Poems, Chiefly Lyrical/Chorus

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CHORUS,

IN AN UNPUBLISHED DRAMA, WRITTEN VERY EARLY.

The varied earth, the moving heaven,The rapid waste of roving sea,The fountainpregnant mountains rivenTo shapes of wildest anarchy,By secret fire and midnight stormsThat wander round their windy cones,The subtle life, the countless formsOf living things, the wondrous tonesOf man and beast are full of strangeAstonishment and boundless change.
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The day, the diamonded night,The echo, feeble child of sound,The heavy thunder's griding might,The herald lightning's starry bound,The vocal spring of bursting bloom,The naked summer's glowing birth,The troublous autumn's sallow gloom,The hoarhead winter paving earthWith sheeny white, are full of strangeAstonishment and boundless change.
Each sun which from the centre flingsGrand music and redundant fire,The burning belts, the mighty rings,The murmurous planets' rolling choir,The globefilled arch that, cleaving air,Lost in its own effulgence sleeps,The lawless comets as they glare,And thunder through the sapphire deepsIn wayward strength, are full of strangeAstonishment and boundless change.
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