THE DEMON OF THE WORLD. A FRAGMENT. Nec tantum prodere vati, Quantum scire licet. Venit ætas omnis in unam THE DEMON OF THE WORLD. A FRAGMENT. 1 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, When throned on ocean's wave It breathes over the world: Yet both so passing strange and wonderful! Hath then the iron-sceptred Skeleton, 5 10 To the hell dogs that couch beneath his throne 1 A revised fragment of Queen Mab, -of which Poem Shelley's edition 15 will be found in its place among the youthful poems. But loathsomeness and ruin ? 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 Will they, when morning's beam Flows through those wells of light, Seek far from noise and day some western cave, Ianthe doth not sleep The dreamless sleep of death: Or mark her delicate cheek 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 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, Twining like tendrils of the parasite Hark! whence that rushing sound? When west winds sigh and evening waves respond In whispers from the shore: 20 25 30 'Tis wilder than the unmeasured notes Which from the unseen lyres of dells and groves The genii of the breezes sweep. Floating on waves of music and of light Descends in silent power: Its shape reposed within: slight as some cloud When evening yields to night, Bright as that fibrous woof when stars indue Four shapeless shadows bright and beautiful The Dæmon leaning from the etherial car Gazed on the slumbering maid. Human eye hath ne'er beheld A shape so wild, so bright, so beautiful, As that which o'er the maiden's charmèd 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 Feelings that lure thee to betray, For thou hast earned a mighty boon, The truths which wisest poets see |