its blossoms fade, And blighted are the leaves that cast its shade; Whilst the cold hand gathers its scanty fruit, Whose chillness struck a canker to its root. February 1812. 1812. EYES. How eloquent are eyes! Not the rapt poet's frenzied lay Not music's most impassioned note Love, look thus again,— That your look may lighten a waste of years, Through the cold shower of tears. THE DEMON OF THE WORLD. CONCLUSION. AWHILE the Spirit paused in ecstasy. Yet soon she saw, as the vast spheres swept by, Shadows and skeletons and fiendly shapes, In verse, such as malignant gods pronounce, Mitres, and crowns, and brazen chariots stained Brooking no eye to witness their foul shame, Which human hearts must feel while human tongues Tremble to speak. They did rage horribly, Breathing in self-contempt fierce blasphemies 1815. Against the Dæmon of the World, and high Serene and inaccessibly secure, Stood on an isolated pinnacle; The flood of ages combating below, Nature's unchanging harmony. MONT BLANC. (A CANCELLED passage of THE POEM). Descending on the pines. The torrents pour . June 1816. ... SINGING. My spirit like a charmed barque doth swim, Far away into the regions dim Of rapture-as a boat with swift sails winging 1817. 1817. A HATE-SONG. (IMPROVISED). A HATER he came and sat by a ditch, And he took out an old cracked lute; And he sang a song which was more of a screech 'Gainst a woman that was a brute. 1817. TO WILLIAM SHELLEY. (CANCELLED PASSAGES OF THAT POEM, P 167). THE world is now our dwelling-place: Of what was great and free does keep, Mild thoughts of man's ungentle race Shall our contented exile reap: This lament, The memory of thy grievous wrong,- But genius is omnipotent To hallow JULIAN AND MADDALO. (FRAGMENTS SUPPOSED TO HAVE BEEN ORIGINALLY INTENDED FOR THAT POEM). "WHAT think you the dead are ?" "Why, dust and clay : What should they be?" "Tis the last hour of day. Look on the west! How beautiful it is, Vaulted with radiant vapours! The deep bliss The edges of that cloud . . . fade Into a hue like some harmonious thought The light hues of the tender, pure, serene, "Ay, beautiful! But, when our . . . 1818. "Perhaps the only comfort which remains PROMETHEUS UNBOUND. (VARIATION OF THE LYRIC OF THE MOON, vol. i. p. 375). As a violet's gentle eye, Gazes on the azure sky Until its hue grows like what it beholds; As a grey and empty mist Lies like solid amethyst Over the western mountain it enfolds, When the sunset sleeps Upon its snow; As a strain of sweetest sound Wraps itself the wind around 1819. Until the voiceless wind be music too; As aught dark, vain, and dull, 1820. ODE TO LIBERTY.· (A CANCELLED PASSAGE OF THE POEM). Penetrates their dreamlike frame, Till they become charged with the strength of flame. EPIPSYCHIDION. (CANCELLED PASSAGES OF THAT POEM). AND what is that most brief and bright delight A naked seraph? none hath ever known. It fills the world with glory-and is gone. It floats with rainbow pinions o'er the stream Of life, which flows like a . . dream What is that joy which serene infancy |