The Complete Works of Percy Bysshe Shelley — Complete eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 1,285 pages of information about The Complete Works of Percy Bysshe Shelley — Complete.

The Complete Works of Percy Bysshe Shelley — Complete eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 1,285 pages of information about The Complete Works of Percy Bysshe Shelley — Complete.

The broad and yellow moon
Shone dimly through her form—­ 80
That form of faultless symmetry;
The pearly and pellucid car
Moved not the moonlight’s line: 
’Twas not an earthly pageant: 
Those who had looked upon the sight,
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Passing all human glory,
Saw not the yellow moon,
Saw not the mortal scene,
Heard not the night-wind’s rush,
Heard not an earthly sound, 90
Saw but the fairy pageant,
Heard but the heavenly strains
That filled the lonely dwelling.

The Fairy’s frame was slight, yon fibrous cloud,
That catches but the palest tinge of even, 95
And which the straining eye can hardly seize
When melting into eastern twilight’s shadow,
Were scarce so thin, so slight; but the fair star
That gems the glittering coronet of morn,
Sheds not a light so mild, so powerful,
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As that which, bursting from the Fairy’s form,
Spread a purpureal halo round the scene,
Yet with an undulating motion,
Swayed to her outline gracefully.

From her celestial car 105
The Fairy Queen descended,
And thrice she waved her wand
Circled with wreaths of amaranth: 
Her thin and misty form
Moved with the moving air,
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And the clear silver tones,
As thus she spoke, were such
As are unheard by all but gifted ear.

FAIRY: 
’Stars! your balmiest influence shed! 
Elements! your wrath suspend! 115
Sleep, Ocean, in the rocky bounds
That circle thy domain! 
Let not a breath be seen to stir
Around yon grass-grown ruin’s height,
Let even the restless gossamer
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Sleep on the moveless air! 
Soul of Ianthe! thou,
Judged alone worthy of the envied boon,
That waits the good and the sincere; that waits
Those who have struggled, and with resolute will 125
Vanquished earth’s pride and meanness, burst the chains,
The icy chains of custom, and have shone
The day-stars of their age;—­Soul of Ianthe! 
Awake! arise!’

Sudden arose 130
Ianthe’s Soul; it stood
All beautiful in naked purity,
The perfect semblance of its bodily frame. 
Instinct with inexpressible beauty and grace,
Each stain of earthliness
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Had passed away, it reassumed
Its native dignity, and stood
Immortal amid ruin.

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