Under the bowers Where the Ocean Powers Sit on their pearlèd thrones; Through the coral woods Of the weltering floods; Over heaps of unvalued stones; Through the dim beams Which amid the streams Where the shadowy waves And the swordfish dark, Under the ocean foam, And up through the rifts Of the mountain clifts,- And now from their fountains In Enna's mountains, Down one vale where the morning basks, Grown single-hearted, They ply their watery tasks. At sunrise they leap From their cradles steep In the cave of the shelving hill; Songs of Songs of At noontide they flow Like the spirits that lie When they love but live no more. PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEY. The Culprit Fay (Extracts) III Fairy Dawn "Tis the hour of fairy ban and spell: The wood-tick has kept the minutes well; He has counted them all with click and stroke, Deep in the heart of the mountain oak, And he has awakened the sentry elve Who sleeps with him in the haunted tree, To bid him ring the hour of twelve, Twelve small strokes on his tinkling bell ('Twas made of the white snail's pearly shell)— Songs of "Midnight comes, and all is well! Hither, hither, wing your way! "Tis the dawn of the fairy-day." IV The Assembling of the Fays They come from beds of lichen green, From the silver tops of moon-touched trees, And rocked about in the evening breeze: And, pillowed on plumes of his rainbow Had slumbered there till the charmèd hour; Some had lain in the scoop of the rock, With glittering ising-stars inlaid; And some had opened the four-o'clock, And stole within its purple shade. And now they throng the moonlight glade, Their little minim forms arrayed, In the tricksy pomp of fairy pride. P Fancy Songs of VI The Throne of the Lily-King grass, The throne was reared upon the And his peers were ranged around the throne, He looked around and calmly spoke; His brow was grave and his eye severe, VII The Fay's Crime Fairy! Fairy! list and mark: Thou hast broke thine elfin chain; Thy flame-wood lamp is quenched and dark, In the glance of a mortal maiden's eye, And thou shouldst pay the forfeit high,' But well I know her sinless mind Is pure as the angel forms above, Gentle and meek, and chaste and kind, Such as a spirit well might love; Songs of Fairy! had she spot or taint, Bitter had been thy punishment. VIII The Fay's Sentence "Thou shalt seek the beach of sand Where the water bounds the elfin land; Thou shalt watch the oozy brine Till the sturgeon leaps in the bright moonshine,` And catch a drop from his silver bow. IX "If the spray-bead gem be won, The stain of thy wing is washed away: But another errand must be done |