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Fain is ferees med te fisting strT;
shes at had timber hour.
And armed posar a is trin, mi le
Mez maddenei vai de so I aù l
And even and streket a sCLES MILT,
And made ore hame in his muEN TA
This beat US Te && trusted sea,
The mares in Bow, and in the fill twilight,
Lay duggishly about the riven huk
Ofer which the day rose sunless as the night,
Or glared portentous on the saless bulk
With a red eye and fery. Lo. I
Chafe Ocean, that he waken from his sulk
Awhile, and blow a gale though weariedly
And brief;-yet unto me the billows spring,
Wild playmates, and a low-breathed harmony
We utter round the hopeless bark, and sing
A doleful and predestinating dirge.
Then droops again old Ocean, murmuring,
Like to a dreaming giant, whom no scourge
May waken more, basking in watchet weeds.
Under the calm blue heaven; while on the verge
Of that doomed ship gaunt Famine sits, and feeds
On flesh of men; with Thirst that drinks their blood;
And Pestilence, glad of their savage deeds,
That, shivering at the helmless stern, doth brood,
Couchant o'er carcases. And I am there!
The Crater is my cra'le, . . where, in still mood,
As in the womb the infant, in my lair
Of sulphur I repose, which bubbleth up
So gently, that the traveller well may dare
Descending to the brim of that hot cup;
As if, thus innocent, I might therein.
Dissolve, like to a pearl, for lips to sup,
Ay, sweet as Cleopatra's. Now begin
The waters to ferment, and central fire
To howl, and with huge uproar and wild din,
Earth's matrix with prodigious throes heaves dire;
And there, in that capacious cavern, boil
The floods as in a cauldron, and perspire
Thaari Al be pus mang de ser recoû
From the bare sie in ADC.
The rocky s of the immI SIC
Stake, and the mud michais stiver down,
Vast, subterrane, disce, vt hidecas crash.
Hurled by the wish dhe dy move;
Then up the blows in derve anger dash
From chaos, seething like a yeasty wine
Over its bursting ressel; as they clash,
Straight do th imprisoned rapours fercely tine,
And rage for vent.
for vent. Earth
Earth gapes convulsively,
And vomits the Volcano. It is mine!
I make the solid ground like to the sea,
And undulate like ocean billowy:
And the columnar smoke,-it chariots me,-
That heaves aloft, a mass, into the sky,
A funereal shade, a broad black stain,
Like the pine's branches. In the flame am I
Wherein the mountain melts, and in the rain.
Of ashes, and the lava flood. I burn
In the withering air, and on the molten plain.
Men perish as they flee. When I return
With the swoln Neptune-lo, a vacant coast,
Proud City late, but now an open Urn,
Sepulchring her white ashes, or her ghost.
Strange pangs seize Earth. The sound of rushing
Whose axles burn with thunder, like a host!
'Tis he of the earth-shaking mace: She reels
Inebriate with the terror of his coming.
He heard the clang of my pale courser's heels,
And roused him at the summons of Death's dooming.
Ay, Demigods are ye? (Then what am I,
Haught Deicide?) Ye who, with wrath consuming
The World into a pyre, would deify
Yourselves, like Hercules, and climb in flame
Audacious to the stars, and shine on high,
So purified by fire. Vaunt ye? Ye came,
And saw, and conquered-what? Worms, ashes, dust.
I war with Heaven, and Him who rules the same,
The Anointed, the Omnipotent, the Just,
The Good, the Wise, the Holy, and the One!
His hand doth drop the golden chain, or must,
(The Father pierced in the begotten Son,)
By which the pendant and terrestrial Orb
Is ordered and sustained. The deed is done!
Lo, hungry Chaos yawneth to resorb
Into his void immeasurable womb
The breathing Universe. Ready, my barb!
Perish! Man-Angel. To the monstrous tomb,
Being and Form, Intelligence and Power;
All things create to unsubstantial gloom!
The engendered hour-the inevitable hour
Born of th' unnumbered age by thought untrod—
On the Creator his own heavens do lour.
The Sun dies in his sphere, a kneaded clod,
The empyreal canopy doth bow,
Dissolved in darkness o'er the dying God!
All Hell reverberates with the stricken blow;
Her caves cry to each other, peal for peal,
Yea, all her echoes are rejoicing now-
(What boots it hence their mysteries to conceal ?)—
And, like the voices of the waters, crowd
Together in their rivalry and zeal.
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