Those are pearls that were his eyes: Into something rich and strange. Hark! now I hear them, Ding-dong, bell. 70. Song from 'Measure for Measure.' TAKE, O, take those lips away, That so sweetly were forsworn ; And those eyes, the break of day, Lights that do mislead the morn: But my kisses bring again, bring again; SIGH no more, ladies, sigh no more, Men were deceivers ever, One foot in sea and one on shore, To one thing constant never: 72. Then sigh not so, but let them go, Sing no more ditties, sing no moe, FEAR no more the heat o' the sun, Thou thy worldly task hast done, Home art gone and ta'en thy wages: Golden lads and girls all must, As chimney-sweepers, come to dust. Fear no more the frown o' the great; To thee the reed is as the oak: Fear no more the lightning-flash, Thou hast finish'd joy and moan: No exorciser harm thee! Nor no witchcraft charm thee! Cambridge Shakespeare Text. 73. PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEY. Song from 'Prometheus Unbound.' ON a poet's lips I slept Dreaming like a love-adept In the sound his breathing kept; Nor seeks nor finds he mortal blisses But feeds on the aërial kisses Of shapes that haunt thought's wildernesses. He will watch from dawn to gloom The lake-reflected sun illume The yellow bees in the ivy-bloom, Nor heed nor see, what things they be; But from these create he can Forms more real than living man, Nurslings of immortality! One of these awakened me, And I sped to succour thee. Are driven, like ghosts from an enchanter fleeing, Yellow, and black, and pale, and hectic red, Who chariotest to their dark wintry bed The winged seeds, where they lie cold and low, Her clarion o'er the dreaming earth, and fill (Driving sweet buds like flocks to feed in air) With living hues and odours plain and hill: Wild Spirit, which art moving every where; |