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lirik lagu gideon wagner - a vision of the sea - shelley

’tis the terror of tempest. the rags of the sail
are fl!ckering in ribbons within the fierce gale:
from the stark night of vapours the dim rain is driven
and when lightning is loosed, like a deluge from heaven
she sees the black trunks of the waterspouts spin
and bend, as if heaven was ruining in
which they seemed to sustain with their terrible mass
as if ocean had sunk from beneath them: they pass
to their graves in the deep with an earthquake of sound
and the waves and the thunders, made silent around
leave the wind to its echo. the vessel, now tossed
through the low~trailing rack of the tempest, is lost
in the skirts of the thunder~cloud: now down the sweep
of the wind~cloven wave to the chasm of the deep
it sinks, and the walls of the watery vale
whose depths of dread calm are unmoved by the gale
dim mirrors of ruin, hang gleaming about;
while the surf, like a chaos of stars, like a rout
of death~flames, like whirlpools of fire~flowing iron
with splendour and terror the black ship environ
or like sulphur~flakes hurled from a mine of pale fire
in fountains spout o’er it. in many a spire
the pyramid~billows with white points of brine
in the cope of the lightning inconstantly shine
as piercing the sky from the floor of the sea
the great ship seems splitting! it cracks as a tree
while an earthquake is splintering its root, ere the blast
of the whirlwind that stripped it of branches has passed
the intense thunder~b~lls which are raining from heaven
have shattered its mast, and it stands black and riven
the ch~nks suck destruction. the heavy dead hulk
on the living sea rolls an inanimate bulk
like a corpse on the clay which is hungering to fold
its corruption around it. meanwhile, from the hold
one deck is burst up by the waters below
and it splits like the ice when the thaw~breezes blow
o’er the lakes of the desert! who sit on the other?
is that all the crew that lie burying each other
like the dead in a breach, round the foremast? are those
twin tigers, who burst, when the waters arose
in the agony of terror, their chains in the hold;
(what now makes them tame, is what then made them bold);
who crouch, side by side, and have driven, like a crank
the deep grip of their claws through the vibrating plank
are these all? nine weeks the tall vessel had lain
on the windless expanse of the watery plain
where the death~darting sun cast no shadow at noon
and there seemed to be fire in the beams of the moon
till a lead~coloured fog gathered up from the deep
whose breath was quick pestilence; then, the cold sleep
crept, like blight through the ears of a thick field of corn
o’er the populous vessel. and even and morn
with their hammocks for coffins the seamen aghast
like dead men the dead limbs of their comrades cast
down the deep, which closed on them above and around
and the sharks and the dogfish their grave~clothes unbound
and were glutted like jews with this manna rained down
from god on their wilderness. one after one
the mariners died; on the eve of this day
when the tempest was gathering in cloudy array
but seven remained. six the thunder has smitten
and they lie black as mummies on which time has written
his scorn of the embalmer; the seventh, from the deck
an oak~splinter pierced through his breast and his back
and hung out to the tempest, a wreck on the wreck
no more? at the helm sits a woman more fair
than heaven, when, unbinding its star~braided hair
it sinks with the sun on the earth and the sea
she clasps a bright child on her upgathered knee;
it laughs at the lightning, it mocks the mixed thunder
of the air and the sea, with desire and with wonder
it is beckoning the tigers to rise and come near
it would play with those eyes where the radiance of fear
is outshining the meteors; its bosom beats high
the heart~fire of pleasure has kindled its eye
while its mother’s is l~streless. ‘smile not, my child
but sleep deeply and sweetly, and so be beguiled
of the pang that awaits us, whatever that be
so dreadful since thou must divide it with me!
dream, sleep! this pale bosom, thy cradle and bed
will it rock thee not, infant? ’tis beating with dread!
alas! what is life, what is death, what are we
that when the ship sinks we no longer may be?
what! to see thee no more, and to feel thee no more?
to be after life what we have been before?
not to touch those sweet hands? not to look on those eyes
those lips, and that hair,—all the smiling disguise
thou yet wearest, sweet spirit, which i, day by day
have so long called my child, but which now fades away
like a rainbow, and i the fallen shower?’—lo! the ship
is settling, it topples, the leeward ports dip;
the tigers leap up when they feel the slow brine
crawling inch by inch on them; hair, ears, limbs, and eyne
stand rigid with horror; a loud, long, ho~rs~ cry
bursts at once from their vitals tremendously
and ’tis borne down the mountainous vale of the wave
rebounding, like thunder, from crag to cave
mixed with the clash of the lashing rain
hurried on by the might of the hurricane:
the hurricane came from the west, and passed on
by the path of the gate of the eastern sun
transversely dividing the stream of the storm;
as an arrowy serpent, pursuing the form
of an elephant, bursts through the brakes of the waste
black as a cormorant the screaming blast
between ocean and heaven, like an ocean, passed
till it came to the clouds on the verge of the world
which, based on the sea and to heaven upcurled
like columns and walls did surround and sustain
the dome of the tempest; it rent them in twain
as a flood rends its barriers of mountainous crag:
and the dense clouds in many a ruin and rag
like the stones of a temple ere earthquake has passed
like the dust of its fall. on the whirlwind are cast;
they are scattered like foam on the torrent; and where
the wind has burst out through the chasm, from the air
of clear morning the beams of the sunrise flow in
unimpeded, keen, golden, and crystalline
banded armies of light and of air; at one gate
they encounter, but interpenetrate
and that breach in the tempest is widening away
and the caverns of cloud are torn up by the day
and the fierce winds are sinking with weary wings
lulled by the motion and murmurings
and the long glassy heave of the rocking sea
and overhead glorious, but dreadful to see
the wrecks of the tempest, like vapours of gold
are consuming in sunrise. the heaped waves behold
the deep calm of blue heaven dilating above
and, like passions made still by the presence of love
beneath the clear surface reflecting it slide
tremulous with soft influence; extending its tide
from the andes to atlas, round mountain and isle
round sea~birds and wrecks, paved with heaven’s azure smile
the wide world of waters is vibrating. where
is the ship? on the verge of the wave where it lay
one tiger is mingled in ghastly affray
with a sea~snake. the foam and the smoke of the battle
stain the clear air with sunbows; the jar, and the rattle
of solid bones crushed by the infinite stress
of the snake’s adamantine voluminousness;
and the hum of the hot blood that spouts and rains
where the gripe of the tiger has wounded the veins
swollen with rage, strength, and effort; the whirl and the splash
as of some hideous engine whose brazen t~~th smash
the thin winds and soft waves into thunder; the screams
and hissings crawl fast o’er the smooth ocean~streams
each sound like a centipede. near this commotion
a blue shark is hanging within the blue ocean
the fin~winged tomb of the victor. the other
is winning his way from the fate of his brother
to his own with the speed of despair. lo! a boat
advances; twelve rowers with the impulse of thought
urge on the keen keel,—the brine foams. at the stern
three marksmen stand levelling. hot bullets burn
in the breast of the tiger, which yet bears him on
to his refuge and ruin. one fragment alone,~~
’tis dwindling and sinking, ’tis now almost gone,~~
of the wreck of the vessel peers out of the sea
with her left hand she grasps it impetuously
with her right she sustains her fair infant. death, fear
love, beauty, are mixed in the atmosphere
which trembles and burns with the fervour of dread
around her wild eyes, her bright hand, and her head
like a meteor of light o’er the waters! her child
is yet smiling, and playing, and murmuring; so smiled
the false deep ere the storm. like a sister and brother
the child and the ocean still smile on each other
whilst—

- lirik lagu gideon wagner

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