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Of erring judging men
Can break the heart where it abides.
Alas! if Love, whose smile makes this obscure
Can change with its false times and tides,
Alas for Love!
And Truth, who wanderest lone and unbefriended,
If thou canst veil thy lie-consuming mirror
Alas for thee! Image of the Above.
Repulse, with plumes from conquest torn, Led the ten thousand from the limits of the
Through many an hostile Anarchy!
At length they wept aloud, and cried, "The Sea! the Sea!"
Through exile, persecution, and despair, Rome was, and young Atlantis shall become
The wonder, or the terror, or the tomb Of all whose step wakes Power lulled in her
But Greece was as a hermit child,
Whose fairest thoughts and limbs were built
To woman's growth, by dreams so mild,
And now, O Victory, blush! and Empire
A wreck, yet shall its fragments reassemble,
To Amphionic music on some Cape sublime, Which frowns above the idle foam of Time.
Let the tyrants rule the desert they have made; Let the free possess the paradise they claim; Be the fortune of our fierce oppressors weighed With our ruin, our resistance, and our name!
Our dead shall be the seed of their decay,
Victory! Victory! The bought Briton sends
Now shall the blazon of the cross be veiled,
Let not a Greek es
Kill! crush! despoil! cape!
Darkness has dawned in the East
On the noon of time:
The death-birds descend to their feast,
From the hungry clime.
Let Freedom and Peace flee far
To a sunnier strand,
And follow Love's folding-star
To the Evening land!
The young moon has fed
The weak day is dead,
But the night is not born; And, like loveliness panting with wild desire While it trembles with fear and delight, Hesperus flies from awakening night, And pants in its beauty and speed with light Fast flashing, soft, and bright.
Thou beacon of love! thou lamp of the free! Guide us far, far away,
To climes where now veiled by the ardour of day
Thou art hidden
From waves on which weary noon
Faints in her summer swoon,
Between Kingless continents sinless as
Around mountains and islands inviolably
Through the sunset of hope,
Like the shapes of a dream,
What Paradise islands of glory gleam!
Beneath Heaven's cope,
Their shadows more clear float by-
The music and fragrance their solitudes
Burst, like morning on dream, or like Heaven
Through the walls of our prison;
And Greece, which was dead, is arisen!
The world's great age begins anew,