Wednesday, February 15, 2012

Hellas, poema de Shelley

by: Percy Bysshe Shelly (1792-1822)
      HE world's great age begins anew,
      The golden years return,
      The earth doth like a snake renew
      Her wintry weeds outworn:
      Heaven smiles, and faiths and empires gleam
      Like wrecks of a dissolving dream.
      A brighter Hellas rears its mountains
      From waves serener far;
      A new Peneus rolls his fountains
      Against the morning star;
      Where fairer Tempes bloom, there sleep
      Young Cyclads on a sunnier deep.
      A loftier Argo claims the main,
      Fraught with a later prize;
      Another Orpheus sings again,
      And loves, and weeps, and dies;
      A new Ulysses leaves once more
      Calypso for his native shore.
      O write no more the tale of Troy,
      If earth Death's scroll must be--
      Nor mix with Laian rage the joy
      Which dawns upon the free,
      Although a subtler Sphinx renew
      Riddles of death Thebes never knew.
      Another Athens shall arise,
      And to remoter time
      Bequeath, like sunset to the skies,
      The splendour of its prime;
      And leave, if naught so bright may live,
      All earth can take or Heaven give.
      Saturn and Love their long repose
      Shall burst, more bright and good
      Than all who fell, than One who rose,
      Than many unsubdued:
      Not gold, not blood, their altar dowers,
      But votive tears and symbol flowers.
      O cease! must hate and death return?
      Cease! must men kill and die?
      Cease! drain not its dregs the urn
      Of bitter prophecy!
      The world is weary of the past--
      O might it die or rest at last!

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