Percy Bysshe Shelley

The Complete Poetical Works, vol 3 Percy Bysshe Shelley

Book Excerptough immortal. NathelessHe checked his haughty will and did not eat, Though what it cost him words can scarce express, And every wish to put such morsels sweet _170 Down his most sacred throat, he did repress; But soon within the lofty portalled stallHe placed the fat and flesh and bones and all.23. And every trace of the fresh butcheryAnd cooking, the God soon made disappear, _175 As if it all had vanished through the sky; He burned the hoofs and horns and head and hair, --The insatiate fire devoured them hungrily;--And when he saw that everything was clear, He quenched the coal, and trampled the black dust, _180 And in the stream his bloody sandals tossed.24. All night he worked in the serene moonshine--But when the light of day was spread abroadHe sought his natal mountain-peaks divine. On his long wandering, neither Man nor God