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Made the invisible water white as snow;
Of some ætherial host;
Whilst from all the coast,
STROPHE a. I.
Naples ! thou Heart of men which ever pantest
Naked, beneath the lidless eye of heaven! Elysian City which to calm enchantest
The mutinous air and sea : they round thee, even
As sleep round Love, are driven ! Metropolis of a ruined Paradise
Long lost, late won, and yet but half regained ! Bright Altar of the bloodless sacrifice,
Which armèd Victory offers up unstained
To Love, the flower-enchained !
Hail, hail, all hail !
STROPHE B. 2.
Thou youngest giant birth
Which from the groaning earth
Last of the Intercessors !
Who 'gainst the Crowned Transgressors Pleadest before God's love! Arrayed in Wisdom's mail,
Wave thy lightning lance in mirth,
Nor let thy high heart fail, Though from their hundred gates the leagued Oppressors, With hurried legions move!
75 Hail, hail, all hail !
What though Cimmerian Anarchs dare blaspheme
Freedom and thee? thy shield is as a mirror
wearer; A new Actæon's error Shall theirs have been devoured by their own hounds!
Be thou like the imperial Basilisk Killing thy foe with unapparent wounds!
85 Gaze on oppression, till at that dread risk
Aghast she pass from the Earth's disk: Fear not, but gaze
for freemen mightier grow, And slaves more feeble, gazing on their foe;
If Hope and Truth and Justice may avail,
All hail !
ANTISTROPHE B. 2.
From Nature's inmost shrine,
O’er Ruin desolate,
O’er Falsehood's fallen state,
And equal laws be thine,
And winged words let sail,
That wealth, surviving fate,
100 ANTISTROPHE a. y.
Didst thou not start to hear Spain's thrilling pæan
From land to land re-echoed solemnly,
To the cold Alps, eternal Italy
Starts to hear thine! The Sea
In light and music ; widowed Genoa wan
Within whose veins long ran
(If Hope and Truth and Justice can avail)
ANTISTROPHE B. 7.
Of cities fairest one,
From eyes of quenchless hope
Rome tears the priestly cope,
As athlete stripped to run
From a remoter station
As then Hope, Truth, and Justice did avail,
EPODE 1. ß. Hear
the march as of the Earth-born Forms
Of crags and thunder-clouds ?
See ye the banners blazoned to the day,
Inwrought with emblems of barbaric pride?
With iron light is dyed ;
Like Chaos o'er creation, uncreating;
Of the white Alps, desolating,
Famished wolves that bide no waiting, Blotting the glowing footsteps of old glory, Trampling our columned cities into dust, Their dull and savage lust
145 On Beauty's corse to sickness satiating They come! The fields they tread look black and hoary With fire — from their red feet the streams run gory!
EPODE II. ß.
Which rulest, and dost move
Who spreadest heaven around it,
Whose woods, rocks, waves, surround it,
From the Earth's bosom chill;
Bid the Earth's plenty kill
Or, with thine harmonizing ardours fill
165 And raise thy sons, as o'er the prone horizon Thy lamp feeds every twilight wave with fireBe man's high hope and unextinct desire The instrument to work thy will divine ! Then clouds from sunbeams, antelopes from leopards, 170
And frowns and fears from Thee,
Would not more swiftly flee
175 This city of thy worship ever free! August 17-25, 1820.
Good night? ah! no; the hour is ill
Which severs those it should unite;
Then it will be good night.
How can I call the lone night good,
Though thy sweet wishes wing its flight?
Then it will be good night.
To hearts which near each other move
From evening close to morning light,
They never say good night.