I could fall down and worship that and thee. With azure waves which burst in silver light, As thought by thought is piled, till some great truth PANTHEA. Look how the gusty sea of mist is breaking In crimson foam, even at our feet! it rises 45 ASIA. The fragments of the cloud are scattered up; PANTHEA. A countenance with beckoning smiles: there burns Another and another: hark! they speak! SONG OF SPIRITS. To the deep, to the deep, Down, down! Through the shade of sleep, Through the veil and the bar Of things which seem and are Even to the steps of the remotest throne, While the sound whirls around, Down, down! As the fawn draws the hound, As the lightning the vapour, As a weak moth the taper; As steel obeys the spirit of the stone, 50 55 60 65 70 Where there is one pervading, one alone, In the depth of the deep Down, down! 75 80 Like veiled lightning asleep, Like the spark nursed in embers, The last look Love remembers, 85 Like a diamond, which shines A spell is treasured but for thee alone. SCENE IV. The Cave of DEMOGORGON. ASIA and PANTHEA. PANTHEA. What veiled form sits on that ebon throne? ASIA. The veil has fallen. PANTHEA. I see a mighty darkness Filling the seat of power, and rays of gloom 5 Who made all IO That it contains? thought, passion, reason, will, Imagination? Who made that sense which, when the winds of spring In rarest visitation, or the voice Of one beloved heard in youth alone, Fills the faint eyes with falling tears which dim And leaves this peopled earth a solitude When it returns no more? DEMOGORGON. Merciful God. ASIA. And who made terror, madness, crime, remorse, DEMOGORGON. He reigns. ASIA. Utter his name: a world pining in pain 15 20 25 Asks but his name: curses shall drag him down. 30 |