SEMICHORUS 1: 
Darkness has dawned in the East
On the noon of time: 
The death-birds descend to their feast 1025
From the hungry clime. 
Let Freedom and Peace flee far
To a sunnier strand,
And follow Love’s folding-star
To the Evening land! 1030

SEMICHORUS 2: 
The young moon has fed
Her exhausted horn
With the sunset’s fire: 
The weak day is dead,
But the night is not born; 1035
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. 1040
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 1045
Faints in her summer swoon,
Between kingless continents sinless as Eden,
Around mountains and islands inviolably
Pranked on the sapphire sea.

SEMICHORUS 1: 
Through the sunset of hope, 1050
Like the shapes of a dream. 
What Paradise islands of glory gleam! 
Beneath Heaven’s cope,
Their shadows more clear float by—­
The sound of their oceans, the light of their sky, 1055
The music and fragrance their solitudes breathe
Burst, like morning on dream, or like Heaven on death,
Through the walls of our prison;
And Greece, which was dead, is arisen!

NOTE: 
1057 dream edition 1822; dreams editions 1839.

CHORUS: 
The world’s great age begins anew, 1060
The golden years return,
The earth doth like a snake renew
Her winter weeds outworn: 
Heaven smiles, and faiths and empires gleam,
Like wrecks of a dissolving dream. 1065

A brighter Hellas rears its mountains
From waves serener far;
A new Peneus rolls his fountains
Against the morning star. 
Where fairer Tempes bloom, there sleep 1070
Young Cyclads on a sunnier deep.

A loftier Argo cleaves the main,
Fraught with a later prize;
Another Orpheus sings again,
And loves, and weeps, and dies. 1075
A new Ulysses leaves once more
Calypso for his native shore.

Oh, write no more the tale of Troy,
If earth Death’s scroll must be! 
Nor mix with Laian rage the joy 1080
Which dawns upon the free: 
Although a subtler Sphinx renew
Riddles of death Thebes never knew.

Another Athens shall arise,
And to remoter time 1085
Bequeath, like sunset to the skies,
The splendour of its prime;
And leave, if nought so bright may live,
All earth can take or Heaven can give.