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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.

After the touch, whose power had | And through the chasm the flood

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braided Such grace, was in some sad change

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And their lips moved; one seemed to speak,

When suddenly the mountains cracked,

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That sleep has sights as clear and true

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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
Between thy lips, are laid to sleep;

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.
The cope of heaven seems rent and cloven
By the enchantment of thy strain,

And on my shoulders wings are woven,

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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
O'ershadowing it with soft and lulling wings,
The blood and life within those snowy fingers
Teach witchcraft to the instrumental strings.
My brain is wild, my breath comes quick-
The blood is listening in my frame,
And thronging shadows, fast and thick,
Fall on my overflowing eyes;

My heart is quivering like a flame;

As morning dew, that in the sunbeam dies,
I am dissolved in these consuming ecstasies.

IV

I have no life, Constantia, now, but thee,
Whilst, like the world-surrounding air, thy song
Flows on, and fills all things with melody.-
Now is thy voice a tempest swift and strong,
On which, like one in trance upborne,
Secure o'er rocks and waves

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
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 its voice that were
Between [thy] lips are laid to sleep;
Within thy breath, and on thy hair
Like odour, it is [lingering] 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 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. . .

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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
In the pleasant air of noon,

Grows pale and blue with altered hue

In the gaze of the nightly moon;

For the planet of frost, so cold and bright,
Makes it wan with her borrowed light.

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;
And fed with love, like air and dew,
Its growth-

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 charmèd bark doth swim

Upon the liquid waves of thy sweet singing,

Far far away into the regions dim

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,
Is laid asleep in flowers.

ANOTHER FRAGMENT TO MUSIC

[Published in Poetical Works, 1839, 1st ed. Dated 1817 (Mrs. Shelley).]

No, Music, thou art not the 'food of Love.'
Unless Love feeds upon its own sweet self,

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.

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'MIGHTY EAGLE'

SUPPOSED TO BE ADDRESSED TO WILLIAM GODWIN

[Published in 1882 (P. W. of B. P. S.) by Mr. H. Buxton Forman,
C.B., by whom it is dated 1817.]
MIGHTY eagle! thou that soarest
O'er the misty mountain forest,
And amid the light of morning
Like a cloud of glory hiest,
And when night descends defiest
The embattled tempests' warning!

TO THE LORD CHANCELLOR

[Published in part (v-ix, xiv) by Mrs. Shelley, P. W., 1839, 1st ed. (without title); in full 2nd ed. (with title). Four transcripts in Mrs. Shelley's hand are extant: two-Leigh Hunt's and Ch. Cowden Clarke's described by Forman, and two belonging to Mr. C. W. Frederickson of Brooklyn, described by Woodberry [P. W., Centenary Edition, iii. 193-6]. One of the latter (here referred to as Fa) is corrected in Shelley's autograph. A much-corrected draft in Shelley's hand is in the Harvard MS. book.]

I

THY Country's curse is on thee, darkest crest
Of that foul, knotted, many-headed worm
Which rends our Mother's bosom-Priestly Pest!
Masked Resurrection of a buried Form!

II

Thy country's curse is on thee! Justice sold,
Truth trampled, Nature's landmarks overthrown,

And heaps of fraud-accumulated gold,

Plead, loud as thunder, at Destruction's throne.

III

And, whilst that sure slow Angel which aye stands
Watching the beck of Mutability

Delays to execute her high commands,

And, though a nation weeps, spares thine and thee,

IV

Oh, let a father's curse be on thy soul,

And let a daughter's hope be on thy tomb;
Be both, on thy gray head, a leaden cowl

To weigh thee down to thine approaching doom!

V

I curse thee by a parent's outraged love,
By hopes long cherished and too lately lost,
By gentle feelings thou couldst never prove,
By griefs which thy stern nature never crossed;

9 Angel which aye cancelled by Shelley for Fate which ever Fa.

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