PANTHEA: 
I rise as from a bath of sparkling water,
A bath of azure light, among dark rocks,
Out of the stream of sound.

IONE: 
Ah me! sweet sister, 505
The stream of sound has ebbed away from us,
And you pretend to rise out of its wave,
Because your words fall like the clear, soft dew
Shaken from a bathing wood-nymph’s limbs and hair.

PANTHEA: 
Peace! peace! a mighty Power, which is as darkness, 510
Is rising out of Earth, and from the sky
Is showered like night, and from within the air
Bursts, like eclipse which had been gathered up
Into the pores of sunlight:  the bright visions,
Wherein the singing spirits rode and shone, 515
Gleam like pale meteors through a watery night.

IONE: 
There is a sense of words upon mine ear.

PANTHEA: 
An universal sound like words:  Oh, list!

DEMOGORGON: 
Thou, Earth, calm empire of a happy soul,
Sphere of divinest shapes and harmonies, 520
Beautiful orb! gathering as thou dost roll
The love which paves thy path along the skies: 

THE EARTH: 
I hear:  I am as a drop of dew that dies.

DEMOGORGON: 
Thou, Moon, which gazest on the nightly Earth
With wonder, as it gazes upon thee; 525
Whilst each to men, and beasts, and the swift birth
Of birds, is beauty, love, calm, harmony: 

THE MOON: 
I hear:  I am a leaf shaken by thee!

DEMOGORGON: 
Ye Kings of suns and stars, Daemons and Gods,
Ethereal Dominations, who possess 530
Elysian, windless, fortunate abodes
Beyond Heaven’s constellated wilderness: 

A VOICE FROM ABOVE: 
Our great Republic hears:  we are blest, and bless.

DEMOGORGON: 
Ye happy Dead, whom beams of brightest verse
Are clouds to hide, not colours to portray, 535
Whether your nature is that universe
Which once ye saw and suffered—­

A VOICE:  FROM BENEATH: 
Or as they
Whom we have left, we change and pass away.

DEMOGORGON: 
Ye elemental Genii, who have homes
From man’s high mind even to the central stone 540
Of sullen lead; from heaven’s star-fretted domes
To the dull weed some sea-worm battens on: 

A CONFUSED VOICE: 
We hear:  thy words waken Oblivion.

DEMOGORGON: 
Spirits, whose homes are flesh; ye beasts and birds,
Ye worms and fish; ye living leaves and buds; 545
Lightning and wind; and ye untameable herds,
Meteors and mists, which throng air’s solitudes:—­

NOTE: 
547 throng 1820, 1839; cancelled for feed B.