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by Percy Bysshe Shelley


  …I knew personally but little of Keats; but on the news of his situation I wrote to him, suggesting the propriety of trying the Italian climate, and inviting him to join me. Unfortunately he did not allow me…

  PASSAGES OF THE POEM.

  And ever as he went he swept a lyre

  Of unaccustomed shape, and … strings

  Now like the … of impetuous fire,

  Which shakes the forest with its murmurings,

  Now like the rush of the aereal wings 5

  Of the enamoured wind among the treen,

  Whispering unimaginable things,

  And dying on the streams of dew serene,

  Which feed the unmown meads with ever-during green.

  …

  And the green Paradise which western waves 10

  Embosom in their ever-wailing sweep,

  Talking of freedom to their tongueless caves,

  Or to the spirits which within them keep

  A record of the wrongs which, though they sleep,

  Die not, but dream of retribution, heard 15

  His hymns, and echoing them from steep to steep,

  Kept —

  …

  And then came one of sweet and earnest looks,

  Whose soft smiles to his dark and night-like eyes

  Were as the clear and ever-living brooks 20

  Are to the obscure fountains whence they rise,

  Showing how pure they are: a Paradise

  Of happy truth upon his forehead low

  Lay, making wisdom lovely, in the guise

  Of earth-awakening morn upon the brow 25

  Of star-deserted heaven, while ocean gleams below.

  His song, though very sweet, was low and faint,

  A simple strain —

  …

  A mighty Phantasm, half concealed

  In darkness of his own exceeding light, 30

  Which clothed his awful presence unrevealed,

  Charioted on the … night

  Of thunder-smoke, whose skirts were chrysolite.

  And like a sudden meteor, which outstrips

  The splendour-winged chariot of the sun, 35

  … eclipse

  The armies of the golden stars, each one

  Pavilioned in its tent of light — all strewn

  Over the chasms of blue night —

  THE DAEMON OF THE WORLD

  A FRAGMENT.

  CONTENTS

  THE DAEMON OF THE WORLD. PART 1.

  THE DAEMON OF THE WORLD. PART 2.

  THE DAEMON OF THE WORLD. PART 1.

  [Sections 1 and 2 of “Queen Mab” rehandled, and published by Shelley in the “Alastor” volume, 1816. See “Bibliographical List”, and the Editor’s Introductory Note to “Queen Mab”.]

  Nec tantum prodere vati,

  Quantum scire licet. Venit aetas omnis in unam

  Congeriem, miserumque premunt tot saecula pectus.

  LUCAN, Phars. v. 176.

  How wonderful is Death,

  Death and his brother Sleep!

  One pale as yonder wan and horned moon,

  With lips of lurid blue,

  The other glowing like the vital morn, 5

  When throned on ocean’s wave

  It breathes over the world:

  Yet both so passing strange and wonderful!

  Hath then the iron-sceptred Skeleton,

  Whose reign is in the tainted sepulchres, 10

  To the hell dogs that couch beneath his throne

  Cast that fair prey? Must that divinest form,

  Which love and admiration cannot view

  Without a beating heart, whose azure veins

  Steal like dark streams along a field of snow, 15

  Whose outline is as fair as marble clothed

  In light of some sublimest mind, decay?

  Nor putrefaction’s breath

  Leave aught of this pure spectacle

  But loathsomeness and ruin? — 20

  Spare aught but a dark theme,

  On which the lightest heart might moralize?

  Or is it but that downy-winged slumbers

  Have charmed their nurse coy Silence near her lids

  To watch their own repose? 25

  Will they, when morning’s beam

  Flows through those wells of light,

  Seek far from noise and day some western cave,

  Where woods and streams with soft and pausing winds

  A lulling murmur weave? — 30

  Ianthe doth not sleep

  The dreamless sleep of death:

  Nor in her moonlight chamber silently

  Doth Henry hear her regular pulses throb,

  Or mark her delicate cheek 35

  With interchange of hues mock the broad moon,

  Outwatching weary night,

  Without assured reward.

  Her dewy eyes are closed;

  On their translucent lids, whose texture fine 40

  Scarce hides the dark blue orbs that burn below

  With unapparent fire,

  The baby Sleep is pillowed:

  Her golden tresses shade

  The bosom’s stainless pride, 45

  Twining like tendrils of the parasite

  Around a marble column.

  Hark! whence that rushing sound?

  ‘Tis like a wondrous strain that sweeps

  Around a lonely ruin 50

  When west winds sigh and evening waves respond

  In whispers from the shore:

  ‘Tis wilder than the unmeasured notes

  Which from the unseen lyres of dells and groves

  The genii of the breezes sweep. 55

  Floating on waves of music and of light,

  The chariot of the Daemon of the World

  Descends in silent power:

  Its shape reposed within: slight as some cloud

  That catches but the palest tinge of day 60

  When evening yields to night,

  Bright as that fibrous woof when stars indue

  Its transitory robe.

  Four shapeless shadows bright and beautiful

  Draw that strange car of glory, reins of light 65

  Check their unearthly speed; they stop and fold

  Their wings of braided air:

  The Daemon leaning from the ethereal car

  Gazed on the slumbering maid.

  Human eye hath ne’er beheld 70

  A shape so wild, so bright, so beautiful,

  As that which o’er the maiden’s charmed sleep

  Waving a starry wand,

  Hung like a mist of light.

  Such sounds as breathed around like odorous winds 75

  Of wakening spring arose,

  Filling the chamber and the moonlight sky.

  Maiden, the world’s supremest spirit

  Beneath the shadow of her wings

  Folds all thy memory doth inherit 80

  From ruin of divinest things,

  Feelings that lure thee to betray,

  And light of thoughts that pass away.

  For thou hast earned a mighty boon,

  The truths which wisest poets see 85

  Dimly, thy mind may make its own,

  Rewarding its own majesty,

  Entranced in some diviner mood

  Of self-oblivious solitude.

  Custom, and Faith, and Power thou spurnest; 90

  From hate and awe thy heart is free;

  Ardent and pure as day thou burnest,

  For dark and cold mortality

  A living light, to cheer it long,

  The watch-fires of the world among. 95

  Therefore from nature’s inner shrine,

  Where gods and fiends in worship bend,

  Majestic spirit, be it thine

  The flame to seize, the veil to rend,

  Where the vast snake Eternity 100

  In charmed sleep doth ever lie.

  All that inspires thy voice of love,

  Or speaks
in thy unclosing eyes,

  Or through thy frame doth burn or move,

  Or think or feel, awake, arise! 105

  Spirit, leave for mine and me

  Earth’s unsubstantial mimicry!

  It ceased, and from the mute and moveless frame

  A radiant spirit arose,

  All beautiful in naked purity. 110

  Robed in its human hues it did ascend,

  Disparting as it went the silver clouds,

  It moved towards the car, and took its seat

  Beside the Daemon shape.

  Obedient to the sweep of aery song, 115

  The mighty ministers

  Unfurled their prismy wings.

  The magic car moved on;

  The night was fair, innumerable stars

  Studded heaven’s dark blue vault; 120

  The eastern wave grew pale

  With the first smile of morn.

  The magic car moved on.

  From the swift sweep of wings

  The atmosphere in flaming sparkles flew; 125

  And where the burning wheels

  Eddied above the mountain’s loftiest peak

  Was traced a line of lightning.

  Now far above a rock the utmost verge

  Of the wide earth it flew, 130

  The rival of the Andes, whose dark brow

  Frowned o’er the silver sea.

  Far, far below the chariot’s stormy path,

  Calm as a slumbering babe,

  Tremendous ocean lay. 135

  Its broad and silent mirror gave to view

  The pale and waning stars,

  The chariot’s fiery track,

  And the grey light of morn

  Tingeing those fleecy clouds 140

  That cradled in their folds the infant dawn.

  The chariot seemed to fly

  Through the abyss of an immense concave,

  Radiant with million constellations, tinged

  With shades of infinite colour, 145

  And semicircled with a belt

  Flashing incessant meteors.

  As they approached their goal,

  The winged shadows seemed to gather speed.

  The sea no longer was distinguished; earth 150

  Appeared a vast and shadowy sphere, suspended

  In the black concave of heaven

  With the sun’s cloudless orb,

  Whose rays of rapid light

  Parted around the chariot’s swifter course, 155

  And fell like ocean’s feathery spray

  Dashed from the boiling surge

  Before a vessel’s prow.

  The magic car moved on.

  Earth’s distant orb appeared 160

  The smallest light that twinkles in the heavens,

  Whilst round the chariot’s way

  Innumerable systems widely rolled,

  And countless spheres diffused

  An ever varying glory. 165

  It was a sight of wonder! Some were horned,

  And like the moon’s argentine crescent hung

  In the dark dome of heaven; some did shed

  A clear mild beam like Hesperus, while the sea

  Yet glows with fading sunlight; others dashed 170

  Athwart the night with trains of bickering fire,

  Like sphered worlds to death and ruin driven;

  Some shone like stars, and as the chariot passed

  Bedimmed all other light.

  Spirit of Nature! here 175

  In this interminable wilderness

  Of worlds, at whose involved immensity

  Even soaring fancy staggers,

  Here is thy fitting temple.

  Yet not the lightest leaf 180

  That quivers to the passing breeze

  Is less instinct with thee, —

  Yet not the meanest worm.

  That lurks in graves and fattens on the dead,

  Less shares thy eternal breath. 185

  Spirit of Nature! thou

  Imperishable as this glorious scene,

  Here is thy fitting temple.

  If solitude hath ever led thy steps

  To the shore of the immeasurable sea, 190

  And thou hast lingered there

  Until the sun’s broad orb

  Seemed resting on the fiery line of ocean,

  Thou must have marked the braided webs of gold

  That without motion hang 195

  Over the sinking sphere:

  Thou must have marked the billowy mountain clouds,

  Edged with intolerable radiancy,

  Towering like rocks of jet

  Above the burning deep: 200

  And yet there is a moment

  When the sun’s highest point

  Peers like a star o’er ocean’s western edge,

  When those far clouds of feathery purple gleam

  Like fairy lands girt by some heavenly sea: 205

  Then has thy rapt imagination soared

  Where in the midst of all existing things

  The temple of the mightiest Daemon stands.

  Yet not the golden islands

  That gleam amid yon flood of purple light, 210

  Nor the feathery curtains

  That canopy the sun’s resplendent couch,

  Nor the burnished ocean waves

  Paving that gorgeous dome,

  So fair, so wonderful a sight 215

  As the eternal temple could afford.

  The elements of all that human thought

  Can frame of lovely or sublime, did join

  To rear the fabric of the fane, nor aught

  Of earth may image forth its majesty. 220

  Yet likest evening’s vault that faery hall,

  As heaven low resting on the wave it spread

  Its floors of flashing light,

  Its vast and azure dome;

  And on the verge of that obscure abyss 225

  Where crystal battlements o’erhang the gulf

  Of the dark world, ten thousand spheres diffuse

  Their lustre through its adamantine gates.

  The magic car no longer moved;

  The Daemon and the Spirit 230

  Entered the eternal gates.

  Those clouds of aery gold

  That slept in glittering billows

  Beneath the azure canopy,

  With the ethereal footsteps trembled not; 235

  While slight and odorous mists

  Floated to strains of thrilling melody

  Through the vast columns and the pearly shrines.

  The Daemon and the Spirit

  Approached the overhanging battlement, 240

  Below lay stretched the boundless universe!

  There, far as the remotest line

  That limits swift imagination’s flight.

  Unending orbs mingled in mazy motion,

  Immutably fulfilling 245

  Eternal Nature’s law.

  Above, below, around,

  The circling systems formed

  A wilderness of harmony.

  Each with undeviating aim 250

  In eloquent silence through the depths of space

  Pursued its wondrous way. —

  Awhile the Spirit paused in ecstasy.

  Yet soon she saw, as the vast spheres swept by,

  Strange things within their belted orbs appear. 255

  Like animated frenzies, dimly moved

  Shadows, and skeletons, and fiendly shapes,

  Thronging round human graves, and o’er the dead

  Sculpturing records for each memory

  In verse, such as malignant gods pronounce, 260

  Blasting the hopes of men, when heaven and hell

  Confounded burst in ruin o’er the world:

  And they did build vast trophies, instruments

  Of murder, human bones, barbaric gold,

  Skins torn from living men, and towers of skulls 265

  With sightless holes gazing on b
linder heaven,

  Mitres, and crowns, and brazen chariots stained

  With blood, and scrolls of mystic wickedness,

  The sanguine codes of venerable crime.

  The likeness of a throned king came by. 270

  When these had passed, bearing upon his brow

  A threefold crown; his countenance was calm.

  His eye severe and cold; but his right hand

  Was charged with bloody coin, and he did gnaw

  By fits, with secret smiles, a human heart 275

  Concealed beneath his robe; and motley shapes,

  A multitudinous throng, around him knelt.

  With bosoms bare, and bowed heads, and false looks

  Of true submission, as the sphere rolled by.

  Brooking no eye to witness their foul shame, 280

  Which human hearts must feel, while human tongues

  Tremble to speak, they did rage horribly,

  Breathing in self-contempt fierce blasphemies

  Against the Daemon of the World, and high

  Hurling their armed hands where the pure Spirit, 285

  Serene and inaccessibly secure,

  Stood on an isolated pinnacle.

  The flood of ages combating below,

  The depth of the unbounded universe

  Above, and all around 290

  Necessity’s unchanging harmony.

  THE DAEMON OF THE WORLD. PART 2.

  [Sections 8 and 9 of “Queen Mab” rehandled by Shelley. First printed in 1876 by Mr. H. Buxton Forman, C.B., by whose kind permission it is here reproduced. See Editor’s Introductory Note to “Queen Mab”.]

  O happy Earth! reality of Heaven!

  To which those restless powers that ceaselessly

  Throng through the human universe aspire;

  Thou consummation of all mortal hope! 295

  Thou glorious prize of blindly-working will!

  Whose rays, diffused throughout all space and time,

  Verge to one point and blend for ever there:

  Of purest spirits thou pure dwelling-place!

  Where care and sorrow, impotence and crime, 300

  Languor, disease, and ignorance dare not come:

  O happy Earth, reality of Heaven!

  Genius has seen thee in her passionate dreams,

  And dim forebodings of thy loveliness,

  Haunting the human heart, have there entwined 305

  Those rooted hopes, that the proud Power of Evil

  Shall not for ever on this fairest world

  Shake pestilence and war, or that his slaves

  With blasphemy for prayer, and human blood

  For sacrifice, before his shrine for ever 310

  In adoration bend, or Erebus

 

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