514 515 By those who tempt it to betray ONE WORD IS TOO OFTEN PROFANED ONE word is too often profaned One feeling too falsely disdain'd I can give not what men call love; The worship the heart lifts above OZYMANDIAS OF EGYPT I MET a traveller from an antique land 516 'My name is Ozymandias, king of kings: THE FLIGHT OF LOVE WHEN the lamp is shatter'd Sweet tones are remember'd not; As music and splendour Survive not the lamp and the lute, No song when the spirit is mute- Like the wind through a ruin'd cell, That ring the dead seaman's knell. When hearts have once mingled, To endure what it once possesst. O Love! who bewailest The frailty of all things here, Why choose you the frailest For your cradle, your home, and your bier? Its passions will rock thee As the storms rock the ravens on high; Bright reason will mock thee Like the sun from a wintry sky. From thy nest every rafter Will rot, and thine eagle home 517 Leave thee naked to laughter, When leaves fall and cold winds come. THE CLOUD I BRING fresh showers for the thirsting flowers, I bear light shade for the leaves when laid From my wings are shaken the dews that waken When rocked to rest on their mother's breast, And whiten the green plains under, I sift the snow on the mountains below, And their great pines groan aghast; While I sleep in the arms of the blast. In a cavern under is fretted the thunder, Over earth and ocean, with gentle motion, Lured by the love of the genii that move Over the rills, and the crags, and the hills, Wherever he dream, under mountain or stream And I all the while bask in heaven's blue smile, The sanguine sunrise, with his meteor eyes, Leaps on the back of my sailing rack, As on the jag of a mountain crag, Which an earthquake rocks and swings, An eagle alit one moment may sit In the light of its golden wings. [beneath, And when sunset may breathe from the lit sea Its ardours of rest and of love, And the crimson pall of eve may fall From the depth of heaven above, With wings folded I rest, on mine airy nest, That orbed maiden with white fire laden, Glides glimmering o'er my fleece-like floor, And wherever the beat of her unseen feet, May have broken the woof of my tent's thin roof, And I laugh to see them whirl and flee, When I widen the rent in my wind-built tent, I bind the sun's throne with a burning zone, Sunbeam-proof, I hang like a roof, The mountains its columns be. The triumphal arch through which I march [chair, When the powers of the air are chained to my The sphere-fire above its soft colours wove, While the moist earth was laughing below. 518 I am the daughter of the earth and water, I pass through the pores of the ocean and shores; For after the rain when with never a stain, The pavilion of heaven is bare, And the winds and sunbeams with their convex gleams, I silently laugh at my own cenotaph, And out of the caverns of rain, [tomb, Like a child from the womb, like a ghost from the STANZAS APRIL, 1814 AWAY! the moor is dark beneath the moon, Rapid clouds have drank the last pale beam of even: Away! the gathering winds will call the darkness soon, And profoundest midnight shroud the serene lights of heaven. Pause not! The time is past! Every voice cries, Away! Tempt not with one last tear thy friend's ungentle mood: Thy lover's eye, so glazed and cold, dares not entreat thy stay: Duty and dereliction guide thee back to solitude. Away, away! to thy sad and silent home; Pour bitter tears on its desolated hearth; Watch the dim shades as like ghosts they go and come, The leaves of wasted autumn woods shall float around thine head: The blooms of dewy spring shall gleam beneath thy feet: But thy soul or this world must fade in the frost that binds the dead, Ere midnight's frown and morning's smile, ere thou and peace may meet. |