DEMOGORGON: This is the day, which down the void abysm At the Earth-born's spell yawns for Heaven's despotism, _555 And Conquest is dragged captive through the deep: Love, from its awful throne of patient power In the wise heart, from the last giddy hour Of dread endurance, from the slippery, steep, And narrow verge of crag-like agony, springs _560 And folds over the world its healing wings. Gentleness, Virtue, Wisdom, and Endurance, These are the seals of that most firm assurance Which bars the pit over Destruction's strength; And if, with infirm hand, Eternity, _565 Mother of many acts and hours, should free The serpent that would clasp her with his length; These are the spells by which to reassume An empire o'er the disentangled doom. To suffer woes which Hope thinks infinite; _570 To forgive wrongs darker than death or night; To defy Power, which seems omnipotent; To love, and bear; to hope till Hope creates From its own wreck the thing it contemplates; Neither to change, nor falter, nor repent; _575 This, like thy glory, Titan, is to be Good, great and joyous, beautiful and free; This is alone Life, Joy, Empire, and Victory! NOTES: _559 dread B, edition 1839; dead 1820. _575 falter B, edition 1839; flatter 1820. CANCELLED FRAGMENTS OF "PROMETHEUS UNBOUND". [First printed by Mr. C.D. Locock, "Examination of the Shelley Manuscripts at the Bodleian Library", 1903, pages 33-7.] (following 1._37.) When thou descendst each night with open eyes In torture, for a tyrant seldom sleeps, Thou never; ... ... (following 1._195.) Which thou henceforth art doomed to interweave ... (following the first two words of 1._342.) [Of Hell:] I placed it in his choice to be The crown, or trampled refuse of the world With but one law itself a glorious boon-- I gave-- ... (following 1._707.) SECOND SPIRIT: I leaped on the wings of the Earth-star damp As it rose on the steam of a slaughtered camp-- The sleeping newt heard not our tramp As swift as the wings of fire may pass-- We threaded the points of long thick grass Which hide the green pools of the morass But shook a water-serpent's couch In a cleft skull, of many such The widest; at the meteor's touch The snake did seem to see in dream Thrones and dungeons overthrown Visions how unlike his own... 'Twas the hope the prophecy Which begins and ends in thee ... (following 2.1._110.) Lift up thine eyes Panthea--they pierce they burn PANTHEA: Alas! I am consumed--I melt away The fire is in my heart-- ASIA: Thine eyes burn burn!-- Hide them within thine hair-- PANTHEA: O quench thy lips I sink I perish ASIA: Shelter me now--they burn It is his spirit in their orbs...my life Is ebbing fast--I cannot speak-- PANTHEA: Rest, rest! Sleep death annihilation pain! aught else ...