PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEY

In the deep east, dun and blind, And the blue noon is over us, And the multitudinous Billows murmur at our feet Where the earth and ocean meet, And all things seem only one In the universal sun.

607. Hellas

P*HE world's great age begins anew,

^ 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.

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 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; A new Ulysses leaves once more Calypso for his native shore.

O write no more the tale of Troy, If earth Death's scroll must be

Nor mix with Laian rage the joy Which dawns upon the free,

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