And cries: Give me, thy child,

dominion

Over all height and depth? if Life can breed

New wants, and wealth from those who toil and groan

Rend of thy gifts and hers a thousandfold for one.

XVIII

Come Thou, but lead out of the inmost

cave

Of man's deep spirit, as the morning

star

Beckons the Sun from the Eoan wave, Wisdom. I hear the pennons of her

car

Self-moving, like cloud charioted by flame;

Comes she not, and come ye not, Rulers of eternal thought, To judge, with solemn truth, life's illapportioned lot?

Blind Love, and equal Justice, and the Fame

Of what has been, the Hope of what will be?

O Liberty! if such could be thy name Wert thou disjoined from these, or they from thee:

If thine or theirs were treasures to be bought

By blood or tears, have not the wise and free

Wept tears, and blood like tears? The solemn harmony

XIX

Paused, and the spirit of that mighty singing

To its abyss was suddenly withdrawn; Then, as a wild swan, when sublimely winging

Its path athwart the thunder-smoke of dawn,

Sinks headlong through the aërial golden light

On the heavy sounding plain,

ARETHUSA

I

ARETHUSA arose

From her couch of snows
In the Acroceraunian mountains,-
From cloud and from crag,

With many a jag,
Shepherding her bright fountains.
She leapt down the rocks,
With her rainbow locks
Streaming among the streams;—
Her steps paved with green
The downward ravine

Which slopes to the western gleams:
And gliding and springing
She went, ever singing,

In murmurs as soft as sleep;

The Earth seemed to love her, And Heaven smiled above her, As she lingered towards the deep.

II

Then Alpheus bold,

On his glacier cold,

With his trident the mountains strook And opened a chasm

In the rocks;-with the spasm

All Erymanthus shook.

And the black south wind

It concealed behind

The urns of the silent snow,
And earthquake and thunder
Did rend in sunder

The bars of the springs below
The beard and the hair
Of the River-god were
Seen through the torrent's sweep,
As he followed the light
Of the fleet nymph's flight
To the brink of the Dorian deep.

III

"Oh, save me! Oh, guide me! And bid the deep hide me,

For he grasps me now by the hair!"

The loud Ocean heard, To its blue depth stirred, And divided at her prayer;

And under the water

The Earth's white daughter Fled like a sunny beam;

Behind her descended

Her billows, unblended
With the brackish Dorian stream:-
Like a gloomy stain

On the emerald main
Alpheus rushed behind,
As an eagle pursuing
A dove to its ruin

Down the streams of the cloudy wind.

IV

Under the bowers

Where the Ocean Powers Sit on their pearlèd thrones,

Through the coral woods
Of the weltering floods,
Over heaps of unvalued stones;
Through the dim beams
Which amid the streams
Weave a network of coloured light;
And under the caves,
Where the shadowy waves

Are as green as the forest's night
Outspeeding the shark,

And the sword-fish dark,
Under the ocean foam,

And up through the rifts
Of the mountain clifts

They past to their Dorian home.

V

And now from their fountains

In Enna's mountains,

Down one vale where the morning basks,

Like friends once parted
Grown single-hearted,
They ply their watery tasks.
At sunrise they leap
From their cradles steep
In the cave of the shelving hill;
At noontide they flow
Through the woods below
And the meadows of Asphodel;
And at night they sleep
In the rocking deep

moon is gone.

II

Then I arise, and climbing Heaven's

blue dome,

waves,

smile

With which I soothe them from the western isle ?

VI

Beholds itself and knows itself divine;

tears,