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THE DAEMON TEMPTS JUSTINA, WHO IS A CHRISTIAN.

Percy Bysshe Shelley

DAEMON:

Abyss of Hell! I call on thee,

Thou wild misrule of thine own anarchy!

From thy prison-house set free

The spirits of voluptuous death,

That with their mighty breath _5

They may destroy a world of virgin thoughts;

Let her chaste mind with fancies thick as motes

Be peopled from thy shadowy deep,

Till her guiltless fantasy

Full to overflowing be! _10

And with sweetest harmony,

Let birds, and flowers, and leaves, and all things move

To love, only to love.

Let nothing meet her eyes

But signs of Love’s soft victories; _15

Let nothing meet her ear

But sounds of Love’s sweet sorrow,

So that from faith no succour she may borrow,

But, guided by my spirit blind

And in a magic snare entwined, _20

She may now seek Cyprian.

Begin, while I in silence bind

My voice, when thy sweet song thou hast began.

 

NOTE:

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A VOICE [WITHIN]:

What is the glory far above

All else in human life?

 

ALL:

Love! love! _25

 

[WHILE THESE WORDS ARE SUNG,