With Shelley in Italy : being a selection of the poems and letters of Percy Bysshe Shelley which have to do with his life in Italy from 1818 to 1822 . ote. ^ Pompeii. [ 195 ] WITH SHELLEY IN ITALY EPODE II a Then gentle winds aroseWith many a mingled closeOf wild ^Eoliau sound and mountain-odour keen;And where the Baian oceanWelters with airlike , above, around its bowers of starry green,Moving the sea-flowers in those purple cavesEven as the ever stormless atmosphereFloats oer the Elysian realm,It bore me, like an Angel, oer the wavesOf sunlight, whose swift pinnace of dewy airNo
With Shelley in Italy : being a selection of the poems and letters of Percy Bysshe Shelley which have to do with his life in Italy from 1818 to 1822 . ote. ^ Pompeii. [ 195 ] WITH SHELLEY IN ITALY EPODE II a Then gentle winds aroseWith many a mingled closeOf wild ^Eoliau sound and mountain-odour keen;And where the Baian oceanWelters with airlike , above, around its bowers of starry green,Moving the sea-flowers in those purple cavesEven as the ever stormless atmosphereFloats oer the Elysian realm,It bore me, like an Angel, oer the wavesOf sunlight, whose swift pinnace of dewy airNo storm can sailed, where ever flowsUnder the calm SereneA spirit of deep emotionFrom the unknown graves .Of the dead kings of Melody.^Shadowy Aornus darkened oer the helmThe horizontal ether; heaven stript bareIts depths over Elysium, where the prowMade the invisible water white as snow;From that Typhsean mount, Inarime ^ There streamed a sunlight vapour, like the standardOf some ethereal host;Whilst from all the and louder, gathering round, there wandered ^ Homer and The island of Ischia. [ 196 ] <1 *2 g^^;. THE YEARS 1820 AND 1821 Over the oracular woods and divine sea Prophesyings which grew articulate — They seize me — I must speak them — be they fate! STROPHE a 1 Naples ! thou heart of men which ever pantest Naked, beneath the lidless eye of heaven!Elysian City, which to calm enchantest The mutinous air and sea: they round thee, even As sleep round Love, are driven!Metropolis of a ruined Paradise Long lost, late won, and yet but half regained!Bright altar of the bloodless sacrifice. Which armed Victory offers up unstained To Love, the flower-enchained!Thou which wert once, and then didst cease to be,Now art, and henceforth ever shalt be, free, ^ If Hope, and Truth, and Justice can avail,Hail, hail, all hail! STROPHE /S 2 Thou youngest giant birth Which from the groaning earthLeapst, clothed in armour of impenetrable scale ! Last o
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