And love and joy, ineffable, abound. IV. Stop, wandering thought! methinks I feel their strains Diffuse delicious languor through my veins: Adieu, ye flow’ry vales, and fragrant scenes, Delightful bowers, and ever vernal greens! Adieu, ye streams! that o’er enchanted ground In lucid maze th’ Aonian hill surround; Ye fairy scenes! where fancy loves to dwell, And young delight, for ever, oh! farewell! The soul with tender luxury you fill, And o’er the sense Lethean dews distil— Awake, O Memory! from th’ inglorious dream, With brazen lungs resume the kindling theme; Collect thy powers, arouse thy vital fire, Ye spirits of the storm my verse inspire! Hoarse as the whirlwinds that enrage the main, In torrent pour along the swelling strain. Now, through the parting wave impetuous bore, The scudding vessel stemmed th’ Athenian shore; The pilots, as the waves behind her swell, Still with the wheeling stern their force repel; For this assault should either quarter feel, Again to flank the tempest she might reel: The steersmen every bidden turn apply, To right and left, the spokes alternate fly— Thus, when some conquered host retreats in fear, The bravest leaders guard the broken rear; Indignant they retire, and long oppose Superior armies that around them close; Still shield the flanks, the routed squadrons join, And guide the flight in one continued line: Thus they direct the flying bark before Th’ impelling floods, that lash her to the shore: High o’er the poop th’ audacious seas aspire, Uprolled in hills of fluctuating fire; With lab’ring throes she rolls on either side, And dips her gunnels in the yawning tide; Her joints unhinged in palsied languors play, As ice-flakes part beneath the noon-tide ray: The gale howls doleful through the blocks and shrouds, And big rain pours a deluge from the clouds; From wintery magazines that sweep the sky, Descending globes of hail impetuous fly: High on the masts, with pale and livid rays, Amid the gloom portentous meteors blaze; Th’ ethereal dome in mournful pomp array’d Now buried lies beneath impervious shade, Now, flashing round intolerable light, Redoubles all the horror of the night— Such terror Sinai’s trembling hill o’erspread, When Heaven’s loud trumpet sounded o’er its head: It seemed, the wrathful angel of the wind, Had all the horrors of the skies combin’d, And here, to one ill-fated ship opposed, At once the dreadful magazine disclosed: And lo! tremendous o’er the deep he springs, Th’ inflaming sulphur flashing from his wings; Hark! his strong voice the dismal silence breaks, Mad Chaos from the chains of death awakes: Loud, and more loud, the rolling peals enlarge, And blue on deck the fiery tides discharge; There all aghast the shivering wretches stood,