Can break a spirit already more than bent. Turns the mind's poison into food, Its medicine is tears,-its evil good. III Therefore, if now I see you seldomer. Dear friends, dear friend! know that I only fly Griefs that should sleep, and hopes that cannot die: The very comfort that they minister I scarce can bear, yet I, So deeply is the arrow gone, Should quickly perish if it were withdrawn. IV When I return to my cold home, you ask You spoil me for the task Of acting a forced part in life's dull scene, Of wearing on my brow the idle mask Of author, great or mean, In the world's carnival. I sought Peace thus, and but in you I found it not. Full half an hour, to-day, I tried my lot With various flowers, and every one still said, And if this meant a vision long since fled- To speak what you may know too well: Still there was truth in the sad oracle. VI The crane o'er seas and forests seeks her home; The sleepless billows on the ocean's breast Break like a bursting heart, and die in foam, And thus at length find rest: Doubtless there is a place of peace Where my weak heart and all its throbs will cease. VII I asked her, yesterday, if she believed That I had resolution. One who had 15 20 25 30 35 40 45 50 18 Dear friends, dear friend Trelawny MS., 1839, 2nd ed.; Dear gentle friend 1834, 1839, 1st ed. 26 ever] lately Trelawny MS. 28 in Trelawny MS.; on 1834, edd. 1839. 43 When 1839, 2nd ed.; Whence 1834, 1839, 1st ed. 1834, 1839, 1st ed, 48 will 1839, 2nd ed. ; shall His heart with words,-but what his judgement bade These verses are too sad To send to you, but that I know, Happy yourself, you feel another's woe. ΤΟ [Published by Mrs. Shelley, Posthumous Poems, 1824.] I ONE word is too often profaned For me to profane it, For thee to disdain it; One hope is too like despair For prudence to smother, And pity from thee more dear Than that from another. ΤΟ 5 II 55 ΤΟ I can give not what men call love, 15 [Published by Mrs. Shelley, Posthumous Poems, 1824. There is a Boscombe MS.] [Published by Mrs. Shelley, Posthumous Poems, 1824.] I THE golden gates of Sleep unbar Kindle their image like a star down,-- look Darkness, weep thy holiest dew, Never smiled the inconstant moon On a pair so true. 5 Let eyes not see their own delight;- II Fairies, sprites, and angels, keep her! O joy! O fear! what will be done 53 unrelieved Trelawny MS., 1839, 2nd ed.; unreprieved 1834, 1839, 1st ed. were Trelawny MS. Το 15 -15 form Boscombe MS.; for edd. 1824, 1839. 54 are] EPITHALAMIUM ANOTHER VERSION OF THE PRECEDING [Published by Medwin, Life of Shelley, 1847.] NIGHT. with all thine eyes look | Lest eyes see their own delight! Hence, swift hour! and thy loved down! Darkness shed its holiest dew! When ever smiled the inconstant flight Girls. O joy! O fear! what may be done 20 Fairies! sprites! and angels, keep Holiest powers, permit no wrong! And return, to wake the sleeper, 25 Dawn, ere it be long. Hence, swift hour! and quench thy light, Lest The golden gates of sleep unbar! 15 Kindles their image like a star eyes see their own delight! Hence, coy hour! and thy loved flight Oft renew. Boys and Girls. O joy! O fear! what will be done ANOTHER VERSION OF THE SAME 30 Come along! [Published by Rossetti, Complete P. W. of P. B. S., 1870, from the Trelawny MS. of Edward Williams's play, The Promise: or, A Year, a Month, and a Day.] Dawn, ere it be long! Boys. 15 Epithalamium-17 Lest] Let 1847. 20 LOVE, HOPE, DESIRE, AND FEAR AND many there were hurt by that strong boy, His name, they said, was Pleasure, And near him stood, glorious beyond measure, 5 30 Between Desire and Fear thou wert A wretched thing, poor heart! Sad was his life who bore thee in his breast, Wild bird for that weak nest. bought, 30 And from the very wound of tender thought Four Ladies who possess all empery Till Love even from fierce Desire it Of the four elements that frame the heart, 10 And each diversely exercised her art By force or circumstance or sleight To prove her dreadful might Upon that poor domain. Desire presented her [false] glass, and then 15 Drew solace, and the pity of sweet eyes Gave strength to bear those gentle agonies, 35 Surmount the loss, the terror, and the sorrow. Then Hope approached, she who can borrow For poor to-day, from rich to morrow. And Fear withdrew, as night when Descends upon the orient ray, 40 ance. -At one birth these four were born Pleasure lures the heart to follow- FRAGMENTS WRITTEN FOR HELLAS FRAGMENT: I WOULD NOT BE A KING' [Published by Mrs. Shelley, P. W., 1839, 2nd ed.] I WOULD not be a king-enough The path to power is steep and And tempests reign above. I would not climb the imperial throne; 5 'Tis built on ice which fortune's sun Thaws in the height of noon. Then farewell, king, yet were I one, Care would not come so soon. Would he and I were far away Keeping flocks on Himalay! GINEVRA [Published by Mrs. Shelley, Posthumous Poems, 1824, and dated Pisa, 1821.'] WILD, pale, and wonder-stricken, even as one Fancying strange comments in her dizzy brain ΙΟ 5 |