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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=478194" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Hymn to Intellectual Beauty</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=478194" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">The awful shadow of some unseen Power<br>Floats through unseen among us, -- visiting<br>This various world with as inconstant wing<br>As summer winds that creep from flower to flower, --<br>Like moonbeams that behind some piny mountain shower,<br>It visits with inconstant glance<br>Each human heart and countenance;<br>Like hues and harmonies of evening, --<br>Like clouds in starlight widely spread, --<br>Like memory of music fled, --<br>Like aught that for its grace may be<br>Dear, and yet dearer for its mystery.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=478194" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Spirit of Beauty, that dost consecrate<br>With thine own hues all thou dost shine upon<br>Of human thought or form, -- where art thou gone?<br>Why dost thou pass away and leave our state,<br>This dim vast vale of tears, vacant and desolate?<br>Ask why the sunlight not for ever<br>Weaves rainbows o'er yon mountain-river,<br>Why aught should fail and fade that once is shown,<br>Why fear and dream and death and birth<br>Cast on the daylight of this earth<br>Such gloom, -- why man has such a scope<br>For love and hate, despondency and hope?</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=478194" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">No voice from some sublimer world hath ever<br>To sage or poet these responses given --<br>Therefore the names of Demon, Ghost, and Heaven,<br>Remain the records of their vain endeavour,<br>Frail spells -- whose uttered charm might not avail to sever,<br>From all we hear and all we see,<br>Doubt, chance, and mutability.<br>Thy light alone -- like mist oe'er the mountains driven,<br>Or music by the night-wind sent<br>Through strings of some still instrument,<br>Or moonlight on a midnight stream,<br>Gives grace and truth to life's unquiet dream.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=478194" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Love, Hope, and Self-esteem, like clouds depart<br>And come, for some uncertain moments lent.<br>Man were immortal, and omnipotent,<br>Didst thou, unknown and awful as thou art,<br>Keep with thy glorious train firm state within his heart.<br>Thou messgenger of sympathies,<br>That wax and wane in lovers' eyes --<br>Thou -- that to human thought art nourishment,<br>Like darkness to a dying flame!<br>Depart not as thy shadow came,<br>Depart not -- lest the grave should be,<br>Like life and fear, a dark reality.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=478194" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">While yet a boy I sought for ghosts, and sped<br>Through many a listening chamber, cave and ruin,<br>And starlight wood, with fearful steps pursuing<br>Hopes of high talk with the departed dead.<br>I called on poisonous names with which our youth is fed;<br>I was not heard -- I saw them not --<br>When musing deeply on the lot<br>Of life, at that sweet time when winds are wooing<br>All vital things that wake to bring<br>News of birds and blossoming, --<br>Sudden, thy shadow fell on me;<br>I shrieked, and clasped my hands in ecstasy!</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=478194" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">I vowed that I would dedicate my powers<br>To thee and thine -- have I not kept the vow?<br>With beating heart and streaming eyes, even now<br>I call the phantoms of a thousand hours<br>Each from his voiceless grave: they have in visioned bowers<br>Of studious zeal or love's delight<br>Outwatched with me the envious night --<br>They know that never joy illumed my brow<br>Unlinked with hope that thou wouldst free<br>This world from its dark slavery,<br>That thou - O awful Loveliness,<br>Wouldst give whate'er these words cannot express.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=478194" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">The day becomes more solemn and serene<br>When noon is past -- there is a harmony<br>In autumn, and a lustre in its sky,<br>Which through the summer is not heard or seen,<br>As if it could not be, as if it had not been!<br>Thus let thy power, which like the truth<br>Of nature on my passive youth<br>Descended, to my onward life supply<br>Its calm -- to one who worships thee,<br>And every form containing thee,<br>Whom, Spirit fair, thy spells did bind<br>To fear himself, and love all human kind.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><a href="http://poems.citatepedia.com/">poem</a> by <strong><a rel="author" href="http://authors.citatepedia.com/by.php?a=Percy+Bysshe+Shelley">Percy Bysshe Shelley</a></strong></div>