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+The Project Gutenberg EBook of The Witch of Atlas, by Percy Bysshe Shelley
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+Title: The Witch of Atlas
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+Author: Percy Bysshe Shelley
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+Posting Date: August 24, 2009 [EBook #4696]
+Release Date: November, 2003
+First Posted: March 3, 2002
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+Language: English
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+*** START OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK THE WITCH OF ATLAS ***
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+Produced by Sue Asscher
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+The Witch of Atlas
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+by
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+Percy Bysshe Shelley
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+
+ TO MARY
+ (ON HER OBJECTING TO THE FOLLOWING POEM, UPON THE
+ SCORE OF ITS CONTAINING NO HUMAN INTEREST).
+
+ 1.
+ How, my dear Mary,--are you critic-bitten
+ (For vipers kill, though dead) by some review,
+ That you condemn these verses I have written,
+ Because they tell no story, false or true?
+ What, though no mice are caught by a young kitten,             _5
+ May it not leap and play as grown cats do,
+ Till its claws come? Prithee, for this one time,
+ Content thee with a visionary rhyme.
+
+ 2.
+ What hand would crush the silken-winged fly,
+ The youngest of inconstant April's minions,                   _10
+ Because it cannot climb the purest sky,
+ Where the swan sings, amid the sun's dominions?
+ Not thine. Thou knowest 'tis its doom to die,
+ When Day shall hide within her twilight pinions
+ The lucent eyes, and the eternal smile,                       _15
+ Serene as thine, which lent it life awhile.
+
+ 3.
+ To thy fair feet a winged Vision came,
+ Whose date should have been longer than a day,
+ And o'er thy head did beat its wings for fame,
+ And in thy sight its fading plumes display;                   _20
+ The watery bow burned in the evening flame.
+ But the shower fell, the swift Sun went his way--
+ And that is dead.--O, let me not believe
+ That anything of mine is fit to live!
+
+ 4.
+ Wordsworth informs us he was nineteen years                   _25
+ Considering and retouching Peter Bell;
+ Watering his laurels with the killing tears
+ Of slow, dull care, so that their roots to Hell
+ Might pierce, and their wide branches blot the spheres
+ Of Heaven, with dewy leaves and flowers; this well            _30
+ May be, for Heaven and Earth conspire to foil
+ The over-busy gardener's blundering toil.
+
+ 5.
+ My Witch indeed is not so sweet a creature
+ As Ruth or Lucy, whom his graceful praise
+ Clothes for our grandsons--but she matches Peter,             _35
+ Though he took nineteen years, and she three days
+ In dressing. Light the vest of flowing metre
+ She wears; he, proud as dandy with his stays,
+ Has hung upon his wiry limbs a dress
+ Like King Lear's 'looped and windowed raggedness.'            _40
+
+ 6.
+ If you strip Peter, you will see a fellow
+ Scorched by Hell's hyperequatorial climate
+ Into a kind of a sulphureous yellow:
+ A lean mark, hardly fit to fling a rhyme at;
+ In shape a Scaramouch, in hue Othello.                        _45
+ If you unveil my Witch, no priest nor primate
+ Can shrive you of that sin,--if sin there be
+ In love, when it becomes idolatry.
+
+
+ THE WITCH OF ATLAS.
+
+ 1.
+ Before those cruel Twins, whom at one birth
+ Incestuous Change bore to her father Time,                    _50
+ Error and Truth, had hunted from the Earth
+ All those bright natures which adorned its prime,
+ And left us nothing to believe in, worth
+ The pains of putting into learned rhyme,
+ A lady-witch there lived on Atlas' mountain                   _55
+ Within a cavern, by a secret fountain.
+
+ 2.
+ Her mother was one of the Atlantides:
+ The all-beholding Sun had ne'er beholden
+ In his wide voyage o'er continents and seas
+ So fair a creature, as she lay enfolden                       _60
+ In the warm shadow of her loveliness;--
+ He kissed her with his beams, and made all golden
+ The chamber of gray rock in which she lay--
+ She, in that dream of joy, dissolved away.
+
+ 3.
+ 'Tis said, she first was changed into a vapour,               _65
+ 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:                       _70
+ Then, into one of those mysterious stars
+ Which hide themselves between the Earth and Mars.
+
+ 4.
+ 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                   _75
+ 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.                   _80
+
+ 5.
+ 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.                _85
+ 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.
+
+ 6.
+ And first the spotted cameleopard came,
+ And then the wise and fearless elephant;                      _90
+ Then the sly serpent, in the golden flame
+ 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,                   _95
+ Such gentleness and power even to behold.
+
+ 7.
+ The brinded lioness led forth her young,
+ That she might teach them how they should forego
+ Their inborn thirst of death; the pard unstrung
+ His sinews at her feet, and sought to know                    _100
+ With looks whose motions spoke without a tongue
+ How he might be as gentle as the doe.
+ The magic circle of her voice and eyes
+ All savage natures did imparadise.
+
+ 8.
+ And old Silenus, shaking a green stick                        _105
+ Of lilies, and the wood-gods in a crew
+ Came, blithe, as in the olive copses thick
+ Cicadae are, drunk with the noonday dew:
+ And Dryope and Faunus followed quick,
+ Teasing the God to sing them something new;                   _110
+ Till in this cave they found the lady lone,
+ Sitting upon a seat of emerald stone.
+
+ 9.
+ And universal Pan, 'tis said, was there,
+ And though none saw him,--through the adamant
+ Of the deep mountains, through the trackless air,             _115
+ 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.                    _120
+
+ 10.
+ 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 gray locks,
+ And quaint Priapus with his company,                          _125
+ All came, much wondering how the enwombed rocks
+ Could have brought forth so beautiful a birth;--
+ Her love subdued their wonder and their mirth.
+
+ 11.
+ The herdsmen and the mountain maidens came,
+ And the rude kings of pastoral Garamant--                     _130
+ Their 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,                _135
+ Dog-headed, bosom-eyed, and bird-footed.
+
+ 12.
+ For she was beautiful--her beauty made
+ The bright world dim, and everything beside
+ Seemed like the fleeting image of a shade:
+ No thought of living spirit could abide,                      _140
+ Which to her looks had ever been betrayed,
+ On any object in the world so wide,
+ On any hope within the circling skies,
+ But on her form, and in her inmost eyes.
+
+ 13.
+ Which when the lady knew, she took her spindle                _145
+ 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;                         _150
+ And with these threads a subtle veil she wove--
+ A shadow for the splendour of her love.
+
+ 14.
+ The deep recesses of her odorous dwelling
+ Were stored with magic treasures--sounds of air,
+ Which had the power all spirits of compelling,                _155
+ 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.                      _160
+
+ 15.
+ 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                       _165
+ Whose heart adores the shrine which holiest is,
+ Even Love's:--and others white, green, gray, and black,
+ And of all shapes--and each was at her beck.
+
+ 16.
+ And odours in a kind of aviary
+ Of ever-blooming Eden-trees she kept,                         _170
+ 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,             _175
+ To stir sweet thoughts or sad, in destined minds.
+
+ 17.
+ 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 weep,               _180
+ Could make their tears all wonder and delight,
+ She in her crystal vials did closely keep:
+ If men could drink of those clear vials, 'tis said
+ The living were not envied of the dead.
+
+ 18.
+ Her cave was stored with scrolls of strange device,           _185
+ The works of some Saturnian Archimage,
+ Which taught the expiations at whose price
+ Men from the Gods might win that happy age
+ Too lightly lost, redeeming native vice;
+ And which might quench the Earth-consuming rage               _190
+ Of gold and blood--till men should live and move
+ Harmonious as the sacred stars above;
+
+ 19.
+ And how all things that seem untameable,
+ Not to be checked and not to be confined,
+ Obey the spells of Wisdom's wizard skill;                     _195
+ Time, earth, and fire--the ocean and the wind,
+ And all their shapes--and man's imperial will;
+ And other scrolls whose writings did unbind
+ The inmost lore of Love--let the profane
+ Tremble to ask what secrets they contain.                     _200
+
+ 20.
+ And wondrous works of substances unknown,
+ To which the enchantment of her father's power
+ Had changed those ragged blocks of savage stone,
+ Were heaped in the recesses of her bower;
+ Carved lamps and chalices, and vials which shone              _205
+ In their own golden beams--each like a flower,
+ Out of whose depth a fire-fly shakes his light
+ Under a cypress in a starless night.
+
+ 21.
+ At first she lived alone in this wild home,
+ And her own thoughts were each a minister,                    _210
+ Clothing themselves, or with the ocean foam,
+ Or with the wind, or with the speed of fire,
+ To work whatever purposes might come
+ Into her mind; such power her mighty Sire
+ Had girt them with, whether to fly or run,                    _215
+ Through all the regions which he shines upon.
+
+ 22.
+ The Ocean-nymphs and Hamadryades,
+ Oreads and Naiads, with long weedy locks,
+ Offered to do her bidding through the seas,
+ Under the earth, and in the hollow rocks,                     _220
+ And far beneath the matted roots of trees,
+ And in the gnarled heart of stubborn oaks,
+ So they might live for ever in the light
+ Of her sweet presence--each a satellite.
+
+ 23.
+ 'This may not be,' the wizard maid replied;                   _225
+ 'The fountains where the Naiades bedew
+ Their shining hair, at length are drained and dried;
+ The solid oaks forget their strength, and strew
+ Their latest leaf upon the mountains wide;
+ The boundless ocean like a drop of dew                        _230
+ Will be consumed--the stubborn centre must
+ Be scattered, like a cloud of summer dust.
+
+ 24.
+ 'And ye with them will perish, one by one;--
+ If I must sigh to think that this shall be,
+ If I must weep when the surviving Sun                         _235
+ Shall smile on your decay--oh, ask not me
+ To love you till your little race is run;
+ I cannot die as ye must--over me
+ Your leaves shall glance--the streams in which ye dwell
+ Shall be my paths henceforth, and so--farewell!'--            _240
+
+ 25.
+ She spoke and wept:--the dark and azure well
+ Sparkled beneath the shower of her bright tears,
+ And every little circlet where they fell
+ Flung to the cavern-roof inconstant spheres
+ And intertangled lines of light:--a knell                     _245
+ Of sobbing voices came upon her ears
+ From those departing Forms, o'er the serene
+ Of the white streams and of the forest green.
+
+ 26.
+ All day the wizard lady sate aloof,
+ Spelling out scrolls of dread antiquity,                      _250
+ Under the cavern's fountain-lighted roof;
+ Or broidering the pictured poesy
+ Of some high tale upon her growing woof,
+ Which the sweet splendour of her smiles could dye
+ In hues outshining heaven--and ever she                       _255
+ Added some grace to the wrought poesy.
+
+ 27.
+ While on her hearth lay blazing many a piece
+ Of sandal wood, rare gums, and cinnamon;
+ Men scarcely know how beautiful fire is--
+ Each flame of it is as a precious stone                       _260
+ Dissolved in ever-moving light, and this
+ Belongs to each and all who gaze upon.
+ The Witch beheld it not, for in her hand
+ She held a woof that dimmed the burning brand.
+
+ 28.
+ This lady never slept, but lay in trance                      _265
+ All night within the fountain--as in sleep.
+ Its emerald crags glowed in her beauty's glance;
+ Through the green splendour of the water deep
+ She saw the constellations reel and dance
+ Like fire-flies--and withal did ever keep                     _270
+ The tenour of her contemplations calm,
+ With open eyes, closed feet, and folded palm.
+
+ 29.
+ And when the whirlwinds and the clouds descended
+ From the white pinnacles of that cold hill,
+ She passed at dewfall to a space extended,                    _275
+ Where in a lawn of flowering asphodel
+ Amid a wood of pines and cedars blended,
+ There yawned an inextinguishable well
+ Of crimson fire--full even to the brim,
+ And overflowing all the margin trim.                          _280
+
+ 30.
+ Within the which she lay when the fierce war
+ Of wintry winds shook that innocuous liquor
+ In many a mimic moon and bearded star
+ O'er woods and lawns;--the serpent heard it flicker
+ In sleep, and dreaming still, he crept afar--                 _285
+ And when the windless snow descended thicker
+ Than autumn leaves, she watched it as it came
+ Melt on the surface of the level flame.
+
+ 31.
+ She had a boat, which some say Vulcan wrought
+ For Venus, as the chariot of her star;                        _290
+ But it was found too feeble to be fraught
+ With all the ardours in that sphere which are,
+ And so she sold it, and Apollo bought
+ And gave it to this daughter: from a car
+ Changed to the fairest and the lightest boat                  _295
+ Which ever upon mortal stream did float.
+
+ 32.
+ And others say, that, when but three hours old,
+ The first-born Love out of his cradle lept,
+ And clove dun Chaos with his wings of gold,
+ And like a horticultural adept,                               _300
+ Stole a strange seed, and wrapped it up in mould,
+ And sowed it in his mother's star, and kept
+ Watering it all the summer with sweet dew,
+ And with his wings fanning it as it grew.
+
+ 33.
+ The plant grew strong and green, the snowy flower             _305
+ Fell, and the long and gourd-like fruit began
+ To turn the light and dew by inward power
+ To its own substance; woven tracery ran
+ Of light firm texture, ribbed and branching, o'er
+ The solid rind, like a leaf's veined fan--                    _310
+ Of which Love scooped this boat--and with soft motion
+ Piloted it round the circumfluous ocean.
+
+ 34.
+ This boat she moored upon her fount, and lit
+ A living spirit within all its frame,
+ Breathing the soul of swiftness into it.                      _315
+ Couched on the fountain like a panther tame,
+ One of the twain at Evan's feet that sit--
+ Or as on Vesta's sceptre a swift flame--
+ Or on blind Homer's heart a winged thought,--
+ In joyous expectation lay the boat.                           _320
+
+ 35.
+ Then by strange art she kneaded fire and snow
+ Together, tempering the repugnant mass
+ With liquid love--all things together grow
+ Through which the harmony of love can pass;
+ And a fair Shape out of her hands did flow--                  _325
+ A living Image, which did far surpass
+ In beauty that bright shape of vital stone
+ Which drew the heart out of Pygmalion.
+
+ 36.
+ A sexless thing it was, and in its growth
+ It seemed to have developed no defect                         _330
+ Of either sex, yet all the grace of both,--
+ In gentleness and strength its limbs were decked;
+ The bosom swelled lightly with its full youth,
+ The countenance was such as might select
+ Some artist that his skill should never die,                  _335
+ Imaging forth such perfect purity.
+
+ 37.
+ From its smooth shoulders hung two rapid wings,
+ Fit to have borne it to the seventh sphere,
+ Tipped with the speed of liquid lightenings,
+ Dyed in the ardours of the atmosphere:                        _340
+ She led her creature to the boiling springs
+ Where the light boat was moored, and said: 'Sit here!'
+ And pointed to the prow, and took her seat
+ Beside the rudder, with opposing feet.
+
+ 38.
+ And down the streams which clove those mountains vast,        _345
+ Around their inland islets, and amid
+ The panther-peopled forests whose shade cast
+ Darkness and odours, and a pleasure hid
+ In melancholy gloom, the pinnace passed;
+ By many a star-surrounded pyramid                             _350
+ Of icy crag cleaving the purple sky,
+ And caverns yawning round unfathomably.
+
+ 39.
+ The silver noon into that winding dell,
+ With slanted gleam athwart the forest tops,
+ Tempered like golden evening, feebly fell;                    _355
+ A green and glowing light, like that which drops
+ From folded lilies in which glow-worms dwell,
+ When Earth over her face Night's mantle wraps;
+ Between the severed mountains lay on high,
+ Over the stream, a narrow rift of sky.                        _360
+
+ 40.
+ And ever as she went, the Image lay
+ With folded wings and unawakened eyes;
+ And o'er its gentle countenance did play
+ The busy dreams, as thick as summer flies,
+ Chasing the rapid smiles that would not stay,                 _365
+ And drinking the warm tears, and the sweet sighs
+ Inhaling, which, with busy murmur vain,
+ They had aroused from that full heart and brain.
+
+ 41.
+ And ever down the prone vale, like a cloud
+ Upon a stream of wind, the pinnace went:                      _370
+ Now lingering on the pools, in which abode
+ The calm and darkness of the deep content
+ In which they paused; now o'er the shallow road
+ Of white and dancing waters, all besprent
+ With sand and polished pebbles:--mortal boat                  _375
+ In such a shallow rapid could not float.
+
+ 42.
+ And down the earthquaking cataracts which shiver
+ Their snow-like waters into golden air,
+ Or under chasms unfathomable ever
+ Sepulchre them, till in their rage they tear                  _380
+ A subterranean portal for the river,
+ It fled--the circling sunbows did upbear
+ Its fall down the hoar precipice of spray,
+ Lighting it far upon its lampless way.
+
+ 43.
+ And when the wizard lady would ascend                         _385
+ The labyrinths of some many-winding vale,
+ Which to the inmost mountain upward tend--
+ She called 'Hermaphroditus!'--and the pale
+ And heavy hue which slumber could extend
+ Over its lips and eyes, as on the gale                        _390
+ A rapid shadow from a slope of grass,
+ Into the darkness of the stream did pass.
+
+ 44.
+ And it unfurled its heaven-coloured pinions,
+ With stars of fire spotting the stream below;
+ And from above into the Sun's dominions                       _395
+ Flinging a glory, like the golden glow
+ In which Spring clothes her emerald-winged minions,
+ All interwoven with fine feathery snow
+ And moonlight splendour of intensest rime,
+ With which frost paints the pines in winter time.             _400
+
+ 45.
+ And then it winnowed the Elysian air
+ Which ever hung about that lady bright,
+ With its aethereal vans--and speeding there,
+ Like a star up the torrent of the night,
+ Or a swift eagle in the morning glare                         _405
+ Breasting the whirlwind with impetuous flight,
+ The pinnace, oared by those enchanted wings,
+ Clove the fierce streams towards their upper springs.
+
+ 46.
+ The water flashed, like sunlight by the prow
+ Of a noon-wandering meteor flung to Heaven;                   _410
+ The still air seemed as if its waves did flow
+ In tempest down the mountains; loosely driven
+ The lady's radiant hair streamed to and fro:
+ Beneath, the billows having vainly striven
+ Indignant and impetuous, roared to feel                       _415
+ The swift and steady motion of the keel.
+
+ 47.
+ Or, when the weary moon was in the wane,
+ Or in the noon of interlunar night,
+ The lady-witch in visions could not chain
+ Her spirit; but sailed forth under the light                  _420
+ Of shooting stars, and bade extend amain
+ Its storm-outspeeding wings, the Hermaphrodite;
+ She to the Austral waters took her way,
+ Beyond the fabulous Thamondocana,--
+
+ 48.
+ Where, like a meadow which no scythe has shaven,              _425
+ Which rain could never bend, or whirl-blast shake,
+ With the Antarctic constellations paven,
+ Canopus and his crew, lay the Austral lake--
+ There she would build herself a windless haven
+ Out of the clouds whose moving turrets make                   _430
+ The bastions of the storm, when through the sky
+ The spirits of the tempest thundered by:
+
+ 49.
+ A haven beneath whose translucent floor
+ The tremulous stars sparkled unfathomably,
+ And around which the solid vapours hoar,                      _435
+ Based on the level waters, to the sky
+ Lifted their dreadful crags, and like a shore
+ Of wintry mountains, inaccessibly
+ Hemmed in with rifts and precipices gray,
+ And hanging crags, many a cove and bay.                       _440
+
+ 50.
+ And whilst the outer lake beneath the lash
+ Of the wind's scourge, foamed like a wounded thing,
+ And the incessant hail with stony clash
+ Ploughed up the waters, and the flagging wing
+ Of the roused cormorant in the lightning flash                _445
+ Looked like the wreck of some wind-wandering
+ Fragment of inky thunder-smoke--this haven
+ Was as a gem to copy Heaven engraven,--
+
+ 51.
+ On which that lady played her many pranks,
+ Circling the image of a shooting star,                        _450
+ Even as a tiger on Hydaspes' banks
+ Outspeeds the antelopes which speediest are,
+ In her light boat; and many quips and cranks
+ She played upon the water, till the car
+ Of the late moon, like a sick matron wan,                     _455
+ To journey from the misty east began.
+
+ 52.
+ And then she called out of the hollow turrets
+ Of those high clouds, white, golden and vermilion,
+ The armies of her ministering spirits--
+ In mighty legions, million after million,                     _460
+ They came, each troop emblazoning its merits
+ On meteor flags; and many a proud pavilion
+ Of the intertexture of the atmosphere
+ They pitched upon the plain of the calm mere.
+
+ 53.
+ They framed the imperial tent of their great Queen            _465
+ Of woven exhalations, underlaid
+ With lambent lightning-fire, as may be seen
+ A dome of thin and open ivory inlaid
+ With crimson silk--cressets from the serene
+ Hung there, and on the water for her tread                    _470
+ A tapestry of fleece-like mist was strewn,
+ Dyed in the beams of the ascending moon.
+
+ 54.
+ And on a throne o'erlaid with starlight, caught
+ Upon those wandering isles of aery dew,
+ Which highest shoals of mountain shipwreck not,               _475
+ She sate, and heard all that had happened new
+ Between the earth and moon, since they had brought
+ The last intelligence--and now she grew
+ Pale as that moon, lost in the watery night--
+ And now she wept, and now she laughed outright.               _480
+
+ 55.
+ These were tame pleasures; she would often climb
+ The steepest ladder of the crudded rack
+ Up to some beaked cape of cloud sublime,
+ And like Arion on the dolphin's back
+ Ride singing through the shoreless air;--oft-time             _485
+ Following the serpent lightning's winding track,
+ She ran upon the platforms of the wind,
+ And laughed to hear the fire-balls roar behind.
+
+ 56.
+ And sometimes to those streams of upper air
+ Which whirl the earth in its diurnal round,                   _490
+ She would ascend, and win the spirits there
+ To let her join their chorus. Mortals found
+ That on those days the sky was calm and fair,
+ And mystic snatches of harmonious sound
+ Wandered upon the earth where'er she passed,                  _495
+ And happy thoughts of hope, too sweet to last.
+
+ 57.
+ But her choice sport was, in the hours of sleep,
+ To glide adown old Nilus, where he threads
+ Egypt and Aethiopia, from the steep
+ Of utmost Axume, until he spreads,                            _500
+ Like a calm flock of silver-fleeced sheep,
+ His waters on the plain: and crested heads
+ Of cities and proud temples gleam amid,
+ And many a vapour-belted pyramid.
+
+ 58.
+ By Moeris and the Mareotid lakes,                             _505
+ Strewn with faint blooms like bridal chamber floors,
+ Where naked boys bridling tame water-snakes,
+ Or charioteering ghastly alligators,
+ Had left on the sweet waters mighty wakes
+ Of those huge forms--within the brazen doors                  _510
+ Of the great Labyrinth slept both boy and beast,
+ Tired with the pomp of their Osirian feast.
+
+ 59.
+ And where within the surface of the river
+ The shadows of the massy temples lie,
+ And never are erased--but tremble ever                        _515
+ Like things which every cloud can doom to die,
+ Through lotus-paven canals, and wheresoever
+ The works of man pierced that serenest sky
+ With tombs, and towers, and fanes, 'twas her delight
+ To wander in the shadow of the night.                         _520
+
+ 60.
+ With motion like the spirit of that wind
+ Whose soft step deepens slumber, her light feet
+ Passed through the peopled haunts of humankind.
+ Scattering sweet visions from her presence sweet,
+ Through fane, and palace-court, and labyrinth mined           _525
+ With many a dark and subterranean street
+ Under the Nile, through chambers high and deep
+ She passed, observing mortals in their sleep.
+
+ 61.
+ A pleasure sweet doubtless it was to see
+ Mortals subdued in all the shapes of sleep.                   _530
+ Here lay two sister twins in infancy;
+ There, a lone youth who in his dreams did weep;
+ Within, two lovers linked innocently
+ In their loose locks which over both did creep
+ Like ivy from one stem;--and there lay calm                   _535
+ Old age with snow-bright hair and folded palm.
+
+ 62.
+ But other troubled forms of sleep she saw,
+ Not to be mirrored in a holy song--
+ Distortions foul of supernatural awe,
+ And pale imaginings of visioned wrong;                        _540
+ And all the code of Custom's lawless law
+ Written upon the brows of old and young:
+ 'This,' said the wizard maiden, 'is the strife
+ Which stirs the liquid surface of man's life.'
+
+ 63.
+ And little did the sight disturb her soul.--                  _545
+ We, the weak mariners of that wide lake
+ Where'er its shores extend or billows roll,
+ Our course unpiloted and starless make
+ O'er its wild surface to an unknown goal:--
+ But she in the calm depths her way could take,                _550
+ Where in bright bowers immortal forms abide
+ Beneath the weltering of the restless tide.
+
+ 64.
+ And she saw princes couched under the glow
+ Of sunlike gems; and round each temple-court
+ In dormitories ranged, row after row,                         _555
+ She saw the priests asleep--all of one sort--
+ For all were educated to be so.--
+ The peasants in their huts, and in the port
+ The sailors she saw cradled on the waves,
+ And the dead lulled within their dreamless graves.            _560
+
+ 65.
+ And all the forms in which those spirits lay
+ Were to her sight like the diaphanous
+ Veils, in which those sweet ladies oft array
+ Their delicate limbs, who would conceal from us
+ Only their scorn of all concealment: they                     _565
+ Move in the light of their own beauty thus.
+ But these and all now lay with sleep upon them,
+ And little thought a Witch was looking on them.
+
+ 66.
+ She, all those human figures breathing there,
+ Beheld as living spirits--to her eyes                         _570
+ The naked beauty of the soul lay bare,
+ And often through a rude and worn disguise
+ She saw the inner form most bright and fair--
+ And then she had a charm of strange device,
+ Which, murmured on mute lips with tender tone,                _575
+ Could make that spirit mingle with her own.
+
+ 67.
+ Alas! Aurora, what wouldst thou have given
+ For such a charm when Tithon became gray?
+ Or how much, Venus, of thy silver heaven
+ Wouldst thou have yielded, ere Proserpina                     _580
+ Had half (oh! why not all?) the debt forgiven
+ Which dear Adonis had been doomed to pay,
+ To any witch who would have taught you it?
+ The Heliad doth not know its value yet.
+
+ 68.
+ 'Tis said in after times her spirit free                      _585
+ Knew what love was, and felt itself alone--
+ But holy Dian could not chaster be
+ Before she stooped to kiss Endymion,
+ Than now this lady--like a sexless bee
+ Tasting all blossoms, and confined to none,                   _590
+ Among those mortal forms, the wizard-maiden
+ Passed with an eye serene and heart unladen.
+
+ 69.
+ To those she saw most beautiful, she gave
+ Strange panacea in a crystal bowl:--
+ They drank in their deep sleep of that sweet wave,            _595
+ And lived thenceforward as if some control,
+ Mightier than life, were in them; and the grave
+ Of such, when death oppressed the weary soul,
+ Was as a green and overarching bower
+ Lit by the gems of many a starry flower.                      _600
+
+ 70.
+ For on the night when they were buried, she
+ Restored the embalmers' ruining, and shook
+ The light out of the funeral lamps, to be
+ A mimic day within that deathy nook;
+ And she unwound the woven imagery                             _605
+ Of second childhood's swaddling bands, and took
+ The coffin, its last cradle, from its niche,
+ And threw it with contempt into a ditch.
+
+ 71.
+ And there the body lay, age after age.
+ Mute, breathing, beating, warm, and undecaying,               _610
+ Like one asleep in a green hermitage,
+ With gentle smiles about its eyelids playing,
+ And living in its dreams beyond the rage
+ Of death or life; while they were still arraying
+ In liveries ever new, the rapid, blind                        _615
+ And fleeting generations of mankind.
+
+ 72.
+ And she would write strange dreams upon the brain
+ Of those who were less beautiful, and make
+ All harsh and crooked purposes more vain
+ Than in the desert is the serpent's wake                      _620
+ Which the sand covers--all his evil gain
+ The miser in such dreams would rise and shake
+ Into a beggar's lap;--the lying scribe
+ Would his own lies betray without a bribe.
+
+ 73.
+ The priests would write an explanation full,                  _625
+ Translating hieroglyphics into Greek,
+ How the God Apis really was a bull,
+ And nothing more; and bid the herald stick
+ The same against the temple doors, and pull
+ The old cant down; they licensed all to speak                 _630
+ Whate'er they thought of hawks, and cats, and geese,
+ By pastoral letters to each diocese.
+
+ 74.
+ The king would dress an ape up in his crown
+ And robes, and seat him on his glorious seat,
+ And on the right hand of the sunlike throne                   _635
+ Would place a gaudy mock-bird to repeat
+ The chatterings of the monkey.--Every one
+ Of the prone courtiers crawled to kiss the feet
+ Of their great Emperor, when the morning came,
+ And kissed--alas, how many kiss the same!                     _640
+
+ 75.
+ The soldiers dreamed that they were blacksmiths, and
+ Walked out of quarters in somnambulism;
+ Round the red anvils you might see them stand
+ Like Cyclopses in Vulcan's sooty abysm,
+ Beating their swords to ploughshares;--in a band              _645
+ The gaolers sent those of the liberal schism
+ Free through the streets of Memphis, much, I wis,
+ To the annoyance of king Amasis.
+
+ 76.
+ And timid lovers who had been so coy,
+ They hardly knew whether they loved or not,                   _650
+ Would rise out of their rest, and take sweet joy,
+ To the fulfilment of their inmost thought;
+ And when next day the maiden and the boy
+ Met one another, both, like sinners caught,
+ Blushed at the thing which each believed was done             _655
+ Only in fancy--till the tenth moon shone;
+
+ 77.
+ And then the Witch would let them take no ill:
+ Of many thousand schemes which lovers find,
+ The Witch found one,--and so they took their fill
+ Of happiness in marriage warm and kind.                       _660
+ Friends who, by practice of some envious skill,
+ Were torn apart--a wide wound, mind from mind!--
+ She did unite again with visions clear
+ Of deep affection and of truth sincere.
+
+ 80.
+ These were the pranks she played among the cities             _665
+ Of mortal men, and what she did to Sprites
+ And Gods, entangling them in her sweet ditties
+ To do her will, and show their subtle sleights,
+ I will declare another time; for it is
+ A tale more fit for the weird winter nights                   _670
+ Than for these garish summer days, when we
+ Scarcely believe much more than we can see.
+
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+Title: The Witch of Atlas
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+Author: Percy Bysshe Shelley
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+ TO MARY
+ (ON HER OBJECTING TO THE FOLLOWING POEM, UPON THE
+ SCORE OF ITS CONTAINING NO HUMAN INTEREST).
+
+ 1.
+ How, my dear Mary,--are you critic-bitten
+ (For vipers kill, though dead) by some review,
+ That you condemn these verses I have written,
+ Because they tell no story, false or true?
+ What, though no mice are caught by a young kitten,             _5
+ May it not leap and play as grown cats do,
+ Till its claws come? Prithee, for this one time,
+ Content thee with a visionary rhyme.
+
+ 2.
+ What hand would crush the silken-winged fly,
+ The youngest of inconstant April's minions,                   _10
+ Because it cannot climb the purest sky,
+ Where the swan sings, amid the sun's dominions?
+ Not thine. Thou knowest 'tis its doom to die,
+ When Day shall hide within her twilight pinions
+ The lucent eyes, and the eternal smile,                       _15
+ Serene as thine, which lent it life awhile.
+
+ 3.
+ To thy fair feet a winged Vision came,
+ Whose date should have been longer than a day,
+ And o'er thy head did beat its wings for fame,
+ And in thy sight its fading plumes display;                   _20
+ The watery bow burned in the evening flame.
+ But the shower fell, the swift Sun went his way--
+ And that is dead.--O, let me not believe
+ That anything of mine is fit to live!
+
+ 4.
+ Wordsworth informs us he was nineteen years                   _25
+ Considering and retouching Peter Bell;
+ Watering his laurels with the killing tears
+ Of slow, dull care, so that their roots to Hell
+ Might pierce, and their wide branches blot the spheres
+ Of Heaven, with dewy leaves and flowers; this well            _30
+ May be, for Heaven and Earth conspire to foil
+ The over-busy gardener's blundering toil.
+
+ 5.
+ My Witch indeed is not so sweet a creature
+ As Ruth or Lucy, whom his graceful praise
+ Clothes for our grandsons--but she matches Peter,             _35
+ Though he took nineteen years, and she three days
+ In dressing. Light the vest of flowing metre
+ She wears; he, proud as dandy with his stays,
+ Has hung upon his wiry limbs a dress
+ Like King Lear's 'looped and windowed raggedness.'            _40
+
+ 6.
+ If you strip Peter, you will see a fellow
+ Scorched by Hell's hyperequatorial climate
+ Into a kind of a sulphureous yellow:
+ A lean mark, hardly fit to fling a rhyme at;
+ In shape a Scaramouch, in hue Othello.                        _45
+ If you unveil my Witch, no priest nor primate
+ Can shrive you of that sin,--if sin there be
+ In love, when it becomes idolatry.
+
+
+ THE WITCH OF ATLAS.
+
+ 1.
+ Before those cruel Twins, whom at one birth
+ Incestuous Change bore to her father Time,                    _50
+ Error and Truth, had hunted from the Earth
+ All those bright natures which adorned its prime,
+ And left us nothing to believe in, worth
+ The pains of putting into learned rhyme,
+ A lady-witch there lived on Atlas' mountain                   _55
+ Within a cavern, by a secret fountain.
+
+ 2.
+ Her mother was one of the Atlantides:
+ The all-beholding Sun had ne'er beholden
+ In his wide voyage o'er continents and seas
+ So fair a creature, as she lay enfolden                       _60
+ In the warm shadow of her loveliness;--
+ He kissed her with his beams, and made all golden
+ The chamber of gray rock in which she lay--
+ She, in that dream of joy, dissolved away.
+
+ 3.
+ 'Tis said, she first was changed into a vapour,               _65
+ 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:                       _70
+ Then, into one of those mysterious stars
+ Which hide themselves between the Earth and Mars.
+
+ 4.
+ 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                   _75
+ 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.                   _80
+
+ 5.
+ 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.                _85
+ 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.
+
+ 6.
+ And first the spotted cameleopard came,
+ And then the wise and fearless elephant;                      _90
+ Then the sly serpent, in the golden flame
+ 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,                   _95
+ Such gentleness and power even to behold.
+
+ 7.
+ The brinded lioness led forth her young,
+ That she might teach them how they should forego
+ Their inborn thirst of death; the pard unstrung
+ His sinews at her feet, and sought to know                    _100
+ With looks whose motions spoke without a tongue
+ How he might be as gentle as the doe.
+ The magic circle of her voice and eyes
+ All savage natures did imparadise.
+
+ 8.
+ And old Silenus, shaking a green stick                        _105
+ Of lilies, and the wood-gods in a crew
+ Came, blithe, as in the olive copses thick
+ Cicadae are, drunk with the noonday dew:
+ And Dryope and Faunus followed quick,
+ Teasing the God to sing them something new;                   _110
+ Till in this cave they found the lady lone,
+ Sitting upon a seat of emerald stone.
+
+ 9.
+ And universal Pan, 'tis said, was there,
+ And though none saw him,--through the adamant
+ Of the deep mountains, through the trackless air,             _115
+ 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.                    _120
+
+ 10.
+ 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 gray locks,
+ And quaint Priapus with his company,                          _125
+ All came, much wondering how the enwombed rocks
+ Could have brought forth so beautiful a birth;--
+ Her love subdued their wonder and their mirth.
+
+ 11.
+ The herdsmen and the mountain maidens came,
+ And the rude kings of pastoral Garamant--                     _130
+ Their 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,                _135
+ Dog-headed, bosom-eyed, and bird-footed.
+
+ 12.
+ For she was beautiful--her beauty made
+ The bright world dim, and everything beside
+ Seemed like the fleeting image of a shade:
+ No thought of living spirit could abide,                      _140
+ Which to her looks had ever been betrayed,
+ On any object in the world so wide,
+ On any hope within the circling skies,
+ But on her form, and in her inmost eyes.
+
+ 13.
+ Which when the lady knew, she took her spindle                _145
+ 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;                         _150
+ And with these threads a subtle veil she wove--
+ A shadow for the splendour of her love.
+
+ 14.
+ The deep recesses of her odorous dwelling
+ Were stored with magic treasures--sounds of air,
+ Which had the power all spirits of compelling,                _155
+ 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.                      _160
+
+ 15.
+ 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                       _165
+ Whose heart adores the shrine which holiest is,
+ Even Love's:--and others white, green, gray, and black,
+ And of all shapes--and each was at her beck.
+
+ 16.
+ And odours in a kind of aviary
+ Of ever-blooming Eden-trees she kept,                         _170
+ 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,             _175
+ To stir sweet thoughts or sad, in destined minds.
+
+ 17.
+ 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 weep,               _180
+ Could make their tears all wonder and delight,
+ She in her crystal vials did closely keep:
+ If men could drink of those clear vials, 'tis said
+ The living were not envied of the dead.
+
+ 18.
+ Her cave was stored with scrolls of strange device,           _185
+ The works of some Saturnian Archimage,
+ Which taught the expiations at whose price
+ Men from the Gods might win that happy age
+ Too lightly lost, redeeming native vice;
+ And which might quench the Earth-consuming rage               _190
+ Of gold and blood--till men should live and move
+ Harmonious as the sacred stars above;
+
+ 19.
+ And how all things that seem untameable,
+ Not to be checked and not to be confined,
+ Obey the spells of Wisdom's wizard skill;                     _195
+ Time, earth, and fire--the ocean and the wind,
+ And all their shapes--and man's imperial will;
+ And other scrolls whose writings did unbind
+ The inmost lore of Love--let the profane
+ Tremble to ask what secrets they contain.                     _200
+
+ 20.
+ And wondrous works of substances unknown,
+ To which the enchantment of her father's power
+ Had changed those ragged blocks of savage stone,
+ Were heaped in the recesses of her bower;
+ Carved lamps and chalices, and vials which shone              _205
+ In their own golden beams--each like a flower,
+ Out of whose depth a fire-fly shakes his light
+ Under a cypress in a starless night.
+
+ 21.
+ At first she lived alone in this wild home,
+ And her own thoughts were each a minister,                    _210
+ Clothing themselves, or with the ocean foam,
+ Or with the wind, or with the speed of fire,
+ To work whatever purposes might come
+ Into her mind; such power her mighty Sire
+ Had girt them with, whether to fly or run,                    _215
+ Through all the regions which he shines upon.
+
+ 22.
+ The Ocean-nymphs and Hamadryades,
+ Oreads and Naiads, with long weedy locks,
+ Offered to do her bidding through the seas,
+ Under the earth, and in the hollow rocks,                     _220
+ And far beneath the matted roots of trees,
+ And in the gnarled heart of stubborn oaks,
+ So they might live for ever in the light
+ Of her sweet presence--each a satellite.
+
+ 23.
+ 'This may not be,' the wizard maid replied;                   _225
+ 'The fountains where the Naiades bedew
+ Their shining hair, at length are drained and dried;
+ The solid oaks forget their strength, and strew
+ Their latest leaf upon the mountains wide;
+ The boundless ocean like a drop of dew                        _230
+ Will be consumed--the stubborn centre must
+ Be scattered, like a cloud of summer dust.
+
+ 24.
+ 'And ye with them will perish, one by one;--
+ If I must sigh to think that this shall be,
+ If I must weep when the surviving Sun                         _235
+ Shall smile on your decay--oh, ask not me
+ To love you till your little race is run;
+ I cannot die as ye must--over me
+ Your leaves shall glance--the streams in which ye dwell
+ Shall be my paths henceforth, and so--farewell!'--            _240
+
+ 25.
+ She spoke and wept:--the dark and azure well
+ Sparkled beneath the shower of her bright tears,
+ And every little circlet where they fell
+ Flung to the cavern-roof inconstant spheres
+ And intertangled lines of light:--a knell                     _245
+ Of sobbing voices came upon her ears
+ From those departing Forms, o'er the serene
+ Of the white streams and of the forest green.
+
+ 26.
+ All day the wizard lady sate aloof,
+ Spelling out scrolls of dread antiquity,                      _250
+ Under the cavern's fountain-lighted roof;
+ Or broidering the pictured poesy
+ Of some high tale upon her growing woof,
+ Which the sweet splendour of her smiles could dye
+ In hues outshining heaven--and ever she                       _255
+ Added some grace to the wrought poesy.
+
+ 27.
+ While on her hearth lay blazing many a piece
+ Of sandal wood, rare gums, and cinnamon;
+ Men scarcely know how beautiful fire is--
+ Each flame of it is as a precious stone                       _260
+ Dissolved in ever-moving light, and this
+ Belongs to each and all who gaze upon.
+ The Witch beheld it not, for in her hand
+ She held a woof that dimmed the burning brand.
+
+ 28.
+ This lady never slept, but lay in trance                      _265
+ All night within the fountain--as in sleep.
+ Its emerald crags glowed in her beauty's glance;
+ Through the green splendour of the water deep
+ She saw the constellations reel and dance
+ Like fire-flies--and withal did ever keep                     _270
+ The tenour of her contemplations calm,
+ With open eyes, closed feet, and folded palm.
+
+ 29.
+ And when the whirlwinds and the clouds descended
+ From the white pinnacles of that cold hill,
+ She passed at dewfall to a space extended,                    _275
+ Where in a lawn of flowering asphodel
+ Amid a wood of pines and cedars blended,
+ There yawned an inextinguishable well
+ Of crimson fire--full even to the brim,
+ And overflowing all the margin trim.                          _280
+
+ 30.
+ Within the which she lay when the fierce war
+ Of wintry winds shook that innocuous liquor
+ In many a mimic moon and bearded star
+ O'er woods and lawns;--the serpent heard it flicker
+ In sleep, and dreaming still, he crept afar--                 _285
+ And when the windless snow descended thicker
+ Than autumn leaves, she watched it as it came
+ Melt on the surface of the level flame.
+
+ 31.
+ She had a boat, which some say Vulcan wrought
+ For Venus, as the chariot of her star;                        _290
+ But it was found too feeble to be fraught
+ With all the ardours in that sphere which are,
+ And so she sold it, and Apollo bought
+ And gave it to this daughter: from a car
+ Changed to the fairest and the lightest boat                  _295
+ Which ever upon mortal stream did float.
+
+ 32.
+ And others say, that, when but three hours old,
+ The first-born Love out of his cradle lept,
+ And clove dun Chaos with his wings of gold,
+ And like a horticultural adept,                               _300
+ Stole a strange seed, and wrapped it up in mould,
+ And sowed it in his mother's star, and kept
+ Watering it all the summer with sweet dew,
+ And with his wings fanning it as it grew.
+
+ 33.
+ The plant grew strong and green, the snowy flower             _305
+ Fell, and the long and gourd-like fruit began
+ To turn the light and dew by inward power
+ To its own substance; woven tracery ran
+ Of light firm texture, ribbed and branching, o'er
+ The solid rind, like a leaf's veined fan--                    _310
+ Of which Love scooped this boat--and with soft motion
+ Piloted it round the circumfluous ocean.
+
+ 34.
+ This boat she moored upon her fount, and lit
+ A living spirit within all its frame,
+ Breathing the soul of swiftness into it.                      _315
+ Couched on the fountain like a panther tame,
+ One of the twain at Evan's feet that sit--
+ Or as on Vesta's sceptre a swift flame--
+ Or on blind Homer's heart a winged thought,--
+ In joyous expectation lay the boat.                           _320
+
+ 35.
+ Then by strange art she kneaded fire and snow
+ Together, tempering the repugnant mass
+ With liquid love--all things together grow
+ Through which the harmony of love can pass;
+ And a fair Shape out of her hands did flow--                  _325
+ A living Image, which did far surpass
+ In beauty that bright shape of vital stone
+ Which drew the heart out of Pygmalion.
+
+ 36.
+ A sexless thing it was, and in its growth
+ It seemed to have developed no defect                         _330
+ Of either sex, yet all the grace of both,--
+ In gentleness and strength its limbs were decked;
+ The bosom swelled lightly with its full youth,
+ The countenance was such as might select
+ Some artist that his skill should never die,                  _335
+ Imaging forth such perfect purity.
+
+ 37.
+ From its smooth shoulders hung two rapid wings,
+ Fit to have borne it to the seventh sphere,
+ Tipped with the speed of liquid lightenings,
+ Dyed in the ardours of the atmosphere:                        _340
+ She led her creature to the boiling springs
+ Where the light boat was moored, and said: 'Sit here!'
+ And pointed to the prow, and took her seat
+ Beside the rudder, with opposing feet.
+
+ 38.
+ And down the streams which clove those mountains vast,        _345
+ Around their inland islets, and amid
+ The panther-peopled forests whose shade cast
+ Darkness and odours, and a pleasure hid
+ In melancholy gloom, the pinnace passed;
+ By many a star-surrounded pyramid                             _350
+ Of icy crag cleaving the purple sky,
+ And caverns yawning round unfathomably.
+
+ 39.
+ The silver noon into that winding dell,
+ With slanted gleam athwart the forest tops,
+ Tempered like golden evening, feebly fell;                    _355
+ A green and glowing light, like that which drops
+ From folded lilies in which glow-worms dwell,
+ When Earth over her face Night's mantle wraps;
+ Between the severed mountains lay on high,
+ Over the stream, a narrow rift of sky.                        _360
+
+ 40.
+ And ever as she went, the Image lay
+ With folded wings and unawakened eyes;
+ And o'er its gentle countenance did play
+ The busy dreams, as thick as summer flies,
+ Chasing the rapid smiles that would not stay,                 _365
+ And drinking the warm tears, and the sweet sighs
+ Inhaling, which, with busy murmur vain,
+ They had aroused from that full heart and brain.
+
+ 41.
+ And ever down the prone vale, like a cloud
+ Upon a stream of wind, the pinnace went:                      _370
+ Now lingering on the pools, in which abode
+ The calm and darkness of the deep content
+ In which they paused; now o'er the shallow road
+ Of white and dancing waters, all besprent
+ With sand and polished pebbles:--mortal boat                  _375
+ In such a shallow rapid could not float.
+
+ 42.
+ And down the earthquaking cataracts which shiver
+ Their snow-like waters into golden air,
+ Or under chasms unfathomable ever
+ Sepulchre them, till in their rage they tear                  _380
+ A subterranean portal for the river,
+ It fled--the circling sunbows did upbear
+ Its fall down the hoar precipice of spray,
+ Lighting it far upon its lampless way.
+
+ 43.
+ And when the wizard lady would ascend                         _385
+ The labyrinths of some many-winding vale,
+ Which to the inmost mountain upward tend--
+ She called 'Hermaphroditus!'--and the pale
+ And heavy hue which slumber could extend
+ Over its lips and eyes, as on the gale                        _390
+ A rapid shadow from a slope of grass,
+ Into the darkness of the stream did pass.
+
+ 44.
+ And it unfurled its heaven-coloured pinions,
+ With stars of fire spotting the stream below;
+ And from above into the Sun's dominions                       _395
+ Flinging a glory, like the golden glow
+ In which Spring clothes her emerald-winged minions,
+ All interwoven with fine feathery snow
+ And moonlight splendour of intensest rime,
+ With which frost paints the pines in winter time.             _400
+
+ 45.
+ And then it winnowed the Elysian air
+ Which ever hung about that lady bright,
+ With its aethereal vans--and speeding there,
+ Like a star up the torrent of the night,
+ Or a swift eagle in the morning glare                         _405
+ Breasting the whirlwind with impetuous flight,
+ The pinnace, oared by those enchanted wings,
+ Clove the fierce streams towards their upper springs.
+
+ 46.
+ The water flashed, like sunlight by the prow
+ Of a noon-wandering meteor flung to Heaven;                   _410
+ The still air seemed as if its waves did flow
+ In tempest down the mountains; loosely driven
+ The lady's radiant hair streamed to and fro:
+ Beneath, the billows having vainly striven
+ Indignant and impetuous, roared to feel                       _415
+ The swift and steady motion of the keel.
+
+ 47.
+ Or, when the weary moon was in the wane,
+ Or in the noon of interlunar night,
+ The lady-witch in visions could not chain
+ Her spirit; but sailed forth under the light                  _420
+ Of shooting stars, and bade extend amain
+ Its storm-outspeeding wings, the Hermaphrodite;
+ She to the Austral waters took her way,
+ Beyond the fabulous Thamondocana,--
+
+ 48.
+ Where, like a meadow which no scythe has shaven,              _425
+ Which rain could never bend, or whirl-blast shake,
+ With the Antarctic constellations paven,
+ Canopus and his crew, lay the Austral lake--
+ There she would build herself a windless haven
+ Out of the clouds whose moving turrets make                   _430
+ The bastions of the storm, when through the sky
+ The spirits of the tempest thundered by:
+
+ 49.
+ A haven beneath whose translucent floor
+ The tremulous stars sparkled unfathomably,
+ And around which the solid vapours hoar,                      _435
+ Based on the level waters, to the sky
+ Lifted their dreadful crags, and like a shore
+ Of wintry mountains, inaccessibly
+ Hemmed in with rifts and precipices gray,
+ And hanging crags, many a cove and bay.                       _440
+
+ 50.
+ And whilst the outer lake beneath the lash
+ Of the wind's scourge, foamed like a wounded thing,
+ And the incessant hail with stony clash
+ Ploughed up the waters, and the flagging wing
+ Of the roused cormorant in the lightning flash                _445
+ Looked like the wreck of some wind-wandering
+ Fragment of inky thunder-smoke--this haven
+ Was as a gem to copy Heaven engraven,--
+
+ 51.
+ On which that lady played her many pranks,
+ Circling the image of a shooting star,                        _450
+ Even as a tiger on Hydaspes' banks
+ Outspeeds the antelopes which speediest are,
+ In her light boat; and many quips and cranks
+ She played upon the water, till the car
+ Of the late moon, like a sick matron wan,                     _455
+ To journey from the misty east began.
+
+ 52.
+ And then she called out of the hollow turrets
+ Of those high clouds, white, golden and vermilion,
+ The armies of her ministering spirits--
+ In mighty legions, million after million,                     _460
+ They came, each troop emblazoning its merits
+ On meteor flags; and many a proud pavilion
+ Of the intertexture of the atmosphere
+ They pitched upon the plain of the calm mere.
+
+ 53.
+ They framed the imperial tent of their great Queen            _465
+ Of woven exhalations, underlaid
+ With lambent lightning-fire, as may be seen
+ A dome of thin and open ivory inlaid
+ With crimson silk--cressets from the serene
+ Hung there, and on the water for her tread                    _470
+ A tapestry of fleece-like mist was strewn,
+ Dyed in the beams of the ascending moon.
+
+ 54.
+ And on a throne o'erlaid with starlight, caught
+ Upon those wandering isles of aery dew,
+ Which highest shoals of mountain shipwreck not,               _475
+ She sate, and heard all that had happened new
+ Between the earth and moon, since they had brought
+ The last intelligence--and now she grew
+ Pale as that moon, lost in the watery night--
+ And now she wept, and now she laughed outright.               _480
+
+ 55.
+ These were tame pleasures; she would often climb
+ The steepest ladder of the crudded rack
+ Up to some beaked cape of cloud sublime,
+ And like Arion on the dolphin's back
+ Ride singing through the shoreless air;--oft-time             _485
+ Following the serpent lightning's winding track,
+ She ran upon the platforms of the wind,
+ And laughed to hear the fire-balls roar behind.
+
+ 56.
+ And sometimes to those streams of upper air
+ Which whirl the earth in its diurnal round,                   _490
+ She would ascend, and win the spirits there
+ To let her join their chorus. Mortals found
+ That on those days the sky was calm and fair,
+ And mystic snatches of harmonious sound
+ Wandered upon the earth where'er she passed,                  _495
+ And happy thoughts of hope, too sweet to last.
+
+ 57.
+ But her choice sport was, in the hours of sleep,
+ To glide adown old Nilus, where he threads
+ Egypt and Aethiopia, from the steep
+ Of utmost Axume, until he spreads,                            _500
+ Like a calm flock of silver-fleeced sheep,
+ His waters on the plain: and crested heads
+ Of cities and proud temples gleam amid,
+ And many a vapour-belted pyramid.
+
+ 58.
+ By Moeris and the Mareotid lakes,                             _505
+ Strewn with faint blooms like bridal chamber floors,
+ Where naked boys bridling tame water-snakes,
+ Or charioteering ghastly alligators,
+ Had left on the sweet waters mighty wakes
+ Of those huge forms--within the brazen doors                  _510
+ Of the great Labyrinth slept both boy and beast,
+ Tired with the pomp of their Osirian feast.
+
+ 59.
+ And where within the surface of the river
+ The shadows of the massy temples lie,
+ And never are erased--but tremble ever                        _515
+ Like things which every cloud can doom to die,
+ Through lotus-paven canals, and wheresoever
+ The works of man pierced that serenest sky
+ With tombs, and towers, and fanes, 'twas her delight
+ To wander in the shadow of the night.                         _520
+
+ 60.
+ With motion like the spirit of that wind
+ Whose soft step deepens slumber, her light feet
+ Passed through the peopled haunts of humankind.
+ Scattering sweet visions from her presence sweet,
+ Through fane, and palace-court, and labyrinth mined           _525
+ With many a dark and subterranean street
+ Under the Nile, through chambers high and deep
+ She passed, observing mortals in their sleep.
+
+ 61.
+ A pleasure sweet doubtless it was to see
+ Mortals subdued in all the shapes of sleep.                   _530
+ Here lay two sister twins in infancy;
+ There, a lone youth who in his dreams did weep;
+ Within, two lovers linked innocently
+ In their loose locks which over both did creep
+ Like ivy from one stem;--and there lay calm                   _535
+ Old age with snow-bright hair and folded palm.
+
+ 62.
+ But other troubled forms of sleep she saw,
+ Not to be mirrored in a holy song--
+ Distortions foul of supernatural awe,
+ And pale imaginings of visioned wrong;                        _540
+ And all the code of Custom's lawless law
+ Written upon the brows of old and young:
+ 'This,' said the wizard maiden, 'is the strife
+ Which stirs the liquid surface of man's life.'
+
+ 63.
+ And little did the sight disturb her soul.--                  _545
+ We, the weak mariners of that wide lake
+ Where'er its shores extend or billows roll,
+ Our course unpiloted and starless make
+ O'er its wild surface to an unknown goal:--
+ But she in the calm depths her way could take,                _550
+ Where in bright bowers immortal forms abide
+ Beneath the weltering of the restless tide.
+
+ 64.
+ And she saw princes couched under the glow
+ Of sunlike gems; and round each temple-court
+ In dormitories ranged, row after row,                         _555
+ She saw the priests asleep--all of one sort--
+ For all were educated to be so.--
+ The peasants in their huts, and in the port
+ The sailors she saw cradled on the waves,
+ And the dead lulled within their dreamless graves.            _560
+
+ 65.
+ And all the forms in which those spirits lay
+ Were to her sight like the diaphanous
+ Veils, in which those sweet ladies oft array
+ Their delicate limbs, who would conceal from us
+ Only their scorn of all concealment: they                     _565
+ Move in the light of their own beauty thus.
+ But these and all now lay with sleep upon them,
+ And little thought a Witch was looking on them.
+
+ 66.
+ She, all those human figures breathing there,
+ Beheld as living spirits--to her eyes                         _570
+ The naked beauty of the soul lay bare,
+ And often through a rude and worn disguise
+ She saw the inner form most bright and fair--
+ And then she had a charm of strange device,
+ Which, murmured on mute lips with tender tone,                _575
+ Could make that spirit mingle with her own.
+
+ 67.
+ Alas! Aurora, what wouldst thou have given
+ For such a charm when Tithon became gray?
+ Or how much, Venus, of thy silver heaven
+ Wouldst thou have yielded, ere Proserpina                     _580
+ Had half (oh! why not all?) the debt forgiven
+ Which dear Adonis had been doomed to pay,
+ To any witch who would have taught you it?
+ The Heliad doth not know its value yet.
+
+ 68.
+ 'Tis said in after times her spirit free                      _585
+ Knew what love was, and felt itself alone--
+ But holy Dian could not chaster be
+ Before she stooped to kiss Endymion,
+ Than now this lady--like a sexless bee
+ Tasting all blossoms, and confined to none,                   _590
+ Among those mortal forms, the wizard-maiden
+ Passed with an eye serene and heart unladen.
+
+ 69.
+ To those she saw most beautiful, she gave
+ Strange panacea in a crystal bowl:--
+ They drank in their deep sleep of that sweet wave,            _595
+ And lived thenceforward as if some control,
+ Mightier than life, were in them; and the grave
+ Of such, when death oppressed the weary soul,
+ Was as a green and overarching bower
+ Lit by the gems of many a starry flower.                      _600
+
+ 70.
+ For on the night when they were buried, she
+ Restored the embalmers' ruining, and shook
+ The light out of the funeral lamps, to be
+ A mimic day within that deathy nook;
+ And she unwound the woven imagery                             _605
+ Of second childhood's swaddling bands, and took
+ The coffin, its last cradle, from its niche,
+ And threw it with contempt into a ditch.
+
+ 71.
+ And there the body lay, age after age.
+ Mute, breathing, beating, warm, and undecaying,               _610
+ Like one asleep in a green hermitage,
+ With gentle smiles about its eyelids playing,
+ And living in its dreams beyond the rage
+ Of death or life; while they were still arraying
+ In liveries ever new, the rapid, blind                        _615
+ And fleeting generations of mankind.
+
+ 72.
+ And she would write strange dreams upon the brain
+ Of those who were less beautiful, and make
+ All harsh and crooked purposes more vain
+ Than in the desert is the serpent's wake                      _620
+ Which the sand covers--all his evil gain
+ The miser in such dreams would rise and shake
+ Into a beggar's lap;--the lying scribe
+ Would his own lies betray without a bribe.
+
+ 73.
+ The priests would write an explanation full,                  _625
+ Translating hieroglyphics into Greek,
+ How the God Apis really was a bull,
+ And nothing more; and bid the herald stick
+ The same against the temple doors, and pull
+ The old cant down; they licensed all to speak                 _630
+ Whate'er they thought of hawks, and cats, and geese,
+ By pastoral letters to each diocese.
+
+ 74.
+ The king would dress an ape up in his crown
+ And robes, and seat him on his glorious seat,
+ And on the right hand of the sunlike throne                   _635
+ Would place a gaudy mock-bird to repeat
+ The chatterings of the monkey.--Every one
+ Of the prone courtiers crawled to kiss the feet
+ Of their great Emperor, when the morning came,
+ And kissed--alas, how many kiss the same!                     _640
+
+ 75.
+ The soldiers dreamed that they were blacksmiths, and
+ Walked out of quarters in somnambulism;
+ Round the red anvils you might see them stand
+ Like Cyclopses in Vulcan's sooty abysm,
+ Beating their swords to ploughshares;--in a band              _645
+ The gaolers sent those of the liberal schism
+ Free through the streets of Memphis, much, I wis,
+ To the annoyance of king Amasis.
+
+ 76.
+ And timid lovers who had been so coy,
+ They hardly knew whether they loved or not,                   _650
+ Would rise out of their rest, and take sweet joy,
+ To the fulfilment of their inmost thought;
+ And when next day the maiden and the boy
+ Met one another, both, like sinners caught,
+ Blushed at the thing which each believed was done             _655
+ Only in fancy--till the tenth moon shone;
+
+ 77.
+ And then the Witch would let them take no ill:
+ Of many thousand schemes which lovers find,
+ The Witch found one,--and so they took their fill
+ Of happiness in marriage warm and kind.                       _660
+ Friends who, by practice of some envious skill,
+ Were torn apart--a wide wound, mind from mind!--
+ She did unite again with visions clear
+ Of deep affection and of truth sincere.
+
+ 80.
+ These were the pranks she played among the cities             _665
+ Of mortal men, and what she did to Sprites
+ And Gods, entangling them in her sweet ditties
+ To do her will, and show their subtle sleights,
+ I will declare another time; for it is
+ A tale more fit for the weird winter nights                   _670
+ Than for these garish summer days, when we
+ Scarcely believe much more than we can see.
+
+
+
+
+
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