Yet if we could scorn
Hate, and pride, and fear;
If we were things born
Not to shed a tear,
I know not how thy joy we ever should come near. 95

Better than all measures
Of delightful sound,
Better than all treasures
That in books are found,
Thy skill to poet were, thou scorner of the ground! 100

Teach me half the gladness
That thy brain must know,
Such harmonious madness
From my lips would flow
The world should listen then—­as I am listening now. 105

NOTE: 
55 those Harvard manuscript:  these 1820, 1839.

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ODE TO LIBERTY.

[Composed early in 1820, and published, with “Prometheus Unbound”, in the same year.  A transcript in Shelley’s hand of lines 1-21 is included in the Harvard manuscript book, and amongst the Boscombe manuscripts there is a fragment of a rough draft (Garnett).  For further particulars concerning the text see Editor’s Notes.]

Yet, Freedom, yet, thy banner, torn but flying,
Streams like a thunder-storm against the wind.—­BYRON.

1. 
A glorious people vibrated again
The lightning of the nations:  Liberty
From heart to heart, from tower to tower, o’er Spain,
Scattering contagious fire into the sky,
Gleamed.  My soul spurned the chains of its dismay, 5
And in the rapid plumes of song
Clothed itself, sublime and strong;
As a young eagle soars the morning clouds among,
Hovering inverse o’er its accustomed prey;
Till from its station in the Heaven of fame 10
The Spirit’s whirlwind rapped it, and the ray
Of the remotest sphere of living flame
Which paves the void was from behind it flung,
As foam from a ship’s swiftness, when there came
A voice out of the deep:  I will record the same. 15

2. 
The Sun and the serenest Moon sprang forth: 
The burning stars of the abyss were hurled
Into the depths of Heaven.  The daedal earth,
That island in the ocean of the world,
Hung in its cloud of all-sustaining air:  20
But this divinest universe
Was yet a chaos and a curse,
For thou wert not:  but, power from worst producing worse,
The spirit of the beasts was kindled there,
And of the birds, and of the watery forms, 25
And there was war among them, and despair
Within them, raging without truce or terms: 
The bosom of their violated nurse
Groaned, for beasts warred on beasts, and worms on worms,
And men on men; each heart was as a hell of storms. 30