The complete works of Percy Bysshe Shelley ... . ked, still lovelier grew Those marble forms ; — the sculptor sure Was a strong spirit, and the hueOf his own mind did there endure After the touch, whose power had braided Such grace, was in some sad change faded. XXI. She looked, the flames were dim, the floodGrew tranquil as a woodland river Winding through hills in solitude ; Those marble shapes then seemed to quiver, 380 J Mariannes Dream And their fair limbs to float in motion,Like weeds unfolding in the ocean. XXII. And their lips moved ; one seemed to speak,When suddenly the mountains cra
The complete works of Percy Bysshe Shelley ... . ked, still lovelier grew Those marble forms ; — the sculptor sure Was a strong spirit, and the hueOf his own mind did there endure After the touch, whose power had braided Such grace, was in some sad change faded. XXI. She looked, the flames were dim, the floodGrew tranquil as a woodland river Winding through hills in solitude ; Those marble shapes then seemed to quiver, 380 J Mariannes Dream And their fair limbs to float in motion,Like weeds unfolding in the ocean. XXII. And their lips moved ; one seemed to speak,When suddenly the mountains crackt, And through the chasm the flood did breakWith an earth-uplifting cataract: The statues gave a joyous scream. And on its wings the pale thin dream Lifted the Lady from the stream. XXIII. The dizzy flight of that phantom paleWaked the fair Lady from her sleep. And she arose, while from the veil Of her dark eyes the dream did creep, And she walked about as one who knew That sleep has sights as clear and true As any waking eyes can view. 381. To Constantia, Singing
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