And my spirit, which so long Darkened this swift stream of song, Interpenetrated lie By the glory of the sky: Be it love, light, harmony, Which from heaven like dew doth fall, Noon descends, and after noon Mid remembered agonies, The frail bark of this lone being) Pass, to other sufferers fleeing, Other flowering isles must be To some calm and blooming cove, That the spirits of the air, And the winds whose wings rain balm They, not it, would change; and soon INVOCATION TO MISERY I COME, be happy! sit near me, Coy, unwilling, silent bride, II Come, be happy!-sit near me. Sad as I am happier far than thou, III Misery! we have known each other, Living in the same lone home, IV "Tis an evil lot, and yet Let us make the best of it; If love can live when pleasure dies, Invocation to Misery, Medwin, 1832 || Misery, A Fragment, Mrs. Shelley, 18391. Published by Medwin, The Athenæum, September 8, 1832. i. 1 near, Mrs. Shelley, 18391 || by, Medwin, 1832. iii. 5 Hours or, Mrs. Shelley, 18391 || Years and, Medwin, 1832. iv. 2 best, Mrs. Shelley, 18391 || most, Medwin, 1832. We two will love, till in our eyes V Come, be happy! —lie thee down In a world of sorrowing VI There our tent shall be the willow, Sounds and odors, sorrowful Because they once were sweet, shall lull Us to slumber, deep and dull. VII Ha! thy frozen pulses flutter With a love thou darest not utter. Thou art murmuring —thou art weeping – While my burning heart lies sleeping? Kiss me; VIII -oh! thy lips are cold ; Round my neck thine arms enfold They are soft, but chill and dead; iv. 4 We two will, Mrs. Shelley, 18391 || We will, Medwin, 1832. vi. 2 mine arm shall be thy, Mrs. Shelley, 18391 || thine arm shall be my, Medwin, 1832. vii. 3 asterisks, Medwin, 1832. 4, 5: Thou art murmuring, thou art weeping, Whilst my burning bosom's leaping. Medwin, 1832. And thy tears upon my head IX Hasten to the bridal bed Underneath the grave 'tis spread: We may rest, and none forbid. X Clasp me, till our hearts be grown In the sleep that lasts alway. XI We may dream, in that long sleep, Thou mayst dream of her with me. XII Let us laugh, and make our mirth, As dogs bay the moonlight clouds, viii. 5 frozen || molten, Forman conj. x. 2 shadows, Mrs. Shelley, 18391 || lovers, Medwin, 1832, Boscombe MS. xii. 4 That, Medwin, 1832. |