Carmen Saeculare

IN THE HOUR BEFORE REVOLT. “ . . . the green paradise which western waves Embosom in their ever-wailing sweep, Talking of freedom to their tongueless caves, Or to the spirits which within them keep A record of the wrongs which, though they sleep, Die not, but dream of retribution.” Adonais [cancelled passage]. ILD pennons of sunrise the splendid, And scarlet of clustering flowers Cry aloud that the Winter is ended, Claim pace for the re-risen hours. The Ram in the Heavens exalted Calls War to uncover her wing ; Through skies that be hollow and vaulted Exulting the shouts of him ring : The Sign of the Spring. How hollows the heart of the heaven ! How light swells his voice for a cry ! The winter is shaken and riven, And death and the fruits of him die. W 19