THE EARTH: 
Ha! ha! the caverns of my hollow mountains,
My cloven fire-crags, sound-exulting fountains
Laugh with a vast and inextinguishable laughter. 
The oceans, and the deserts, and the abysses, 335
And the deep air’s unmeasured wildernesses,
Answer from all their clouds and billows, echoing after.

They cry aloud as I do.  Sceptred curse,
Who all our green and azure universe
Threatenedst to muffle round with black destruction, sending 340
A solid cloud to rain hot thunderstones,
And splinter and knead down my children’s bones,
All I bring forth, to one void mass battering and blending,—­

Until each crag-like tower, and storied column,
Palace, and obelisk, and temple solemn, 345
My imperial mountains crowned with cloud, and snow, and fire,
My sea-like forests, every blade and blossom
Which finds a grave or cradle in my bosom,
Were stamped by thy strong hate into a lifeless mire: 

How art thou sunk, withdrawn, covered, drunk up 350
By thirsty nothing, as the brackish cup
Drained by a desert-troop, a little drop for all;
And from beneath, around, within, above,
Filling thy void annihilation, love
Bursts in like light on caves cloven by the thunder-ball. 355

NOTES:  335-336 the abysses, And 1820, 1839; the abysses Of B. 355 the omitted 1820.

THE MOON: 
The snow upon my lifeless mountains
Is loosened into living fountains,
My solid oceans flow, and sing and shine: 
A spirit from my heart bursts forth,
It clothes with unexpected birth 360
My cold bare bosom:  Oh! it must be thine
On mine, on mine!

Gazing on thee I feel, I know
Green stalks burst forth, and bright flowers grow,
And living shapes upon my bosom move:  365
Music is in the sea and air,
Winged clouds soar here and there,
Dark with the rain new buds are dreaming of: 
’Tis love, all love!

THE EARTH: 
It interpenetrates my granite mass, 370
Through tangled roots and trodden clay doth pass
Into the utmost leaves and delicatest flowers;
Upon the winds, among the clouds ’tis spread,
It wakes a life in the forgotten dead,
They breathe a spirit up from their obscurest bowers. 375

And like a storm bursting its cloudy prison
With thunder, and with whirlwind, has arisen
Out of the lampless caves of unimagined being: 
With earthquake shock and swiftness making shiver
Thought’s stagnant chaos, unremoved for ever, 380
Till hate, and fear, and pain, light-vanquished shadows, fleeing,

Leave Man, who was a many-sided mirror,
Which could distort to many a shape of error,
This true fair world of things, a sea reflecting love;
Which over all his kind, as the sun’s heaven 385
Gliding o’er ocean, smooth, serene, and even,
Darting from starry depths radiance and life, doth move: