DEMOGORGON Thou, Moon, which gazest on the nightly Earth With wonder, as it gazes upon thee; Whilst each to men, and beasts, and the swift birth Of birds, is beauty, love, calm, harmony : THE MOON I hear: I am a leaf shaken by thee. DEMOGORGON Ye kings of suns and stars, Dæmons and Gods, A VOICE (from above) Our great Republic hears: we are blessed, and bless. DEMOGORGON Ye happy dead, whom beams of brightest verse Which once ye saw and suffered A VOICE FROM BENEATH Or, as they Whom we have left, we change and pass away. DEMOGORGON Ye elemental Genii, who have homes From man's high mind even to the central stone Of sullen lead; from Heaven's star-fretted domes To the dull weed some sea-worm battens on: A CONFUSED VOICE We hear: thy words waken Oblivion. DEMOGORGON Spirits, whose homes are flesh; ye beasts and birds, Ye worms and fish; ye living leaves and buds ; Lightning and wind; and ye untamable herds, Meteors and mists, which throng air's solitudes: A VOICE Thy voice to us is wind among still woods. DEMOGORGON Man, who wert once a despot and a slave, A traveller from the cradle to the ALL Speak: thy strong words may never pass away. DEMOGORGON This is the day which down the void abysm At the Earth-born's spell yawns for Heaven's despotism, And Conquest is dragged captive through the deep; Love, from its awful throne of patient power In the wise heart, from the last giddy hour Of dread endurance, from the slippery, steep, And narrow verge of crag-like agony, springs And folds over the world its healing wings. Gentleness, Virtue, Wisdom, and Endurance— These are the seals of that most firm assurance Which bars the pit over Destruction's strength; And if, with infirm hand, Eternity, Mother of many acts and hours, should free The serpent that would clasp her with his length, These are the spells by which to reassume To suffer woes which Hope thinks infinite; This, like thy glory, Titan, is to be Good, great and joyous, beautiful and free; 559 dread, Mrs. Shelley, 18391 || dead, Shelley, 1820. |