There lay far glades and neighbour- An atmosphere without a breath, ing lawn, A silence sleeping there.

And through the dark

green crowd

The white sun twinkling like the Until a wandering wind crept by,

dawn

Like an unwelcome thought, 110 Which from my mind's too faithful

WITH A GUITAR, TO JANE

[Published by Medwin, The Athenæum, Oct. 20, 1832; Frazer's Magazine, Jan. 1833. There is a copy amongst the Trelawny MSS.]

6

10

ARIEL to Miranda :-Take
This slave of Music, for the sake
Of him who is the slave of thee,
And teach it all the harmony
In which thou canst, and only thou,
Make the delighted spirit glow,
Till joy denies itself again,
And, too intense, is turned to pain;
For by permission and command
Of thine own Prince Ferdinand,
Poor Ariel sends this silent token
Of more than ever can be spoken;
Your guardian spirit, Ariel, who,
From life to life, must still pursue
Your happiness;-for thus alone 15
Can Ariel ever find his own.
From Prospero's enchanted cell,
As the mighty verses tell,
To the throne of Naples, he
Lit you o'er the trackless sea,
Flitting on, your prow before,
Like a living meteor.

When you die, the silent Moon,
In her interlunar swoon,
Is not sadder in her cell
Than deserted Ariel.

When you live again on earth,
Like an unseen star of birth,
Ariel guides you o'er the sea
Of life from your nativity.
Many changes have been run

116

Since Ferdinand and you begun
Your course of love, and Ariel still
Has tracked your steps, and served
your will;

35

Now, in humbler, happier lot,
This is all remembered not;
And now, alas! the poor sprite is
Imprisoned, for some fault of his,
In a body like a grave;-
From you he only dares to crave, 40
For his service and his sorrow,
A smile to-day, a song to-morrow.

The artist who this idol wrought,
To echo all harmonious thought,
Felled a tree, while on the steep 45
The woods were in their winter sleep,
Rocked in that repose divine
On the wind-swept Apennine;

20 And dreaming, some of Autumn past,
And some of Spring approaching

25

30

fast,

50

12 Of more than ever] Of love that never 1838.

46 woods Trelawny MS., 1839, 2nd ed.;

winds 1832, 1833, 1839, 1st ed. 58 this Trelawny MS., 1839, 2nd ed. ; that 1832, 1833, 1839, 1st ed.

60

And taught it justly to reply,
To all who question skilfully,
In language gentle as thine own;
Whispering in enamoured tone
Sweet oracles of woods and dells,
And summer winds in sylvan cells;
For it had learned all harmonies 65
Of the plains and of the skies,
Of the forests and the mountains,
And the many-voiced fountains;
The clearest echoes of the hills,
The softest notes of falling rills,
The melodies of birds and bees,
The murmuring of summer seas,
And pattering rain, and breathing
dew,

And airs of evening; and it knew

70

TO JANE: THE KEEN STARS WERE TWINKLING' [Published in part (11. 7-24) by Medwin (under the title, An Ariette for Music. To a Lady singing to her Accompaniment on the Guitar), The Athenæum, Nov. 17, 1832; reprinted by Mrs. Shelley, P. W., 1839, 1st ed. Republished in full (under the title, To), P. W., 1839, 2nd ed. The Trelawny MS. is headed To Jane. Mr. C. W. Frederickson of Brooklyn possesses a transcript in an unknown hand.]

The guitar was tinkling,

But the notes were not sweet till you Whilst the dews of your melody

sung them

Again.

Though the sound overpowers, Sing again, with your dear voice revealing

A tone

Of some world far from ours,

20

To the strings without soul had then Where music and moonlight and

given

Its own.

feeling Are one.

61 thine own Trelawny MS., 1839, 2nd ed.; its own 1832, 1833, 1839, 1st ed. 76 on Trelawny MS., 1839, 2nd ed.; in 1832. 1833, 1839, 1st ed. 90 Jane Trelawny MS.; friend 1832, 1833, edd. 1839. 3 Dear*** 1839, 2nd ed. 7 soft] pale Fred. MS. 10 your 1839, 2nd ed.; thy 1832, 1839, 1st ed., Fred. MS. II had then 1839, 2nd ed.; has 1832, 1839, 1st ed.; hath Fred. MS. 17 your 1839, 2nd ed.; thy 1832, 1839, 1st ed., Fred. MS. 20 your dear 1839, 2nd ed.; thy sweet 1832, 1839, 1st ed.;

12 Its] Thine Fred. MS. 19 sound] song Fred. MS. thy soft Fred. MS.

A DIRGE

[Published by Mrs. Shelley, Posthumous Poems, 1824.]

ROUGH wind, that moanest loud

Grief too sad for song;

Wild wind, when sullen cloud

Knells all the night long;

Sad storm, whose tears are vain, 5
Bare woods, whose branches strain,
Deep caves and dreary main,-
Wail, for the world's wrong!

LINES WRITTEN IN THE BAY OF LERICI

[Published from the Boscombe MSS. by Dr. Garnett, Macmillan's Magazine,

tame

All passions, and I lived alone.
In the time which is our own;
The past and future were forgot, 25
As they had been, and would be, not.
But soon, the guardian angel gone,
The daemon reassumed his throne

came

To worship the delusive flame.
Too happy they, whose pleasure
sought

Extinguishes all sense and thought
Of the regret that pleasure leaves, 51
Destroying life alone, not peace!

LINES: WE MEET NOT AS WE PARTED'
[Published by Dr. Garnett, Relics of Shelley, 1862.]

I

WE meet not as we parted,
We feel more than all may see;

My bosom is heavy-hearted,

And thine full of doubt for me:-
One moment has bound the free. 5
Lines written, &c.-11 though silent
31 saw Relics 1862; watched

A Dirge-6 strain cj. Rossetti; stain ed. 1824. Relics 1862; though now silent Mac. Mag. 1862. Mac. Mag. 1862.

[Published by Mrs. Shelley, Posthumous Poems, 1824.]

THERE was a little lawny islet
By anemone and violet,

Like mosaic, paven :

And its roof was flowers and leaves
Which the summer's breath en-

Pierce the pines and tallest trees,

Each a gem engraven;—

Girt by many an azure wave
With which the clouds and moun-
tains pave

A lake's blue chasm.

FRAGMENT: TO THE MOON

[Published by Dr. Garnett, Relics of Shelley, 1862.]

10

BRIGHT wanderer, fair coquette of Envy not this dim world, for

Heaven,

To whom alone it has been given

To change and be adored for ever,

never

But once within its shadow grew 5
One fair as

EPITAPH

[Published by Mrs. Shelley, Posthumous Poems, 1824.]

THESE are two friends whose lives | Under the grave; let not their bones were undivided;

be parted,

So let their memory be, now they For their two hearts in life were

have glided

single-hearted.

NOTE ON POEMS OF 1822, BY MRS. SHELLEY

THIS morn thy gallant bark
Sailed on a sunny sea:
"Tis noon, and tempests dark
Have wrecked it on the lee.
Ah woe! ah woe!
By Spirits of the deep

Thou'rt cradled on the billow
To thy eternal sleep.

Thou sleep'st upon the shore
Beside the knelling surge,
And Sea-nymphs evermore
Shall sadly chant thy dirge.
They come, they come,
The Spirits of the deep,-
While near thy seaweed pillow
My lonely watch I keep.