Andtheyputoutthestar-lightWiththebreathfromtheirpalefaces。
Abouttwelvebythemoon-dialOne，morefilmythantherestAkindwhich，upontrial，Theyhavefoundtobethebest
Comesdown-stilldown-anddownWithitscentreonthecrownOfamountain’seminence，WhileitswidecircumferenceIneasydraperyfallsOverhamlets，overhalls，Wherevertheymaybe-
O’erthestrangewoods-o’erthesea-
Overspiritsonthewing-
Overeverydrowsything-
AndburiesthemupquiteInalabyrinthoflight-
Andthen，howdeep！-O，deep！
Isthepassionoftheirsleep。
Inthemorningtheyarise，AndtheirmoonycoveringIssoaringintheskies，Withthetempestsastheytoss，Likealmostanything-
OrayellowAlbatross。
TheyusethatmoonnomoreForthesameendasbefore-
Videlicetatent-
WhichIthinkextravagant：
Itsatomies，however，Intoashowerdissever，Ofwhichthosebutterflies，OfEarth，whoseektheskies，AndsocomedownagainNever-contentedthings！
HavebroughtaspecimenUpontheirquiveringwings。
INspringofyouthitwasmylotTohauntofthewideearthaspotThewhichIcouldnotlovetheless
SolovelywasthelonelinessOfawildlake，withblackrockbound，Andthetallpinesthattower’daround。
ButwhentheNighthadthrownherpallUponthatspot，asuponall，AndthemysticwindwentbyMurmuringinmelody
ThenahthenIwouldawakeTotheterrorofthelonelake。
Yetthatterrorwasnotfright，Butatremulousdelight
AfeelingnotthejewelledmineCouldteachorbribemetodefine
NorLovealthoughtheLovewerethine。
Deathwasinthatpoisonouswave，AndinitsgulfafittinggraveForhimwhothencecouldsolacebringTohisloneimagining
WhosesolitarysoulcouldmakeAnEdenofthatdimlake。
1
’TWASnoontideofsummer，Andmidtimeofnight，Andstars，intheirorbits，Shonepale，throughthelightOfthebrighter，coldmoon。
’Midplanetsherslaves，HerselfintheHeavens，Herbeamonthewaves。
IgazedawhileOnhercoldsmile；
Toocold-toocoldforme
Therepassed，asashroud，Afleecycloud，AndIturnedawaytothee，ProudEveningStar，InthygloryafarAnddearerthybeamshallbe；
ForjoytomyheartIstheproudpartThoubearestinHeavenatnight。，AndmoreIadmireThydistantfire，Thanthatcolder，lowlylight。
THEhappiestday-thehappiesthourMysearedandblightedhearthathknown，Thehighesthopeofprideandpower，Ifeelhathflown。
Ofpower！saidI？Yes！suchIweenButtheyhavevanishedlong，alas！
ThevisionsofmyyouthhavebeenButletthempass。
Andpride，whathaveInowwiththee？
Anotherbrowmayev’ninheritThevenomthouhastpouredonmeBestillmyspirit！
Thehappiestday-thehappiesthourMineeyesshallsee-haveeverseenThebrightestglanceofprideandpowerIfeethavebeen：
ButwerethathopeofprideandpowerNowofferedwiththepainEv’n_thenI_felt-thatbrightesthourIwouldnotliveagain：
ForonitswingwasdarkalloyAndasitfluttered-fellAnessence-powerfultodestroyAsoulthatknewitwell。
Adarkunfathom’dtideOfinterminablepride-
Amystery，andadream，Shouldmyearlylifeseem；
IsaythatdreamwasfraughtWithawild，andwakingthoughtOfbeingsthathavebeen，Whichmyspirithathnotseen，HadIletthempassmeby，Withadreamingeye！
LetnoneofearthinheritThatvisiononmyspirit；
ThosethoughtsIwouldcontrolAsaspelluponhissoul：
ForthatbrighthopeatlastAndthatlighttimehavepast，AndmyworldlyresthathgoneWithasighasitpass’donIcarenottho’itperishWithathoughtIthendidcherish。
WREATHEDinmyrtle，myswordI’llconcealLikethosechampionsdevotedandbrave，Whentheyplungedinthetyranttheirsteel，AndtoAthensdeliverancegave。
Belovedheroes！yourdeathlesssoulsroamInthejoybreathingislesoftheblest；
WherethemightyofoldhavetheirhomeWhereAchillesandDiomedrestIII
InfreshmyrtlemybladeI’llentwine，LikeHarmodius，thegallantandgood，WhenhemadeatthetutelarshrineAlibationofTyranny’sblood。V
YedeliverersofAthensfromshame！
YeavengersofLiberty’swrongs！
Endlessagesshallcherishyourfame，Embalmedintheirechoingsongs！
Oh！thatmyyounglifewerealastingdream！
Myspiritnotawak’ning，tillthebeamOfanEternityshouldbringthemorrow：
Yes！tho’thatlongdreamwereofhopelesssorrow，’TwerebetterthanthedullrealityOfwakinglifetohimwhoseheartshallbe，Andhathbeenever，onthechillyearth，Achaosofdeeppassionfromhisbirth！
Butshoulditbe-thatdreameternallyContinuing-asdreamshavebeentomeInmyyoungboyhood-shoulditthusbegiven，’TwerefollystilltohopeforhigherHeaven！
ForIhaverevell’d，whenthesunwasbrightInthesummersky；indreamyfieldsoflight，AndleftunheedinglymyveryheartInclimesofmineimagining-apartFrommineownhome，withbeingsthathavebeenOfmineownthought-whatmorecouldIhaveseen？
’Twasonce&_only_once&thewildhourFrommyrememberanceshallnotpass-somepowerOrspellhadboundme-’twasthechillywindCameo’ermeinthenight&leftbehindItsimageonmyspirit，orthemoonShoneonmyslumbersinherloftynoonToocoldly-orthestars-howe’eritwasThatdreamwasasthatnightwind-letitpass。
Ihavebeenhappy-tho’butinadreamIhavebeenhappy-&Ilovethetheme-
Dreams！intheirvividcolouringoflife-
Asinthatfleeting，shadowy，mistystrifeOfsemblancewithrealitywhichbringsTothedeliriouseyemorelovelythingsOfParadise&Love-&allourown！
ThanyoungHopeinhissunniesthourhathknown。
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_Howoftenweforgetalltime，whenloneAdmiringNature’suniversalthrone；
Herwoodsherwildshermountains-theintenseReplyofHerstoOurintelligence！_
INyouthIhaveknownonewithwhomtheEarthInsecretcommuningheld-ashewithit，Indaylight，andinbeauty，fromhisbirth：
Whosefervid，flickeringtorchoflifewaslitFromthesunandstars，whencehehaddrawnforthApassionatelightsuchforhisspiritwasfitAndyetthatspiritknew-notinthehourOfitsownfervor-whathado’eritpower。
II
PerhapsitmaybethatmymindiswroughtToafever*bythemoonbeamthathangso’er，ButIwillhalfbelievethatwildlightfraughtWithmoreofsovereigntythanancientloreHathevertold-orisitofathoughtTheunembodiedessence，andnomoreThatwithaquickeningspelldotho’eruspassAsdewofthenight-time，o’erthesummergrass？
Dotho’eruspass，when，asth’expandingeyeTothelovedobject-sotheteartothelidWillstart，whichlatelysleptinapathy？
Andyetitneednotbe-thatobjecthidFromusinlife-butcommon-whichdothlieEachhourbeforeusbutthenonlybidWithastrangesound，asofaharp-stringbrokenT’awakeus’TisasymbolandatokenIV
OfwhatinotherworldsshallbeandgivenInbeautybyourGod，tothosealoneWhootherwisewouldfallfromlifeandHeavenDrawnbytheirheart’spassion，andthattone，ThathightoneofthespiritwhichhathstrivenThoughnotwithFaith-withgodlinesswhosethroneWithdesperateenergy’thathbeatendown；
Wearingitsowndeepfeelingasacrown。
Howshalltheburialriteberead？
Thesolemnsongbesung？
Therequiemfortheloveliestdead，Thateverdiedsoyoung？
Herfriendsaregazingonher，Andonhergaudybier，Andweep！-oh！todishonorDeadbeautywithatear！
Theylovedherforherwealth-
Andtheyhatedherforherpride-
Butshegrewinfeeblehealth，Andthey_love_her-thatshedied。
TheytellmewhiletheyspeakOfher“costlybroider’dpall“
Thatmyvoiceisgrowingweak-
ThatIshouldnotsingatall-
OrthatmytoneshouldbeTun’dtosuchsolemnsongSomournfully-somournfully，Thatthedeadmayfeelnowrong。
Butsheisgoneabove，WithyoungHopeatherside，AndIamdrunkwithloveOfthedead，whoismybride-
Ofthedead-deadwholiesAllperfum’dthere，Withthedeathuponhereyes，Andthelifeuponherhair。
ThusonthecoffinloudandlongIstrike-themurmursentThroughthegreychamberstomysong，Shallbetheaccompaniment。
Thoudied’stinthylife’sJune-
Butthoudid’stnotdietoofair：
Thoudid’stnotdietoosoon，Norwithtoocalmanair。
Frommorethanfiendsonearth，Thylifeandloveareriven，TojointheuntaintedmirthOfmorethanthronesinheaven-
Therefore，totheethisnightIwillnorequiemraise，Butwafttheeonthyflight，WithaP鎍nofolddays。
Onthe“PoemswritteninYouth“littlecommentisneeded。Thissectionincludesthepiecesprintedforfirstvolumeof1827whichwassubsequentlysuppressed，suchpoemsfromthefirstandsecondpublishedvolumesof1829and1831ashavenotalreadybeengivenintheirrevisedversions，andafewotherscollectedfromvarioussources。“AlAaraaf“
firstappeared，withthesonnet“ToSilence“prefixedtoit，in1829，andis，substantially，asoriginallyissued。Intheeditionfor1831，however，thispoem，itsauthor’slongest，wasintroducedbythefollowingtwenty-ninelines，whichhavebeenomittedin-allsubsequentcollections：
ALAARAAF
Mysteriousstar！
ThouwertmydreamAllalongsummernight
Benowmytheme！
Bythisclearstream，OftheewillIwrite；
MeantimefromafarBathemeinlightI
Thyworldhasnotthedrossofours，Yetallthebeauty-alltheflowersThatlistourloveordeckourbowersIndreamygardens，wheredolieDreamymaidensalltheday；
WhilethesilverwindsofCircassyOnvioletcouchesfaintaway。
Little-ohIlittledwellsinthee11
Likeuntowhatonearthwesee：
Beauty’seyeisherethebluestInthefalsestanduntruestOnthesweetestairdothfloatThemostsadandsolemnnote
Ifwiththeebebrokenhearts，Joysopeacefullydeparts，Thatitsechostilldothdwell，Likethemurmurintheshell。
Thou！thytruesttypeofgriefIsthegentlyfallingleafThou！
ThyframingissoholySorrowisnotmelancholy。
31。Theearliestversionof“Tamerlane“wasincludedinthesuppressedvolumeof1827，butdiffersveryconsiderablyfromthepoemasnowpublished。Thepresentdraft，besidesinnumerableverbalalterationsandimprovementsupontheoriginal，ismorecarefullypunctuated，and，thelinesbeingindented，presentsamorepleasingappearance，totheeyeatleast。
32。“ToHelen“firstappearedinthe1831volume，asdidalso“TheValleyofUnrest“as“TheValleyNis“，“Israfel。”andoneortwoothersoftheyouthfulpieces。Thepoemstyled“Romance。”constitutedthePrefaceofthe1829volume，butwiththeadditionofthefollowinglines：
Succeedingyears，toowildforsong，Thenrolledliketropicstormsalong，Where，throughthegarishlightsthatflyDyingalongthetroubledsky，Laybare，throughvistasthunder-riven，TheblacknessofthegeneralHeaven，ThatveryblacknessyetdothRingLightonthelightning’ssilverwing。
Forbeinganidleboylangsyne；
WhoreadAnacreonanddrankwine，IearlyfoundAnacreonrhymesWerealmostpassionatesometimes