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He kissed her with his beams, and made all
golden The chamber of grey rock in which she layShe, in that dream of joy, dissolved away.
III. 'Tis said she first was changed into a vapour,
And then into a cloud, such clouds as flit, Like splendour-winged moths about a taper,
Round the red west when the sun dies in it: And then into a meteor, such as caper
On hill-tops when the moon is in a fit : Then, into one of those mysterious stars Which hide themselves between the Earth and Mars.
IV. Ten times the Mother of the Months had bent
Her bow beside the folding-star, and bidden With that bright sign the billows to indent
The sea-deserted sand-like children chidden, At her command they ever came and went
Since in that cave a dewy splendour hidden Took shape and motion : with the living form Of this embodied Power, the cave grew warm.
A lovely lady garmented in light
From her own beauty-deep her eyes, as are Two openings of unfathomable night Seen through a Temple's cloven roof-her
hair Dark—the dim brain whirls dizzy with delight, Picturing her form ; her soft smiles shone
afar, And her low voice was heard like love, and
drew All living things towards this wonder new.
And then the wise and fearless elephant;
Of his own volumes intervolved ; ;-all gaunt And sanguine beasts her gentle looks made
tame. They drank before her at her sacred fount; And every beast of beating heart grew bold, Such gentleness and power even to behold.
VII. The brinded lioness led forth her young, That she might teach them how they should
forego Their inborn thirst of death; the pard un
strung His sinews at her feet, and sought to know · With looks whose motions spoke without a
Of lilies, and the wood-gods in a crew,
Cicada are, drunk with the noonday dew: And Dryope and Faunus followed quick,
1 No doubt Shelley used this popular but incorrect form instead of the more classic camelopard, to express his conception of the word as a compound of camel and leopard. The same form occurs in line 240 of the Letter to Maria Gisborne, where also it is impossible to pronounce the word otherwise than camel-leopard. -ED.
Teasing the God to sing them something
new; Till in this cave they found the lady lone, Sitting upon a seat of emerald stone.
And universal Pan, 'tis said, was there,
adamant Of the deep mountains, through the trackless
air, And through those living spirits, like a want He passed out of his everlasting lair Where the quick heart of the great world
doth pant, And felt that wondrous lady all alone,And she felt him, upon her emerald throne.
And every nymph of stream and spreading
tree, And every shepherdess of Ocean's flocks, Who drives her white waves over the green sea,
And Ocean with the brine on his grey locks, And quaint Priapus with his company, All came, much wondering how the en
wombed rocks Could have brought forth so beautiful a birth;Her love subdued their wonder and their mirth.
The herdsmen and the mountain maidens came,
And the rude kings of pastoral GaramantTheir spirits shook within them, as a flame
Stirred by the air under a cavern gaunt: Pigmies, and Polyphemes, by many a name,
Centaurs and Satyrs, and such shapes as
haunt Wet clefts,—and lumps neither alive nor dead, Dog-headed, bosom-eyed, and bird-footed.
The bright world dim, and every thing beside Seemed like the fleeting image of a shade:
No thought of living spirit could abide,
On any object in the world so wide,
Which when the lady knew, she took her
spindle And twined three threads of fleecy mist, and
three Long lines of light, such as the dawn may
kindle The clouds and waves and mountains with;
and she As many star-beams, ere their lamps could
dwindle In the belated moon, wound skilfully; And with these threads a subtle veil she woveA shadow for the splendour of her love.
XIV. The deep recesses of her odorous dwelling Were stored with magic treasures-sounds
of air, Which had the power all spirits of compelling,
Folded in cells of crystal silence there;
Such as we hear in youth, and think the feeling
Will never die—yet, ere we are aware, The feeling and the sound are fled and gone, And the regret they leave remains alone.
And there lay Visions swift, and sweet, and
quaint, Each in its thin sheath, like a chrysalis, Some eager to burst forth, some weak and faint
With the soft burthen of intensest bliss It was its work to bear to many a saint
Whose heart adores the shrine which holiest is, Even Love's:-and others white, green, grey
and black, And of all shapes—and each was at her beck.
And odours in a kind of aviary
Of ever-blooming Eden-trees she kept, Clipped in a floating net, a love-sick Fairy Had woven from dew-beams while the moon
yet slept; As bats at the wired window of a dairy,
They beat their vans; and each was an adept, When loosed and missioned, making wings of
winds, To stir sweet thoughts or sad, in destined
XVII. And liquors clear and sweet, whose healthful
might Could medicine the sick soul to happy sleep, And change eternal death into a night Of glorious dreams—or if eyes needs must