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Prometheus gave to man, for which he hangs
All spirits are enslaved which serve things evil: Thou knowest if Jupiter be such or no.
Whom called'st thou God 1
I spoke but as ye speak, For Jove is the supreme of living things.
Who is the master of the slave?
If the abysm Could vomit forth its secrets. But a voice Is wanting, the deep truth is imageless; For what would it avail to bid thee gaze On the revolving world? What to bid speak Fate, Time, Occasion, Chance and Change! Tothese AU things are subject but eternal Love.
So much I asked before, and my heart gave
The rocks are cloven, and through the purple night
These are the immortal Hours, Of whom thou didst demand. One waits for thee.
A spirit with a dreadful countenance
I am the shadow of a destiny
What meanest thou 1
That terrible shadow floats Up from its throne, as may the lurid smoke Of earthquake-ruined cities o'er the sea. Lo! it ascends the car ; the coursers fly Terrified : watch its path among the stars Blackening the night!
Thus I am answered: strange I
See, near the verge, another chariot stays;
They drink of the whirlwind's stream,
They bathe in the fresh sunbeam;
They have strength for their swiftness I deem, Then ascend with me, daughter of Ocean.
I desire: and their speed makes night kindle;
Ere the cloud piled on Atlas can dwindle
Then ascend with mc, daughter of Ocean.
What is it with thee, sister! Thou art pale.
How thou art changed! I dare not look on thee;
I feel but Bee thee not. I scarce endure
The radiance of thy beauty. Some good change
Is working in the elements, which suffer
Thy presence thus unveiled. The Nereids tell
That on the day when the clear hyaline
Was cloven at thy uprise, and thou didst stand
Within a veined shell, which floated on
Over the calm floor of the crystal sea,
Among the Egean isles, and by the shores
Which bear thy name ; love, like the atmosphere
Of the sun's fire filling the living world,
Burst from thee, and illumined earth and heaven
And the deep ocean and the sunless caves
And all that dwells within them ; till grief cast
Eclipse upon the soul from which it came:
Such art thou now ; nor is it I alone,
Thy sister, thy companion, thine own chosen one,
But the whole world which seeks thy sympathy.
Hearest thou not sounds i' the air which speak the
love Of all articulate beings? Fcelest thou not The inanimate winds enamoured of thee? List!
Thy words are sweeter than aught else but his
List! Spirits, speak. Voice fin the air, tinging). Life of Life! thy lips enkindle
With their love the breath between them;
Make the cold air fire ; then screen them
Child of Light I thy limbs are burning
Through the vest which seems to hide them;
As the radiant lines of morning
And this atmosphere divinest
Fair are others ; none beholds thee,
Like the fairest, for it folds thee
From the sight, that liquid splendour,
And all feel, yet see thee never,
As I feel now, lost for ever!
Lamp of Earth! where'er thou movest
And the souls of whom thou lovest
Till they fail, as I am failing,
Dizzy, lost, yet unbewailing!
My soul is an enchanted boat)
Which, like a sleeping swan, doth float Upon the silver waves of thy sweet singing;
And thine doth like an angel sit
Beside the helm conducting it,
It seems to float ever, for ever,
Upon that many-winding river,
Between mountains, woods, abysses,
A paradise of wildernesses 1
Meanwhile thy spirit lifts its pinions
In music's most serene dominions; Catching the winds that fan that happy heaven.
And we sail on, away, afar,
Without a course, without a star,
Till through Elysian garden islets
By thee, most beautiful of pilots,
Where never mortal pinnace glided,
The boat of my desire is guided: Realms where the air we breathe is love, Which in the winds on the waves doth move, Harmonising this earth with what we feel above.
We hare passed Age's icy caves,
And Manhood's dark and tossing waves, And Youth's smooth ocean, smiling to betray:
Beyond the glassy gulfs we flee
Of shadow-peopled Infancy,
A paradise of vaulted bowers
Lit by downward-gazing flowers,
And watery paths that wind between
Wildernesses calm and green, Peopled by shapes too bright to see, And rest, having beheld ; somewhat like thee; Which walk upon the sea, and chant melodiously I
END OF THE SEIOMD ACT.
Into. Jupiter on his Throne; THrns and the other Deities assembled.
Ye congregated powers of heaven, who share
The glory and the strength of him ye serve,
Rejoice! henceforth I am omnipotent.
All else had been" subdued to me ; alone
The soul of man, like unextinguished fire,
Yet burns towards heaven with fierce reproach,
and doubt, And lamentation, and reluctant prayer, Hurling up insurrection, which might make Our antique empire insecure, though built On eldest faith, and hell's coeval, fear; And though my curses through the pendulous air, Like snow on herblesg peaks, fall flake by flake, And cling to it; though under my wrath's night It climb the crags of life, step after step, Which wound it, as ice wounds unsandalled feet, It yet remains supreme o'er misery, Aspiring, unrepressed, yet soon to fall: Even now have I begotten a strange wonder, That fatal child, the terror of the earth, Who waits but till the destined hour arrive, Bearing from Demogorgon's vacant throne The dreadful might of ever-living limbs Which clothed that awful spirit unbeheld, To redeseend, and trample out the spark.
Pour forth heaven's wine, Idtean Ganymede,
And let it fill the Decdal cups like fire,
And from the flower-inwoven soil divine,
Ye all-triumphant harmonies arise,
As dew from earth under the twilight stars:
Drink! be the nectar circling through your veins
The soul of joy, ye ever-living Gods,
Till exultation burst in one wide voice
Like music from Elysian winds.
And thou Ascend beside me, veiled in the light Of the desire which makes thee one with me, Thetis, bright image of eternity 1 When thou didst cry, «* Insufferable might! God! Spare me! I sustain not the quick flames, The penetrating presence; all my being, Like him whom the Numidian seps did thaw Into a dew with poison, is dissolved, Sinking through its foundations :" even then Two mighty spirits, mingling made a third Mightier than either, which, unbodied now, Between us floats, felt, although unbeheld, Waiting the incarnation, which ascends, (Hear ye the thunder of the fiery wheels Griding the winds!) from Demogorgon's throne. Victory! victory! Feelest thou not, 0 world! The earthquake of his chariot thundering up Olympus I
The Car of the Hour arrives. Drmogorook descends and mora towards the Throne of Jupiter.
Awful shape, what art thou 1 Speak!
Eternity. Demand no direr name.
Descend, and follow me down the abyss.
I am thy child, as thou wert Saturn's child;
Mightier than thee: and we must dwell together
Henceforth in darkness. Lift thy lightnings not
The tyranny of heaven none may retain,
Or reassume, or hold, succeeding thee:
Yet if thou wilt, as 'tis the destiny
Of trodden worms to writhe till they are dead,
Put forth thy might.
Detested prodigy! Even thus beneath the deep Titanian prisons I trample thee! Thou lingerest \
Mercy ! mercy I No pity, no release, no respite! Oh, That thou wouldst make mine enemy my judge, Even where he hangs, seared by my long revenge, On Caucasus! he would not doom me thus. Gentle, and just, and dreadless, is he not The monarch of the world 1 What then art thou 1 No refuge! no appeal!
Sink with me then, We two will sink on the wide waves of ruin, Even as a vulture and a snake outspent Drop, twisted in inextricable fight, Into a shoreless sea. Let hell unlock Its mounded oceans of tempestuous fire, And whelm on them into the bottomless void This desolated world, and thee, and me, The conqueror and the conquered, and the wreck Of that for which they combated.
The elements obey me not. I sink
The Mouth ofagreat Rivcrin thelsland Atlantis. Occan is discovered reclining near the Shore / Apollo stands beside him.
He fell,thou sayest, beneath his conqueror's frown!
Ay, when the strife was ended which made dim
He sunk to the abyss? To the dark void!
An eagle Bo caught in some bursting cloud
And I shall gaze not on the deeds which make My mind obscure with sorrow, as eclipse Darkens the sphere I guide; but list, I hear The small, clear, silver lute of the young Spirit That Bits i' the morning star.
Thou must away; Thy steeds will pause at even, till when farewell: The loud deep calls me home even now to feed it With azure calm out of the emerald urns Which stand for ever full beside my throne. Behold the Nereids under the green sea, Theirwavering limbs borneonthc wind-like stream, Their white arms lifted o'er their streaming hair With garlands pied and starry sea-flower crowns, Hastening to grace their mighty sister's joy.
[A lound of waves is heard. It is the unpastured sea hungering for calm. Peace, monster; I come now. Farewell.
Caucasus. Prometheus, Hercules, Tone, the Earth, Spirits, Asia, and Panthka, borne in the Car with the Spirit op The Hour.
Hercules unbinds Prometheus, who deteende.
Most glorious among spirits I thus doth strength To wisdom, courage, and long-suffering love, And thee, who art the form they animate, Minister like a slave.
Thy gentle words Are sweeter even than freedom long desired And long delayed.
, thou light of life,
Shadow of beauty unbebeld; and ye,
Fair sister nymphs, who made long years of pain
Sweet to remember, through your love and care;
Henceforth we will not part. There is a cave,
All overgrown with trailing odorous plants,
Which curtain out the day with leaves and flowers,
And paved with veined emerald, and a fountain,
Leaps in the midst with an awakening sound.
From its curved roof the mountain's frozen tears,
Like snow, or silver, or long diamond spires,
Hang downward, raining forth a doubtful light:
And there is heard the ever-moving air,
Whispering without from tree to tree, and birds,
And bees; and all around are mossy seats,
And the rough walls are clothed with long soft grass;
A simple dwelling, which shall b% our own;
Where we will sit and talk of time and change.
As the world ebbs and flows, ourselves unchanged.
What can hide man from mutability?
And if ye sigh, then I will smile; and thou,
lone, shall chaunt fragments of sea-music,
Until I weep, when ye shall smile away
The tears she brought, which yet were sweet to shed.
We will entangle buds and flowers and beams
Which twinkle on the fountain's brim, and make
Strange combinations out of common things.
Like human babes in their brief innocence;
And we will search with looks and words of love,
For hidden thoughts, each lovelier than the last,
Our unexhausted spirits; and like lutes
Touched by the skill of the enamoured wind,
Weave harmonies divine, yet ever new,
From difference sweet where discord cannot be;
And hither come, sped on the charmed winds,
Which meet from all the points of heaven, as bees
From every flower atrial Enna feeds,
At their known island-homes in Himcra,
The echoes of the human world, which tell
Of the low voice of love, almost unheard,
And dove-eyed pity's murmured pain, and music,
Itself the echo of the heart, and all
That tempers or improves man's life, now free;
And lovely apparitions, dim at first,
Then radiant, as the mind, arising bright
From the embrace of beauty, whence the forms
Of which these are the phantoms, casts on them
The gathered rays which are reality,
Shall visit us, the progeny immortal
Of Painting, Sculpture, and rapt Poesy,
And arts, though unimagined, yet to be.
The wandering voices and the shadows these
Of all that man becomes, the mediators
Of that best worship, love, by him and us [ grow
Givenandrcturned; swiftshapesandsounds, which
More fair and soft as man grows wise and kind,
And veil by veil, evil and error fall:
Such virtue has the cave and place around.
[Turning to the Spirit Up The IK'-s.
For thee, fair Spirit, one toil remains. lone,
And thou, O Mother Earth!—
I hear, I feel; Thy lips are on me, and thy touch runs down Even to the adamantine central gloom Aloog these marble nerves; 'tis life, 'tis joy, And, through my withered, old, and icy frame The warmth of an immortal youth shoots down Circling. Henceforth the many children fair Folded in my sustaining arms; all plants, And creeping forms, and insects rainbow-winged, And birds, and beasts, and fish, and human shapes, Which drew disease and pain from my wan bosom, Draining the poison of despair, shall take And interchange sweet nutriment; to me Shall they become like sister-antelopes By one fair dam, snow-white and swift as wind, Nursed among lilies near a brimming stream. Tb« dew-mists of my sunless sleep shall float Under the stars like balm: night-folded flowers Shall suck unwithering hues in their repose: And men and beasts in happy dreams shall gather Strength for the coming day, and all its joy: And death shall be the last embrace of her Who takes the life she gave, even as a mother, Folding her child, says, " Leave me not again."
Oh, mother! wherefore speak the name of death t Cease they to love, and move, and breathe, and Who die I [speak,
It would avail not to reply: Thou art immortal, and this tongue is known Bat to the uncommunicatuig dead. Death is the veil which those who live call life: They sleep, and it is lifted: and meanwhile In mild variety the seasons mild With rainbow-skirted showers, and odorous winds, And long blue meteors cleansing the dull night, And the life-kindling shafts of the keen sun's All-piercing bow, and the dew-mingled rain Of the calm moonbeams, a soft influence mild, Shall clothe the forests and the fields, aye, even The crag-built deserts of the barren deep, With ever-living leaves, and fruits, and flowers. And thou! There is a cavern where my spirit Was panted forth in anguish whilst thy pain Made my heart mad, and those that did inhale it Became mad too, and built a temple there, And spoke, and were oracular, and lured The erring nations round to mutual war, And faithless faith, such as Jove kept with thee; Which breath now rises, as amongst tall weeds A violet's exhalation, and it fills
With a serener light and crimson air
[A Spirit rites in the likeness of a wing d child.
A Forest. In the Background a Cave. Prometheus, Asia, Panthba, Ionk, and the Spirit Op The Garth.
IONE. Sister, it is not earthly: how it glides Under the leaves! how on its head there burns A light, like a green star, whose emerald beams Are twined with its fair hair! how, as it moves, The splendour drops in flakes upon the grass! Knowest thou it?
Panthea. It is the delicate spirit That guides the earth through heaven. From afar The populous constellations call that light The loveliest of the planets; and sometimes It floats along the spray of the salt sea, Or makes its chariot of a foggy cloud, Or walks through fields or cities while men sleep, Or o'er the mountain tops, or down the rivers, Or through the green waste wilderness, as now,