The Revolt Of Islam. - To Mary -

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So now my summer task is ended Mary	B
And I return to thee mine own heart's home	C
As to his Queen some victor Knight of Faery	B
Earning bright spoils for her enchanted dome	C
Nor thou disdain that ere my fame become	D
A star among the stars of mortal night	E
If it indeed may cleave its natal gloom	F
Its doubtful promise thus I would unite	E
With thy beloved name thou Child of love and light	E
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The toil which stole from thee so many an hour	B
Is ended and the fruit is at thy feet	G
No longer where the woods to frame a bower	B
With interlaced branches mix and meet	G
Or where with sound like many voices sweet	G
Waterfalls leap among wild islands green	H
Which framed for my lone boat a lone retreat	G
Of moss grown trees and weeds shall I be seen	H
But beside thee where still my heart has ever been	I
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Thoughts of great deeds were mine dear Friend when first	J
The clouds which wrap this world from youth did pass	K
I do remember well the hour which burst	J
My spirit's sleep A fresh May dawn it was	L
When I walked forth upon the glittering grass	K
And wept I knew not why until there rose	M
From the near schoolroom voices that alas	K
Were but one echo from a world of woes	M
The harsh and grating strife of tyrants and of foes	M
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And then I clasped my hands and looked around	N
But none was near to mock my streaming eyes	O
Which poured their warm drops on the sunny ground	N
So without shame I spake 'I will be wise	O
And just and free and mild if in me lies	O
Such power for I grow weary to behold	P
The selfish and the strong still tyrannise	O
Without reproach or check ' I then controlled	P
My tears my heart grew calm and I was meek and bold	P
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And from that hour did I with earnest thought	Q
Heap knowledge from forbidden mines of lore	B
Yet nothing that my tyrants knew or taught	Q
I cared to learn but from that secret store	B
Wrought linked armour for my soul before	B
It might walk forth to war among mankind	R
Thus power and hope were strengthened more and more	B
Within me till there came upon my mind	R
A sense of loneliness a thirst with which I pined	R
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Alas that love should be a blight and snare	B
To those who seek all sympathies in one	S
Such once I sought in vain then black despair	B
The shadow of a starless night was thrown	T
Over the world in which I moved alone	T
Yet never found I one not false to me	B
Hard hearts and cold like weights of icy stone	T
Which crushed and withered mine that could not be	B
Aught but a lifeless clod until revived by thee	B
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Thou Friend whose presence on my wintry heart	U
Fell like bright Spring upon some herbless plain	V
How beautiful and calm and free thou wert	W
In thy young wisdom when the mortal chain	V
Of Custom thou didst burst and rend in twain	V
And walked as free as light the clouds among	X
Which many an envious slave then breathed in vain	V
From his dim dungeon and my spirit sprung	X
To meet thee from the woes which had begirt it long	Y
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No more alone through the world's wilderness	O
Although I trod the paths of high intent	Z
I journeyed now no more companionless	O
Where solitude is like despair I went	Z
There is the wisdom of a stern content	Z
When Poverty can blight the just and good	A2
When Infamy dares mock the innocent	B2
And cherished friends turn with the multitude	C2
To trample this was ours and we unshaken stood	A2
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Now has descended a serener hour	B
And with inconstant fortune friends return	D2
Though suffering leaves the knowledge and the power	B
Which says Let scorn be not repaid with scorn	E2
And from thy side two gentle babes are born	E2
To fill our home with smiles and thus are we	B
Most fortunate beneath life's beaming morn	E2
And these delights and thou have been to me	B
The parents of the Song I consecrate to thee	B
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Is it that now my inexperienced fingers	O
But strike the prelude of a loftier strain	V
Or must the lyre on which my spirit lingers	O
Soon pause in silence ne'er to sound again	F2
Though it might shake the Anarch Custom's reign	V
And charm the minds of men to Truth's own sway	G2
Holier than was Amphion's I would fain	V
Reply in hope but I am worn away	G2
And Death and Love are yet contending for their prey	G2
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And what art thou I know but dare not speak	H2
Time may interpret to his silent years	O
Yet in the paleness of thy thoughtful cheek	H2
And in the light thine ample forehead wears	O
And in thy sweetest smiles and in thy tears	O
And in thy gentle speech a prophecy	B
Is whispered to subdue my fondest fears	O
And through thine eyes even in thy soul I see	B
A lamp of vestal fire burning internally	B
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They say that thou wert lovely from thy birth	I2
Of glorious parents thou aspiring Child	J2
I wonder not for One then left this earth	I2
Whose life was like a setting planet mild	J2
Which clothed thee in the radiance undefiled	J2
Of its departing glory still her fame	K2
Shines on thee through the tempests dark and wild	J2
Which shake these latter days and thou canst claim	K2
The shelter from thy Sire of an immortal name	K2
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One voice came forth from many a mighty spirit	J2
Which was the echo of three thousand years	O
And the tumultuous world stood mute to hear it	J2
As some lone man who in a desert hears	O
The music of his home unwonted fears	O
Fell on the pale oppressors of our race	O
And Faith and Custom and low thoughted cares	O
Like thunder stricken dragons for a space	O
Left the torn human heart their food and dwelling place	O
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Truth's deathless voice pauses among mankind	J2
If there must be no response to my cry	B
If men must rise and stamp with fury blind	J2
On his pure name who loves them thou and I	B
Sweet friend can look from our tranquillity	J2
Like lamps into the world's tempestuous night	J2
Two tranquil stars while clouds are passing by	B
Which wrap them from the foundering seaman's sight	J2
That burn from year to year with unextinguished light	J2

Percy Bysshe Shelley

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