from Laon and Cythna; or The Revolution of the Golden City

By Percy Bysshe Shelley 1792–1822 Percy Bysshe Shelley


                       To Mary — —

                                          1.

  So now my summer task is ended, Mary,
       And I return to thee, mine own heart's home;
   As to his Queen some victor Knight of Faëry,
       Earning bright spoils for her inchanted dome;
       Nor thou disdain, that ere my fame become
   A star among the stars of mortal night,
       If it indeed may cleave its natal gloom,
   Its doubtful promise thus I would unite
With thy beloved name, thou Child of love and light.

                                         2.

   The toil which stole from thee so many an hour
       Is ended,—and the fruit is at thy feet!
   No longer where the woods to frame a bower
       With interlaced branches mix and meet,
       Or where with sound like many voices sweet,
   Water-falls leap among wild islands green,
       Which framed for my lone boat a lone retreat
   Of moss-grown trees and weeds, shall I be seen:
But beside thee, where still my heart has ever been.

                                         3.

   Thoughts of great deeds were mine, dear Friend, when first
       The clouds which wrap this world from youth did pass.
   I do remember well the hour which burst
       My spirit's sleep: a fresh May-dawn it was,
       When I walked forth upon the glittering grass,
   And wept, I knew not why; until there rose
       From the near school-room, voices, that, alas!
   Were but one echo from a world of woes—
The harsh and grating strife of tyrants and of foes.

                                         4.

   And then I clasped my hands and looked around—
       —But none was near to mock my streaming eyes,
   Which poured their warm drops on the sunny ground—
       So without shame, I spake:—"I will be wise,
       And just, and free, and mild, if in me lies
   Such power, for I grow weary to behold
       The selfish and the strong still tyrannise
   Without reproach or check." I then controuled
My tears, my heart grew calm, and I was meek and bold.

                                         5.

   And from that hour did I with earnest thought
       Heap knowledge from forbidden mines of lore,
   Yet nothing that my tyrants knew or taught
       I cared to learn, but from that secret store
       Wrought linked armour for my soul, before
   It might walk forth to war among mankind;
       Thus power and hope were strengthened more and more
   Within me, till there came upon my mind
A sense of loneliness, a thirst with which I pined.

                                         6.

   Alas, that love should be a blight and snare
       To those who seek all sympathies in one!—
   Such once I sought in vain; then black despair,
       The shadow of a starless night, was thrown
       Over the world in which I moved alone:—
   Yet never found I one not false to me,
       Hard hearts, and cold, like weights of icy stone
   Which crushed and withered mine, that could not be
Aught but a lifeless clog, until revived by thee.

                                         7.

   Thou Friend, whose presence on my wintry heart
       Fell, like bright Spring upon some herbless plain;
   How beautiful and calm and free thou wert
       In thy young wisdom, when the mortal chain
       Of Custom thou didst burst and rend in twain,
   And walked as free as light the clouds among,
       Which many an envious slave then breathed in vain
   From his dim dungeon, and my spirit sprung
To meet thee from the woes which had begirt it long.

                                         8.

   No more alone through the world's wilderness,
       Although I trod the paths of high intent,
   I journeyed now: no more companionless,
       Where solitude is like despair, I went.—
       There is the wisdom of a stern content
   When Poverty can blight the just and good,
       When Infamy dares mock the innocent,
   And cherished friends turn with the multitude
To trample: this was ours, and we unshaken stood!

                                         9.

   Now has descended a serener hour,
       And with inconstant fortune, friends return;
   Though suffering leaves the knowledge and the power
       Which says:—Let scorn be not repaid with scorn.
       And from thy side two gentle babes are born
   To fill our home with smiles, and thus are we
      Most fortunate beneath life's beaming morn;
   And these delights, and thou, have been to me
The parents of the Song I consecrate to thee.

                                         10.

   Is it, that now my inexperienced fingers
       But strike the prelude of a loftier strain?
   Or, must the lyre on which my spirit lingers
       Soon pause in silence, ne'er to sound again,
       Though it might shake the Anarch Custom's reign,
   And charm the minds of men to Truth's own sway
       Holier than was Amphion's? I would fain
   Reply in hope—but I am worn away,
And Death and Love are yet contending for their prey.

                                         11.

   And what art thou? I know, but dare not speak:
       Time may interpret to his silent years.
   Yet in the paleness of thy thoughtful cheek,
       And in the light thine ample forehead wears,
       And in thy sweetest smiles, and in thy tears,
  And in thy gentle speech, a prophecy
       Is whispered, to subdue my fondest fears:
   And through thine eyes, even in thy soul I see
A lamp of vestal fire burning internally.

                                         12.

   They say that thou wert lovely from thy birth,
       Of glorious parents, thou aspiring Child.
   I wonder not—for One then left this earth
       Whose life was like a setting planet mild
       Which clothed thee in the radiance undefiled
   Of its departing glory; still her fame
       Shines on thee, through the tempests dark and wild
   Which shake these latter days; and thou canst claim
The shelter, from thy Sire, of an immortal name.

                                         13.

   One voice came forth from many a mighty spirit,
       Which was the echo of three thousand years;
   And the tumultuous world stood mute to hear it,
       As some lone man who in a desart hears
       The music of his home:—unwonted fears
   Fell on the pale oppressors of our race,
       And Faith, and Custom, and low-thoughted cares,
   Like thunder-stricken dragons, for a space
Left the torn human heart, their food and dwelling-place.

                                         14.

   Truth's deathless voice pauses among mankind!
       If there must be no response to my cry—
   If men must rise and stamp with fury blind
       On his pure name who loves them,—thou and I,
       Sweet Friend! can look from our tranquillity
   Like lamps into the world's tempestuous night,—
       Two tranquil stars, while clouds are passing by
   Which wrap them from the foundering seaman's sight,
That burn from year to year with unextinguished light.

Source: Shelley's Poetry and Prose, edited by Donald H. Reiman and Neil J. Fraistat (W. W. Norton and Company, Inc., 2002)

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Poet Percy Bysshe Shelley 1792–1822

POET’S REGION England

SCHOOL / PERIOD Romantic

Subjects Love, Romantic Love, Nature, Seas, Rivers, & Streams, Stars, Planets, Heavens, Mythology & Folklore, Fairy-tales & Legends, Greek & Roman Mythology

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The life and works of Percy Bysshe Shelley exemplify Romanticism in both its extremes of joyous ecstasy and brooding despair. The major themes are there in Shelley’s dramatic if short life and in his works, enigmatic, inspiring, and lasting: the restlessness and brooding, the rebellion against authority, the interchange with nature, the power of the visionary imagination and of poetry, the pursuit of ideal love, and the untamed . . .

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