7. The day becomes more solemn and serene When noon is past—there is a harmony

In autumn, and a lustre in its sky, Which through the summer is not heard or

seen, As if it could not be, as if it had not been !

Thus let thy power, which like the truth

Of nature on my passive youth
Descended, to my onward life supply

Its calm—to one who worships thee,
And every form containing thee,

Whom, SPIRIT fair, thy spells did bind To fear himself, and love all human kind.

SONNET.

OZYMANDIAS.

I MET a traveller from an antique land
Who said: Two vast and trunkless legs of

stone
Stand in the desert. Near them, on the sand,
Half sunk, a shattered visage lies, whose frown,
And wrinkled lip, and sneer of cold command,
Tell that its sculptor well those passions read
Which yet survive, (stamped on these lifeless

things) The hand that mocked them and the heart that

fed : And on the pedestal these words appear: “My name is Ozymandias, king of kings: Look on my works, ye Mighty, and despair !" Nothing beside remains. Round the decay Of that colossal wreck, boundless and bare The lone and level sands stretch far away.

1 Compare this with the passage about the pyramids in Queen Mab, section ix, page 69 of vol. i.

END OF VOL. II.

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