I fear thy mien, thy tones, thy motion ;

Thou needest not fear mine:
Innocent is the heart's devotion

With which I worship thine.

ODE TO LIBERTY.

Yet freedom, yet, thy banner torn but flying,
Streams like a thunder-storm against the wind.

BYRON.

I.

A GLORIOUS people vibrated again

The lightning of the nations: Liberty, From heart to heart, from tower to tower, o'er

Spain,
Scattering contagious fire into the sky,
Gleamed. My soul spurned the chains of its dis.

may,
And, in the rapid plumes of song,

Clothed itself sublime and strong;
As a young eagle soars the morning clouds among,
Hovering inverse o'er its accustomed prey ;

Till from its station in the heaven of fame The Spirit's whirlwind rapt it, and the ray

Of the remotest sphere of living flame Which paves the void, was from behind it flung,

As foam from a ship's swiftness; when there

came

A voice out of the deep; I will record the same.

II.

1

The Sun and the serenest Moon sprang forth;

The burning stars of the abyss were hurled Into the depths of heaven. The dædal earth,

That island in the ocean of the world, Hung in its cloud of all-sustaining air ;

But this divinest universe

Was yet a chaos and a curse,
For thou wert not; but power from worst pro-

ducing worse,
The spirit of the beasts was kindled there,

And of the birds, and of the watery forms,
And there was war among them and despair

Within them, raging without truce or terms.
The bosom of their violated nurse
Groaned, for beasts warred on beasts, and

worms on worms,
And men on men; each heart was as a hell of

storms.

Man, the imperial shape, then multiplied

His generations under the pavilion
Of the Sun's throne : palace and pyramid,
Temple and prison, to many a swarming mil-

lion
Were as to mountain wolves their ragged caves.

This human living multitude

Was savage, cunning, blind, and rude, For thou wert not; but o'er the populous solitude,

Like one fierce cloud over a waste of waves,

Hung tyranny ; beneath, sat deified The sister pest, congregator of slaves ;

Into the shadow of her pinions wide, Anarchs and priests who feed on gold and blood

Till with the stain their inmost souls are dyed, Drove the astonished herds of men from every

side.

IV.

The nodding promontories, and blue isles,

And cloud-like mountains, and dividuous waves Of Greece, basked glorious in the open smiles

Of favouring heaven; from their enchanted caves Prophetic echoes flung dim melody

On the unapprehensive wild.

The vine, the corn, the olive mild, Grew, savage yet, to human use unreconciled; And like unfolded flowers beneath the sea, Like the man's thought dark in the infant's

brain, Like aught that is which wraps what is to be, Art's deathless dreams lay veiled by many a

vein
Of Parian stone; and, yet a speechless child,

Verse murmured, and Philosophy did strain
Her lidless eyes for thee; when o'er the

Ægean main

Athens arose ; a city such as vision

Builds from the purple crags and silver towers Of battlemented cloud, as in derision

Of kingliest masonry :/ the ocean floors Pave it, the evening sky pavilions it;/

Its portals are inhabited

By thunder-zoned winds, each head? Within its cloudy wings with sun-fire garlanded, A divine work Athens diviner yet Gleamed with its crest of columns, on the

will Of man, as on a mount of diamond, set;

For thou wert, and thine all-creative skill Peopled, with forms that mock the eternal dead

In marble immortality, that hill
Which was thine earliest throne and latest

oracle.

VI.

Within the surface of Time's fleeting river

Its wrinkled image lies, as then it lay Immovably unquiet, and for ever

It trembles, but it cannot pass away!
The voices of thy bards and sages thunder

With an earth-awakening blast
Through the caverns of the past;/

, Religion veils her eyes ;, Oppression shrinks

aghast. eyes,

A winged sound of joy, and love, and wonder,

Which soars where Expectation never flew Rending the veil of space and time asunder! One ocean feeds the clouds, and streams,

and dew; One sun illumines heaven; one spirit vast

With life and love makes chaos ever new,
As Athens doth the world with thy delight

renew.

VII.

Then Rome was, and from thy deep bosom fair

est, Like a wolf-cub from a Cadmeán Mēnad, * She drew the milk of greatness, though thy dearest

From that Elysian food was yet unweaned; And many a deed of terrible uprightness

By thy sweet love was sanctified;

And in thy smile, and by thy side, Saintly Camillus lived, and firm Atilius died. But when tears stained thy robe of vestal

whiteness, And gold profaned thy Capitolian throne, Thou didst desert, with spirit-winged lightness,

The senate of the tyrants : they sunk prone Slaves of one tyrant. / Palatinus sighed Faint echoes of Ionian

song;

that tone Thou didst delay to hear, lamenting to disown.

VIII,
From what Hyrcānian glen or frozen hill,

Or piny promontory of the Arctic main,
Or utmost islet inaccessible,

Didst thou lament the ruin of thy reign, Teaching the woods and waves, and desert rocks,