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    "The Triumph of Life (introduction)"genre: Poetry
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    Shelley's final poem, unfinished

    Lyrics
    Swift as a spirit hastening to his task
    Of glory & of good, the Sun sprang forth
    Rejoicing in his splendour, & the mask

    Of darkness fell from the awakened Earth.
    The smokeless altars of the mountain snows
    Flamed above crimson clouds, & at the birth

    Of light, the Ocean's orison arose
    To which the birds tempered their matin lay,
    All flowers in field or forest which unclose

    Their trembling eyelids to the kiss of day,
    Swinging their censers in the element,
    With orient incense lit by the new ray

    Burned slow & inconsumably, & sent
    Their odorous sighs up to the smiling air,
    And in succession due, did Continent,

    Isle, Ocean, & all things that in them wear
    The form & character of mortal mould
    Rise as the Sun their father rose, to bear

    Their portion of the toil which he of old
    Took as his own & then imposed on them;
    But I, whom thoughts which must remain untold

    Had kept as wakeful as the stars that gem
    The cone of night, now they were laid asleep,
    Stretched my faint limbs beneath the hoary stem

    Which an old chestnut flung athwart the steep
    Of a green Apennine: before me fled
    The night; behind me rose the day; the Deep

    Was at my feet, & Heaven above my head
    When a strange trance over my fancy grew
    Which was not slumber, for the shade it spread

    Was so transparent that the scene came through
    As clear as when a veil of light is drawn
    O'er evening hills they glimmer; and I knew

    That I had felt the freshness of that dawn,
    Bathed in the same cold dew my brow & hair
    And sate as thus upon that slope of lawn

    Under the self same bough, & heard as there
    The birds, the fountains & the Ocean hold
    Sweet talk in music through the enamoured air.
    And then a Vision on my brain was rolled.

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