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God said Let there be light and there was light	A
At once the glorious sun at his command	B
From space illimitable void and dark	C
Sprang jubilant and angel hierarchies	D
Whose long hosannahs pealed from orb to orb	E
Sang Glory be to Thee God of all worlds	F
Then beautiful the ball of this terrene	G
Rolled in the beam of first created day	H
And all its elements obeyed the voice	I
Of Him the great Creator Air and Fire	J
And Earth and Water each its ministry	K
Performed whilst Chaos from his ebon throne	G
Leaped up and so magnificent and decked	L
And mantled in its ambient atmosphere	M
The living world began its state	N
To thee	K
Spirit of Air I lift the venturous song	O
Whose viewless presence fills the living scene	G
Whose element ten thousand thousand wings	P
Fan joyous o'er whose fields the morning clouds	Q
Ride high whose rule the lightning shafts obey	H
And the deep thunder's long careering march	R
The Winds too are thy subjects from the breeze	D
That like a child upon a holiday	H
On the high mountain's van pursues the down	G
Of the gray thistle ere the autumnal shower	J
Steals soft and mars his pastime to the King	S
Of Hurricanes that sounds his mighty shell	T
And bids Tornado sweep the Western world	U
Sylph of the Summer Gale on thee I call	V
Oh come when now gay June is in her car	W
Wafting the breath of roses as she moves	X
Come to this garden bower which I have hung	Y
With tendrils and the fragrant eglantine	G
And mandrake rich with many mantling stars	Z
'Tis pleasant when thy breath is on the leaves	A2
Without to rest in this embowering shade	B2
And mark the green fly circling to and fro	C2
O'er the still water with his dragon wings	P
Shooting from bank to bank now in quick turns	D2
Then swift athwart as is the gazer's glance	E2
Pursuing still his mate they with delight	A
As if they moved in morris to the sound	F2
Harmonious of this ever dripping rill	G2
Now in advance now in retreat now round	F2
Dart through their mazy rings and seem to say	H
The Summer and the Sun are ours	H2
But thou	I2
Sylph of the Summer Gale delay a while	J2
Thy airy flight whilst here Francesca leans	K2
And charmed by Ossian's harp seems in the breeze	D
To hear Malvina's plaint thou to her ear	L2
Come unperceived like music of the song	O
From Cona's vale of streams then with the bee	K
That sounds his horn busied from flower to flower	J
Speed o'er the yellow meadows breathing ripe	M2
Their summer incense or amid the furze	D
That paints with bloom intense the upland crofts	D
With momentary essence tinge thy wings	D
Or in the grassy lanes one after one	G
Lift light the nodding foxglove's purple bell	T
Thence to the distant sea and where the flag	N2
Hangs idly down without a wavy curl	O2
Thou hoverest o'er the topmast or dost raise	D
The full and flowing mainsail Steadily	K
The helmsman cries as now thy breath is heard	P2
Among the stirring cordage o'er his head	Q2
So steadily he cries as right he steers	D
Speeds our proud ship along the world of waves	D
Sylph may thy favouring breath more gently blow	C2
More gently round the temples and the cheek	R2
Of him who leaving home and friends behind	S2
In silence musing o'er the ocean leans	D
And watches every passing shade that marks	D
The southern Channel's fast retiring line	G
Then as the ship rolls on keeps a long look	T2
Fixed on the lessening Lizard the last point	U2
Of that delightful country where he left	V2
All his fond hopes behind it lessens still	G2
Still still it lessens and now disappears	D
He turns and only sees the waves that rock	W2
Boundless How many anxious morns shall rise	D
How many moons shall light the farthest seas	D
O'er what new scenes and regions shall he stray	H
A weary man still thinking of his home	X2
Ere he again that shore shall view and greet	Y2
With blissful thronging hopes and starting tears	D
Of heartfelt welcome and of warmest love	Z2
Perhaps ah never So didst thou go forth	A3
My poor lost brother	J
The airs of morning as enticing played	B2
And gently round thee and their whisperings	D
Might sooth if aught could sooth a boding heart	B3
For thou wert bound to visit scenes of death	C3
Where the sick gale alas unlike the breeze	D
That bore the gently swelling sail along	O
Was tainted with the breath of pestilence	D
That smote the silent camp and night and day	H
Sat mocking on the putrid carcases	D
Thou too didst perish As the south west blows	D
Thy bones perhaps now whiten on the coast	D3
Of old Algarva I meantime these shades	D
Of village solitude hoping erewhile	G2
To welcome thee from many a toil restored	E3
Still deck and now thy empty urn alone	G
I meet where swaying in the summer gale	G2
The willow whispers in my evening walk	F3
Sylph in thy airy robe I see thee float	G3
A rainbow o'er thy head and in thy hand	B
The magic instrument that as thy wing	S
Lucid and painted like the butterfly's	D
Waves to and from most musically rings	D
Sometimes in joyance as the flaunting leaf	H3
Of the white poplar sometimes sad and slow	G2
As bearing pensive airs from Pity's grave	I3
Soft child of air thou tendest on his sway	H
As gentle Ariel at the bidding hies	D
Of mighty Prospero yet other winds	D
Throng to his wizard 'hest inspiring some	J3
Some melancholy and yet soothing much	K3
The drooping wanderer in the fading copse	D
Some terrible with solitude and death	C3
Attendant on their march the wild Simoom	J3
Riding on whirling spires of burning sand	B
That move along the Nubian wilderness	D
And bury deep the silent caravan	G
Monsoon up starting from his half year sleep	L3
Upon the vernal shores of Hindostan	G
And tempesting with sounds of torrent rain	G
And hail the darkening main and red Sameel	G2
Blasting and withering like a rivelled leaf	H3
The pilgrim as he roams Sirocco sad	M3
That pants all summer on the cloudless shores	D
Of faint Parthenope deep in the mine	G
Oft lurks the lurid messenger of death	C3
The ghastly fiend that blows when the pale light	A
Quivers and leaves the gasping wretch to die	N3
The imp that when the hollow curfew knolls	D
Wanders the misty marish lighting it	O3
At night with errant and fantastic flame	J3
Spirit of air these are thy ministers	D
That wait thy will but thou art all in all	G2
And dead without thee were the flower the leaf	H3
The waving forest rivelled the great sea	D
Still the lithe birds of heaven extinct and ceased	P3
The soul of melting music	Q3
This fair scene	G
Lives in thy tender touch for so it seems	D
Whilst universal nature owns thy sway	H
From the mute insect on the summer pool	G2
That with long cobweb legs firm as on earth	R3
The ostrich skims flits idly to and fro	G2
Making no dimple on the watery mass	D
To the huge grampus spouting as he rolls	D
A cataract amid the cold clear sky	N3
And furrowing far and wide the northern deep	L3
Thy presence permeates and fills the whole	G2
As the poor butterfly that painted gay	H
With mealy wings red amber white or dropped	S3
With golden stains floats o'er the yellow corn	G
Idly as bent on pastime while the morn	G
Smiles on his devious voyage if inclosed	S3
In the exhausted prison whence thy breath	C3
With suction slow is drawn he feels the change	T3
How dire in palsied inanition drops	D
Weak flags his weary wing and weaker yet	S3
His frame with tremulous convulsion moves	D
A moment and the next is still in death	C3
So were the great and glorious world itself	U3
The tenants of its continents all ceased	S3
A wide a motionless a putrid waste	S3
Its seas How droops the languid mariner	J
When not a breath along the sluggish main	G
Strays on the sultry surface as it sleeps	D
When far away the winds are flown to dash	V3
The congregated ocean on the Cape	W3
Of Southern Africa leaving the while	G2
The flood's vast surface noiseless waveless white	S3
Beneath Mozambique's long reflected woods	D
A gleaming mirror spread from east to west	S3
Where the still ship as on a bed of glass	D
Sits motionless Awake ye hurricanes	D
Ye winds that harrow up the wintry waste	S3
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William Lisle Bowles

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