PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEY
Billows murmur at our feet Where the earth and ocean meet, And all things seem only one In the universal sun.
614 Hellas
E world's great age begins anew. The golden years return, The earth doth like a snake renew
Her winter weeds outworn Heaven smiles, and faiths and empires gleam Like wrecks of a dissolving dream.
A brighter Hellas rears its mountains
From waves sercner far, A new Peneus rolls his fountains
Against the morning star, Where fairer Tempes bloom, there sleep Young Cyclads on a sunnier deep.
A loftier Aigo cleaves the main,
Fraught with a later piize; Another Orpheus sings again,
And loves, and weeps, and dies; A new Ulysses leaves once more Calypso for his native shore.
O write no more the talc of Troy, If earth Death's scroll must be
Nor mix with Laian rage the joy Which dawns upon the free,
Although a subtler Sphinx renew
Riddles of death Thebes never knew.
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