2 From the seas and the streams;
3 I bear light shade for the leaves when laid
4 In their noonday dreams.
5 From my wings are shaken the dews that waken
6 The sweet buds every one,
7 When rocked to rest on their mother's breast,
8 As she dances about the sun.
9 I wield the flail of the lashing hail,
10 And whiten the green plains under,
11 And then again I dissolve it in rain,
12 And laugh as I pass in thunder.
13 I sift the snow on the mountains below,
14 And their great pines groan aghast;
15 And all the night 'tis my pillow white,
16 While I sleep in the arms of the blast.
17 Sublime on the towers of my skiey bowers,
18 Lightning my pilot sits;
19 In a cavern under is fettered the thunder,
20 It struggles and howls at fits;
21 Over earth and ocean, with gentle motion,
22 This pilot is guiding me,
23 Lured by the love of the genii that move
24 In the depths of the purple sea;
25 Over the rills, and the crags, and the hills,
26 Over the lakes and the plains,
27 Wherever he dream, under mountain or stream,
28 The Spirit he loves remains;
29 And I all the while bask in Heaven's blue smile,
30 Whilst he is dissolving in rains.
31 The sanguine Sunrise, with his meteor eyes,
32 And his burning plumes outspread,
33 Leaps on the back of my sailing rack,
34 When the morning star shines dead;
35 As on the jag of a mountain crag,
36 Which an earthquake rocks and swings,
37 An eagle alit one moment may sit
38 In the light of its golden wings.
39 And when Sunset may breathe, from the lit sea beneath,
40 Its ardours of rest and of love,
41 And the crimson pall of eve may fall
42 From the depth of Heaven above,
43 With wings folded I rest, on mine aëry nest,
44 As still as a brooding dove.
45 That or