I. <br />The fiery mountains answer each other; <br />Their thunderings are echoed from zone to zone; <br />The tempestuous oceans awake one another, <br />And the ice-rocks are shaken round Winter's throne, <br />When the clarion of the Typhoon is blown. <br /> <br />II. <br />From a single cloud the lightening flashes, <br />Whilst a thousand isles are illumined around, <br />Earthquake is trampling one city to ashes, <br />An hundred are shuddering and tottering; the sound <br />Is bellowing underground. <br /> <br />III. <br />But keener thy gaze than the lightening’s glare, <br />And swifter thy step than the earthquake’s tramp; <br />Thou deafenest the rage of the ocean; thy stare <br />Makes blind the volcanoes; the sun’s bright lamp <br />To thine is a fen-fire damp. <br /> <br />IV. <br />From billow and mountain and exhalation <br />The sunlight is darted through vapour and blast; <br />From spirit to spirit, from nation to nation, <br />From city to hamlet thy dawning is cast,-- <br />And tyrants and slaves are like shadows of night <br />In the van of the morning light.<br /><br />Percy Bysshe Shelley<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/liberty-19/
