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