To see that Anchor ever hanging, And veiled her eyes; she then did hear And columns framed of marble white, And giant fanes, dome over dome Piled, and triumphant gates, all bright With workmanship, which could not come From touch of mortal instrument, The sound as of a dim low clang-Shot o'er the vales, or lustre lent From its own shapes magnificent. ing, And looked abroad if she might know 35 Was it aught else, or but the flow Of the blood in her own veins, to and fro. XI 60 But still the Lady heard that clang hang Among the mountains shook So that the Lady's heart beat fast, cast. 28 or 1824; nor 1839. 70 62 or] a cj. Rossetti. Was borne towards the showering flame XIX By the wild waves heaped tumult. For it was filled with sculptures uously. And, on a little plank, the flow 90 Of the whirlpool bore her to and fro. The plank whereon that Lady sate rarest, 116 Of forms most beautiful and Like nothing human, but the fairest strange, Of winged shapes, whose legions range Throughout the sleep of those that are, 120 Like this same Lady, good and fair. XX And as she looked, still lovelier grew Those marble forms;-the sculptor sure Was a strong spirit, and the hue Of his own mind did there endure 92 flames cj. Rossetti; waves 1819, 1824, 1839. IOI mountains 1819; mountain 1824, 1839. 106 flood] flames cj. James Thomson ('B.V.'). 120 that 1819, 1824; who 1839. XXII And their lips moved; one seemed to speak, When suddenly the mountains cracked, creep, And she walked about as one who knew 145 That sleep has sights as clear and true 135 As any waking eyes can view. TO CONSTANTIA, SINGING [Published by Mrs. Shelley in Posthumous Poems, 1824. Amongst the Shelley MSS. at the Bodleian is a chaotic first draft, from which Mr. Locock [Examination, &c., 1903, pp. 60-62] has, with patient ingenuity, disengaged a first and a second stanza consistent with the metrical scheme of stanzas iii and iv. The two stanzas thus recovered are printed here immediately below the poem as edited by Mrs. Shelley. It need hardly be added that Mr. Locock's restored version cannot, any more than Mrs. Shelley's obviously imperfect one, be regarded in the light of a final recension.] I THUS to be lost and thus to sink and die, Perchance were death indeed!-Constantia, turn! In thy dark eyes a power like light doth lie, Even though the sounds which were thy voice, which burn 5 Within thy breath, and on thy hair, like odour, it is yet, And from thy touch like fire doth leap. Even while I write, my burning cheeks are wet, Alas, that the torn heart can bleed, but not forget! II A breathless awe, like the swift change Unseen, but felt in youthful slumbers, Wild, sweet, but uncommunicably strange. Thou breathest now in fast ascending numbers. And on my shoulders wings are woven, 135 mountains 1819; mountain 1824, 1839. 10 15 To follow its sublime career Beyond the mighty moons that wane Upon the verge of Nature's utmost sphere, Till the world's shadowy walls are past and disappear. III Her voice is hovering o'er my soul-it lingers My heart is quivering like a flame; As morning dew, that in the sunbeam dies, IV I have no life, Constantia, now, but thee, Rejoicing like a cloud of morn. sweep, Now 'tis the breath of summer night, Which when the starry waters sleep, Round western isles, with incense-blossoms bright, Lingering, suspends my soul in its voluptuous flight. STANZAS I AND II As restored by Mr. C. D. Locock I Cease, cease-for such wild lessons madmen learn And from thy touch like fire doth leap- II [A deep and] breathless awe like the swift change Of dreams unseen but felt in youthful slumbers Wild sweet yet incommunicably strange Thou breathest now in fast ascending numbers. TO CONSTANTIA [Dated 1817 by Mrs. Shelley, and printed by her in the Poetical Works, 1839, 1st edition. A copy exists amongst the Shelley MSS. at the Bodleian. See Mr. C. D. Locock's Examination, &c., 1903, p. 46.] I THE rose that drinks the fountain dew Grows pale and blue with altered hue- In the gaze of the nightly moon; For the planet of frost, so cold and bright, II Such is my heart-roses are fair, And that at best a withered blossom; But thy false care did idly wear Its withered leaves in a faithless bosom ; FRAGMENT: TO ONE SINGING [Dated 1817 by Mrs. Shelley, and published in the Poetical Works, 1839, 1st edition. The MS. original, by which Mr. Locock has revised and (by one line) enlarged the text, is amongst the Shelley MSS. at the Bodleian. The metre, as Mr. Locock (Examination, &c., 1903, p. 63) points out, is terza rima.] My spirit like a charmed bark doth swim Upon the liquid waves of thy sweet singing, Of rapture-as a boat, with swift sails winging Its way adown some many-winding river, Speeds through dark forests o'er the waters swinging A FRAGMENT: TO MUSIC [Published in Poetical Works, 1839, 1st ed. Dated 1817 (Mrs. Shelley).] SILVER key of the fountain of tears, Where the spirit drinks till the brain is wild; Softest grave of a thousand fears, Where their mother, Care, like a drowsy child, ANOTHER FRAGMENT TO MUSIC [Published in Poetical Works, 1839, 1st ed. Dated 1817 (Mrs. Shelley).] No, Music, thou art not the 'food of Love,' Till it becomes all Music murmurs of. To Constantia-1 The rose] The red Rose B. 6 her omitted B. 2 pleasant] fragrant B. To One Singing-3 Far far away B.; Far away 1839. 6 Speeds... swinging B.; omitted 1839. 5 IO 5 5 |