The awful shadow of some unseen Power Floats though unseen among us; visiting This various world with as inconstant wing As summer winds that creep from flower to flower; Like moonbeams that behind some piny mountain shower, It visits with inconstant glance Each human heart and countenance; Like hues and harmonies of evening, Like clouds in starlight widely spread, Like memory of music fled, Like aught that for its grace may be Dear, and yet dearer for its mystery. Why dost thou pass away and leave our state, This dim vast vale of tears, vacant and desolate? No voice from some sublimer world hath ever To sage or poet these responses given: Therefore the names of Demon, Ghost, and Heaven, Remain the records of their vain endeavour:
Hymn To Intellectual Beauty - Poem by Percy Bysshe Shelley Autoplay next video The awful shadow of some unseen Power Floats through unseen among us, -- visiting This various world with as inconstant wing As summer winds that creep from flower to flower, -- Like moonbeams that behind some piny mountain shower, It visits with inconstant glance Each human heart and countenance; Like hues and harmonies of evening, -- Like clouds in starlight widely spread, -- Like memory of music fled, -- Like aught that for its grace may be Dear, and yet dearer for its mystery.
Spirit of Beauty, that dost consecrate With thine own hues all thou dost shine upon Of human thought or form, -- where art thou gone? Why dost thou pass away and leave our state, This dim vast vale of tears, vacant and desolate?
No voice from some sublimer world hath ever To sage or poet these responses given -- Therefore the names of Demon, Ghost, and Heaven, Remain the records of their vain endeavour, Frail spells -- whose uttered charm might not avail to sever, From all we hear and all we see, Doubt, chance, and mutability.
Love, Hope, and Self-esteem, like clouds depart And come, for some uncertain moments lent. Man were immortal, and omnipotent, Didst thou, unknown and awful as thou art, Keep with thy glorious train firm state within his heart. Depart not as thy shadow came, Depart not -- lest the grave should be, Like life and fear, a dark reality.
While yet a boy I sought for ghosts, and sped Through many a listening chamber, cave and ruin, And starlight wood, with fearful steps pursuing Hopes of high talk with the departed dead.
I called on poisonous names with which our youth is fed; I was not heard -- I saw them not -- When musing deeply on the lot Of life, at that sweet time when winds are wooing All vital things that wake to bring News of birds and blossoming, -- Sudden, thy shadow fell on me; I shrieked, and clasped my hands in ecstasy!
I vowed that I would dedicate my powers To thee and thine -- have I not kept the vow? With beating heart and streaming eyes, even now I call the phantoms of a thousand hours Each from his voiceless grave: The day becomes more solemn and serene When noon is past -- there is a harmony In autumn, and a lustre in its sky, Which through the summer is not heard or seen, As if it could not be, as if it had not been!
Thus let thy power, which like the truth Of nature on my passive youth Descended, to my onward life supply Its calm -- to one who worships thee, And every form containing thee, Whom, Spirit fair, thy spells did bind To fear himself, and love all human kind.The "Hymn to Intellectual Beauty" was conceived and written during a boating excursion with Byron on Lake Geneva, Switzerland, in June The beauty of the lake and of the Swiss Alps is responsible for Shelley's elevating what he calls "Intellectual Beauty" to the ruling principle of the universe.
Hymn To Intellectual Beauty sets out Shelley's emotional framework in which beauty, spirit, truth and love co-exist as one in nature, worthy of reverance and even worship. By Percy Bysshe Shelley About this Poet The life and works of Percy Bysshe Shelley exemplify Romanticism in both its extremes of joyous ecstasy and brooding despair.
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Poem Analysis – Hymn to Intellectual Beauty. Introduction. The poem “Hymn to Intellectual Beauty” was written in the year by a knowledgeable writer Percy Bysshe Shelley.