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Cleave themselves into chasms, while far below
Thy voice, and suddenly grow grey with fear,
If I were a dead leaf thou mightest bear ;
The impulse of thy strength, only less free
The comrade of thy wanderings over heaven,
Scarce seemed a vision; I would ne'er have striven
As thus with thee in prayer in my sore need.
I fall upon the thorns of life! I bleed!
A heavy weight of hours has chained and bowed One too like thee: tameless, and swift, and proud.
Make me thy lyre, even as the forest is :
Will take from both a deep, autumnal tone, Sweet though in sadness. Be thou, spirit fierce, My spirit! Be thou me, impetuous one!
Drive my dead thoughts over the universe
Scatter, as from an unextinguished hearth Ashes and sparks, my words among mankind! Be through my lips to unawakened earth
The trumpet of a prophecy! O, wind,
[WRITTEN, OCTOBER, 1819, BEFORE THE SPANIARDS HAD RECOVERED THeir liberty.]
ARISE, arise, arise !
There is blood on the earth that denies ye bread;
Be your wounds like eyes
To weep for the dead, the dead, the dead.
Your sons, your wives, your brethren, were they ;
Awaken, awaken, awaken!
The slave and the tyrant are twin-born foes;
Be the cold chains shaken
To the dust where your kindred repose, repose
Wave, wave high the banner!
When Freedom is riding to conquest by :
Be Famine and Toil, giving sigh for sigh.
And ye who attend her imperial car,
Glory, glory, glory,
To those who have greatly suffered and done!
Was greater than that which ye shall have won.
Whose revenge, pride, and power they have overthrown: Ride ye, more victorious, over your own.
Bind, bind every brow
With crownals of violet, ivy, and pine:
Hide the blood-stains now
With hues which sweet nature has made divine:
Green strength, azure hope, and eternity :
But let not the pansy among them be;
Ye were injured, and that means memory.