NOTE: _26 illumed B; illumined 1820. PANTHEA: Look how the gusty sea of mist is breaking In crimson foam, even at our feet! it rises As Ocean at the enchantment of the moon _45 Round foodless men wrecked on some oozy isle. ASIA: The fragments of the cloud are scattered up; The wind that lifts them disentwines my hair; Its billows now sweep o'er mine eyes; my brain Grows dizzy; see'st thou shapes within the mist? _50 NOTE: see'st thou B; I see thin 1820; I see 1839. PANTHEA: A countenance with beckoning smiles: there burns An azure fire within its golden locks! Another and another: hark! they speak! SONG OF SPIRITS: To the deep, to the deep, Down, down! _55 Through the shade of sleep, Through the cloudy strife Of Death and of Life; Through the veil and the bar Of things which seem and are _60 Even to the steps of the remotest throne, Down, down! While the sound whirls around, Down, down! As the fawn draws the hound, _65 As the lightning the vapour, As a weak moth the taper; Death, despair; love, sorrow; Time both; to-day, to-morrow; As steel obeys the spirit of the stone, _70 Down, down! Through the gray, void abysm, Down, down! Where the air is no prism, And the moon and stars are not, _75 And the cavern-crags wear not The radiance of Heaven, Nor the gloom to Earth given, Where there is One pervading, One alone, Down, down! _80 In the depth of the deep, Down, down! Like veiled lightning asleep, Like the spark nursed in embers, The last look Love remembers, _85 Like a diamond, which shines On the dark wealth of mines, A spell is treasured but for thee alone. Down, down! We have bound thee, we guide thee; _90 Down, down! With the bright form beside thee; Resist not the weakness, Such strength is in meekness That the Eternal, the Immortal, _95 Must unloose through life's portal The snake-like Doom coiled underneath his throne By that alone. SCENE 2.4: THE CAVE OF DEMOGORGON. ASIA AND PANTHEA. PANTHEA: What veiled form sits on that ebon throne? ASIA: The veil has fallen. PANTHEA: I see a mighty darkness Filling the seat of power, and rays of gloom Dart round, as light from the meridian sun. --Ungazed upon and shapeless; neither limb, _5 Nor form, nor outline; yet we feel it is A living Spirit. DEMOGORGON: Ask what thou wouldst know. ASIA: What canst thou tell? DEMOGORGON: All things thou dar'st demand. ASIA: Who made the living world? DEMOGORGON: God. ASIA: Who made all That it contains? thought, passion, reason, will, _10 Imagination? DEMOGORGON: God: Almighty God.