The Complete Poems of Percy Bysshe Shelley

  In sudden panic those false murderers fied,

  Like insect tribes before the northern gale:

  1785

  But swifter still, our hosts encompassèd

  Their shattered ranks, and in a craggy vale,

  Where even their fierce despair might nought avail,

  Hemmed them around!—and then revenge and fear

  Made the high virtue of the patriots fail:

  1790

  One pointed on his foe the mortal spear—

  I rushed before its point, and cried, ‘Forbear, forbear!’

  IX

  The spear transfixed my arm that was uplifted

  In swift expostulation, and the blood

  Gushed round its point: I smiled, and—‘Oh! thou gifted

  1795

  With eloquence which shall not be withstood,

  Flow thus!’—I cried in joy, ‘thou vital flood,

  Until my heart be dry, ere thus the cause

  For which thou wert aught worthy be subdued—

  Ah, ye are pale,—ye weep,—your passions pause,—

  1800

  ’Tis well! ye feel the truth of love’s benignant laws.

  X

  ‘Soldiers, our brethren and our friends are slain.

  Ye murdered them, I think, as they did sleep!

  Alas, what have ye done? the slightest pain

  Which ye might suffer, there were eyes to weep,

  But ye have quenched them—there were smiles to steep

  Your hearts in balm, but they are lost in woe;

  And those whom love did set his watch to keep

  Around your tents, truth’s freedom to bestow,

  Ye stabbed as they did sleep—but they forgive ye now.

  XI

  1810

  ‘Oh wherefore should ill ever flow from ill,

  And pain still keener pain for ever breed?

  We all are brethren—even the slaves who kill

  For hire, are men; and to avenge misdeed

  On the misdoer, doth but Misery feed

  1815

  With her own broken heart! O Earth, O Heaven!

  And thou, dread Nature, which to every deed

  And all that lives or is, to be hath given,

  Even as to thee have these done ill, and are forgiven!

  XII

  ‘Join then your hands and hearts, and let the past

  1820

  Be as a grave which gives not up its dead

  To evil thoughts.’—A film then overcast

  My sense with dimness, for the wound, which bled

  Freshly, swift shadows o’er mine eyes had shed.

  When I awoke, I lay mid friends and foes,

  1825

  And earnest countenances on me shed

  The light of questioning looks, whilst one did close

  My wound with balmiest herbs, and soothed me to repose;

  XIII

  And one whose spear had pierced me, leaned beside,

  With quivering lips and humid eyes;—and all

  1830

  Seemed like some brothers on a journey wide

  Gone forth, whom now strange meeting did befall

  In a strange land, round one whom they might call

  Their friend, their chief, their father, for assay

  Of peril, which had saved them from the thrall

  1835

  Of death, now suffering. Thus the vast array

  Of those fraternal bands were reconciled that day.

  XIV

  Lifting the thunder of their acclamation,

  Towards the City then the multitude,

  And I among them, went in joy—a nation

  1840

  Made free by love;—a mighty brotherhood

  Linked by a jealous interchange of good;

  A glorious pageant, more magnificent

  Than kingly slaves arrayed in gold and blood,

  When they return from carnage, and are sent

  1845

  In triumph bright beneath the populous battlement.

  XV

  Afar, the city-walls were thronged on high,

  And myriads on each giddy turret clung,

  And to each spire far lessening in the sky

  Bright pennons on the idle winds were hung;

  1850

  As we approached, a shout of joyance sprung

  At once from all the crowd, as if the vast

  And peopled Earth its boundless skies among

  The sudden clamour of delight had cast,

  When from before its face some general wreck had passed.

  XVI

  1855

  Our armies through the City’s hundred gates

  Were poured, like brooks which to the rocky lair

  Of some deep lake, whose silence them awaits,

  Throng from the mountains when the storms are there

  And, as we passed through the calm sunny air

  1860

  A thousand flower-inwoven crowns were shed,

  The token flowers of truth and freedom fair,

  And fairest hands bound them on many a head,

  Those angels of love’s heaven, that over all was spread.

  XVII

  I trod as one tranced in some rapturous vision:

  1865

  Those bloody bands so lately reconciled,

  Were, ever as they went, by the contrition

  Of anger turned to love, from ill beguiled,

  And every one on them more gently smiled,

  Because they had done evil:—the sweet awe

  Of such mild looks made their own hearts grow mild,

  And did with soft attraction ever draw

  Their spirits to the love of freedom’s equal law.

  XVIII

  And they, and all, in one loud symphony

  My name with Liberty commingling, lifted,

  1875

  ‘The friend and the preserver of the free!

  The parent of this joy!’ and fair eyes gifted

  With feelings, caught from one who had uplifted

  The light of a great spirit, round me shone;

  And all the shapes of this grand scenery shifted

  1880

  Like restless clouds before the steadfast sun,—

  Where was that Maid? I asked, but it was known of none.

  XIX

  Laone was the name her love had chosen,

  For she was nameless, and her birth none knew:

  Where was Laone now?—The words were frozen

  1885

  Within my lips with fear; but to subdue

  Such dreadful hope, to my great task was due,

  And when at length one brought reply, that she

  To-morrow would appear, I then withdrew

  To judge what need for that great throng might be,

  1890

  For now the stars came thick over the twilight sea.

  XX

  Yet need was none for rest or food to care,

  Even though that multitude was passing great,

  Since each one for the other did prepare

  All kindly succour—Therefore to the gate

  1895

  Of the Imperial House, now desolate,

  I passed, and there was found aghast, alone,

  The fallen Tyrant!—Silently he sate

  Upon the footstool of his golden throne,

  Which, starred with sunny gems, in its own lustre shone.

  XXI

  1900

  Alone, but for one child, who led before him

  A graceful dance: the only living thing

  Of all the crowd, which thither to adore him

  Flocked yesterday, who solace sought to bring

  In his abandonment!—She knew the King

  1905

  Had praised her dance of yore, and now she wove

  Its circles, aye weeping and murmuring

  Mid her sad task of unregarded love,

  That
to no smiles it might his speechless sadness move.

  XXII

  She fled to him, and wildly clasped his feet

  When human steps were heard:—he moved nor spoke,

  Nor changed his hue, nor raised his looks to meet

  The gaze of strangers—our loud entrance woke

  The echoes of the hall, which circling broke

  The calm of its recesses,—like a tomb

  1915

  Its sculptured walls vacantly to the stroke

  Of footfalls answered, and the twilight’s gloom

  Lay like a charnel’s mist within the radiant dome.

  XXIII

  The little child stood up when we came nigh;

  Her lips and cheeks seemed very pale and wan,

  1920

  But on her forehead, and within her eye

  Lay beauty, which makes hearts that feed thereon

  Sick with excess of sweetness; on the throne

  She leaned;—the King, with gathered brow, and lips

  Wreathed by long scorn, did inly sneer and frown

  1925

  With hue like that when some great painter dips

  His pencil in the gloom of earthquake and eclipse.

  XXIV

  She stood beside him like a rainbow braided

  Within some storm, when scarce its shadows vast

  From the blue paths of the swift sun have faded;

  1930

  A sweet and solemn smile, like Cythna’s cast

  One moment’s light, which made my heart beat fast,

  O’er that child’s parted lips—a gleam of bliss,

  A shade of vanished days,—as the tears passed

  Which wrapped it, even as with a father’s kiss

  1935

  I pressed those softest eyes in trembling tenderness.

  XXV

  The sceptred wretch then from that solitude

  I drew, and, of his change compassionate,

  With words of sadness soothed his rugged mood.

  But he, while pride and fear held deep debate,

  1940

  With sullen guile of ill-dissembled hate

  Glared on me as a toothless snake might glare:

  Pity, not scorn I felt, though desolate

  The desolator now, and unaware

  The curses which he mocked had caught him by the hair.

  XXVI

  1945

  I led him forth from that which now might seem

  A gorgeous grave: through portals sculptured deep

  With imagery beautiful as dream

  We went, and left the shades which tend on sleep

  Over its unregarded gold to keep

  1950

  Their silent watch.—The child trod faintingly,

  And as she went, the tears which she did weep

  Glanced in the starlight; wildered seemèd she,

  And when I spake, for sobs she could not answer me.

  XXVII

  At last the tyrant cried, ‘She hungers, slave,

  1955

  Stab her, or give her bread!’—It was a tone

  Such as sick fancies in a new-made grave

  Might hear. I trembled, for the truth was known;

  He with this child had thus been left alone,

  And neither had gone forth for food,—but he

  In mingled pride and awe cowered near his throne,

  And she a nursling of captivity

  Knew nought beyond those walls, nor what such change might be.

  XXVIII

  And he was troubled at a charm withdrawn

  Thus suddenly; that sceptres ruled no more—

  1965

  That even from gold the dreadful strength was gone,

  Which once made all things subject to its power—

  Such wonder seized him, as if hour by hour

  The past had come again; and the swift fall

  Of one so great and terrible of yore,

  1970

  To desolateness, in the hearts of all

  Like wonder stirred, who saw such awful change befall.

  XXIX

  A mighty crowd, such as the wide land pours

  Once in a thousand years, now gathered round

  The fallen tyrant;—like the rush of showers

  1975

  Of hail in spring, pattering along the ground,

  Their many footsteps fell, else came no sound

  From the wide multitude: that lonely man

  Then knew the burden of his change, and found,

  Concealing in the dust his visage wan,

  1980

  Refuge from the keen looks which through his bosom ran.

  XXX

  And he was faint withal: I sate beside him

  Upon the earth, and took that child so fair

  From his weak arms, that ill might none betide him

  Or her:—when food was brought to them, her share

  1985

  To his averted lips the child did bear,

  But, when she saw he had enough, she ate

  And wept the while;—the lonely man’s despair

  Hunger then overcame, and of his state

  Forgetful, on the dust as in a trance he sate.

  XXXI

  1990

  Slowly the silence of the multitudes

  Passed, as when far is heard in some lone dell

  The gathering of a wind among the woods—

  ‘And he is fallen!’ they cry, ‘he who did dwell

  Like famine or the plague, or aught more fell

  1995

  Among our homes, is fallen! the murderer

  Who slaked his thirsting soul as from a well

  Of blood and tears with ruin! he is here!

  Sunk in a gulf of scorn from which none may him rear!’

  XXXII

  Then was heard—‘He who judged let him be brought

  2000

  To judgement! blood for blood cries from the soil

  On which his crimes have deep pollution wrought!

  Shall Othman only unavenged despoil?

  Shall they who by the stress of grinding toil

  Wrest from the unwilling earth his luxuries,

  2005

  Perish for crime, while his foul blood may boil,

  Or creep within his veins at will?—Arise!

  And to high justice make her chosen sacrifice.’

  XXXIII

  ‘What do ye seek? what fear ye,’ then I cried,

  Suddenly starting forth, ‘that ye should shed

  2010

  The blood of Othman?—if your hearts are tried

  In the true love of freedom, cease to dread

  This one poor lonely man—beneath Heaven spread

  In purest light above us all, through earth

  Maternal earth, who doth her sweet smiles shed

  2015

  For all, let him go free; until the worth

  Of human nature win from these a second birth.

  XXXIV

  ‘What call ye justice? Is there one who ne’er

  In secret thought has wished another’s ill?—

  Are ye all pure? Let those stand forth who hear,

  2020

  And tremble not. Shall they insult and kill,

  If such they be? their mild eyes can they fill

  With the false anger of the hypocrite?

  Alas, such were not pure,—the chastened will

  Of virtue sees that justice is the light

  2025

  Of love, and not revenge, and terror and despite.’

  XXXV

  The murmur of the people, slowly dying,

  Paused as I spake, then those who near me were,

  Cast gentle looks where the lone man was lying

  Shrouding his head, which now that infant fair

  2030

  Clasped on her lap in silence;—through the air

  Sobs were then heard, and many kissed my feet

  In
pity’s madness, and to the despair

  Of him whom late they cursed, a solace sweet

  His very victims brought—soft looks and speeches meet.

  XXXVI

  2035

  Then to a home for his repose assigned,

  Accompanied by the still throng he went

  In silence, where, to soothe his rankling mind,

  Some likeness of his ancient state was lent;

  And if his heart could have been innocent

  2040

  As those who pardoned him, he might have ended

  His days in peace; but his straight lips were bent,

  Men said, into a smile which guile portended,

  A sight with which that child like hope with fear was blended.

  XXXVII

  ’Twas midnight now, the eve of that great day

  2045

  Whereon the many nations at whose call

  The chains of earth like mist melted away,

  Decreed to hold a sacred Festival,

  A rite to attest the equality of all

  Who live. So to their homes, to dream or wake

  2050

  All went. The sleepless silence did recall

  Laone to my thoughts, with hopes that make

  The flood recede from which their thirst they seek to slake.

  XXXVIII

  The dawn flowed forth, and from its purple fountains

  I drank those hopes which make the spirit quail,

  2055

  As to the plain between the misty mountains

  And the great City, with a countenance pale

  I went:—it was a sight which might avail

  To make men weep exulting tears, for whom

  Now first from human power the reverend veil

  2060

  Was torn, to see Earth from her general womb

  Pour forth her swarming sons to a fraternal doom:

  XXXIX

  To see, far glancing in the misty morning,