |
Pestilence War and Earthquake never light | H |
Upon its mountain peaks blind vultures they | Y |
Sail onward far upon their fatal way | Y |
The winged storms chanting their thunder psalm | I3 |
To other lands leave azure chasms of calm | J3 |
Over this isle or weep themselves in dew | H |
From which its fields and woods ever renew | H |
Their green and golden immortality | H |
And from the sea there rise and from the sky | H |
There fall clear exhalations soft and bright | H |
Veil after veil each hiding some delight | H |
Which Sun or Moon or zephyr draw aside | H |
Till the isle's beauty like a naked bride | H |
Glowing at once with love and loveliness | H2 |
Blushes and trembles at its own excess | H2 |
Yet like a buried lamp a Soul no less | H2 |
Burns in the heart of this delicious isle | G |
An atom of th' Eternal whose own smile | G |
Unfolds itself and may be felt not seen | A2 |
O'er the gray rocks blue waves and forests green | A2 |
Filling their bare and void interstices | H2 |
But the chief marvel of the wilderness | H2 |
Is a lone dwelling built by whom or how | A2 |
None of the rustic island people know | A2 |
'Tis not a tower of strength though with its height | H |
It overtops the woods but for delight | H |
Some wise and tender Ocean King ere crime | Y2 |
Had been invented in the world's young prime | Y2 |
Reared it a wonder of that simple time | Y2 |
An envy of the isles a pleasure house | H2 |
Made sacred to his sister and his spouse | H2 |
It scarce seems now a wreck of human art | H |
But as it were Titanic in the heart | H |
Of Earth having assumed its form then grown | A2 |
Out of the mountains from the living stone | A2 |
Lifting itself in caverns light and high | H |
For all the antique and learned imagery | H |
Has been erased and in the place of it | H |
The ivy and the wild vine interknit | H |
The volumes of their many twining stems | H2 |
Parasite flowers illume with dewy gems | H2 |
The lampless halls and when they fade the sky | H |
Peeps through their winter woof of tracery | H |
With moonlight patches or star atoms keen | A2 |
Or fragments of the day's intense serene | A2 |
Working mosaic on their Parian floors | H2 |
And day and night aloof from the high towers | H2 |
And terraces the Earth and Ocean seem | H3 |
To sleep in one another's arms and dream | H3 |
Of waves flowers clouds woods rocks and all that we | H |
Read in their smiles and call reality | H |
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This isle and house are mine and I have vowed | H |
Thee to be lady of the solitude | H |
And I have fitted up some chambers there | H |
Looking towards the golden Eastern air | H |
And level with the living winds which flow | A2 |
Like waves above the living waves below | A2 |
I have sent books and music there and all | G |
Those instruments with which high Spirits call | G |
The future from its cradle and the past | H |
Out of its grave and make the present last | H |
In thoughts and joys which sleep but cannot die | H |
Folded within their own eternity | H |
Our simple life wants little and true taste | H |
Hires not the pale drudge Luxury to waste | H |
The scene it would adorn and therefore still | G |
Nature with all her children haunts the hill | G |
The ring dove in the embowering ivy yet | H |
Keeps up her love lament and the owls flit | H |
Round the evening tower and the young stars glance | H2 |
Between the quick bats in their twilight dance | H2 |
The spotted deer bask in the fresh moonlight | H |
Before our gate and the slow silent night | H |
Is measured by the pants of their calm sleep | F2 |
Be this our home in life and when years heap | F2 |
Their withered hours like leaves on our decay | Y |
Let us become the overhanging day | Y |
The living soul of this Elysian isle | G |
Conscious inseparable one Meanwhile | G |
We two will rise and sit and walk together | H |
Under the roof of blue Ionian weather | H |
And wander in the meadows or ascend | H |
The mossy mountains where the blue heavens bend | H |
With lightest winds to touch their paramour | H |
Or linger where the pebble paven shore | H |
Under the quick faint kisses of the sea | H |
Trembles and sparkles as with ecstasy | H |
Possessing and possessed by all that is | H2 |
Within that calm circumference of bliss | H2 |
And by each other till to love and live | K3 |
Be one or at the noontide hour arrive | K3 |
Where some old cavern hoar seems yet to keep | F2 |
The moonlight of the expired night asleep | F2 |
Through which the awakened day can never peep | F2 |
A veil for our seclusion close as night's | H2 |
Where secure sleep may kill thine innocent lights | H2 |
Sleep the fresh dew of languid love the rain | A2 |
Whose drops quench kisses till they burn again | A2 |
And we will talk until thought's melody | H |
Become too sweet for utterance and it die | H |
In words to live again in looks which dart | H |
With thrilling tone into the voiceless heart | H |
Harmonizing silence without a sound | H |
Our breath shall intermix our bosoms bound | H |
And our veins beat together and our lips | H2 |
With other eloquence than words eclipse | H2 |
The soul that burns between them and the wells | H2 |
Which boil under our being's inmost cells | H2 |
The fountains of our deepest life shall be | H |
Confused in Passion's golden purity | H |
As mountain springs under the morning sun | A2 |
We shall become the same we shall be one | A2 |
Spirit within two frames oh wherefore two | H |
One passion in twin hearts which grows and grew | H |
Till like two meteors of expanding flame | Q |
Those spheres instinct with it become the same | Q |
Touch mingle are transfigured ever still | G |
Burning yet ever inconsumable | G |
In one another's substance finding food | H |
Like flames too pure and light and unimbued | H |
To nourish their bright lives with baser prey | H |
Which point to Heaven and cannot pass away | H |
One hope within two wills one will beneath | L3 |
Two overshadowing minds one life one death | X2 |
One Heaven one Hell one immortality | H |
And one annihilation Woe is me | H |
The winged words on which my soul would pierce | H2 |
Into the height of Love's rare Universe | H2 |
Are chains of lead around its flight of fire | H |
I pant I sink I tremble I expire | H |
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Weak Verses go kneel at your Sovereign's feet | H |
And say 'We are the masters of thy slave | M2 |
What wouldest thou with us and ours and thine ' | - |
Then call your sisters from Oblivion's cave | M2 |
All singing loud 'Love's very pain is sweet | H |
But its reward is in the world divine | A2 |
Which if not here it builds beyond the grave ' | - |
So shall ye live when I am there Then haste | H |
Over the hearts of men until ye meet | H |
Marina Vanna Primus and the rest | H |
And bid them love each other and be blessed | H |
And leave the troop which errs and which reproves | H2 |
And come and be my guest for I am Love's | H2 |
Percy Bysshe Shelley
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