Front Page Titles (by Subject) HYMN OF APOLLO. - Posthumous Poems
HYMN OF APOLLO. - Percy Bysshe Shelley, Posthumous Poems 
Posthumous Poems (London: John and Henry L. Hunt, 1824).
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HYMN OF APOLLO.
- The sleepless Hours who watch me as I lie,
- Curtained with star-enwoven tapestries,
- From the broad moonlight of the sky,
- Fanning the busy dreams from my dim eyes,—
- Waken me when their Mother, the grey Dawn,
- Tells them that dreams and that the moon is gone.
- Then I arise, and climbing Heaven’s blue dome,
- I walk over the mountains and the waves,
- Leaving my robe upon the ocean foam;
- My footsteps pave the clouds with fire; the caves
- Are filled with my bright presence, and the air
- Leaves the green earth to my embraces bare.
- The sunbeams are my shafts, with which I kill
- Deceit, that loves the night and fears the day;
- All men who do or even imagine ill
- Fly me, and from the glory of my ray
- Good minds and open actions take new might,
- Until diminished by the reign of night.
- I feed the clouds, the rainbows and the flowers
- With their ethereal colours; the Moon’s globe
- And the pure stars in their eternal bowers
- Are cinctured with my power as with a robe;
- Whatever lamps on Earth or Heaven may shine,
- Are portions of one power, which is mine.
- I stand at noon upon the peak of Heaven,
- Then with unwilling steps I wander down
- Into the clouds of the Atlantic even;
- For grief that I depart they weep and frown:
- What look is more delightful than the smile
- With which I soothe them from the western isle?
- I am the eye with which the Universe
- Beholds itself and knows itself divine;
- All harmony of instrument or verse,
- All prophesy, all medicine are mine,
- All light of art or nature;—to my song,
- Victory and praise in their own right belong.