Is it the Eternal Triune, is it He <br />Who dares arrest the wheels of destiny <br />And plunge me in the lowest Hell of Hells? <br />Will not the lightning's blast destroy my frame? <br />Will not steel drink the blood-life where it swells? <br />No—let me hie where dark Destruction dwells, <br />To rouse her from her deeply caverned lair, <br />And, taunting her cursed sluggishness to ire, <br />Light long Oblivion's death-torch at its flame <br />And calmly mount Annihilation's pyre. <br />Tyrant of Earth! pale Misery's jackal Thou! <br />Are there no stores of vengeful violent fate <br />Within the magazines of Thy fierce hate? <br />No poison in the clouds to bathe a brow <br />That lowers on Thee with desperate contempt? <br />Where is the noonday Pestilence that slew <br />The myriad sons of Israel's favoured nation? <br />Where the destroying Minister that flew <br />Pouring the fiery tide of desolation <br />Upon the leagued Assyrian's attempt? <br />Where the dark Earthquake-daemon who engorged <br />At the dread word Korah's unconscious crew? <br />Or the Angel's two-edged sword of fire that urged <br />Our primal parents from their bower of bliss <br />(Reared by Thine hand) for errors not their own <br />By Thine omniscient mind foredoomed, foreknown? <br />Yes! I would court a ruin such as this, <br />Almighty Tyrant! and give thanks to Thee-- <br />Drink deeply—drain the cup of hate; remit this--I may die.<br /><br />Percy Bysshe Shelley<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-wandering-jew-s-soliloquy/
