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XIII

All the wide world beside us
Show like multitudinous
Puppets passing from a scene;
What but mockery can they mean,
Where I am where thou hast been ?

STANZAS

WRITTEN IN DEJECTION, NEAR NAPLES

I
The sun is warm, the sky is clear,

The waves are dancing fast and bright; Blue isles and snowy mountains wear

The purple noon's transparent might;

The breath of the moist earth is light Around its unexpanded buds;

Like many a voice of one delight, The winds, the birds, the ocean floods, The City's voice itself is soft like Solitude's.

xiii. 2 Show, Mrs. Shelley, 18391 || Are, Medwin, 1832.

3 Puppets passing, Mrs. Shelley, 18391 || Shadows shifting, Medwin, 1832. xiii. 4, 5, Mrs. Shelley, 18391 ||

What but mockery may they mean?
Where am I ?- Where thou hast been.

Medwin, 1832.
Stanzas. Published by Mrs. Shelley, 1824. Composed in
December
i. 4 might, Boscombe MS. || light, Mrs. Shelley, 1824.

5 Benbow, 1826, Mrs. Shelley, 18391; omit, Mrs. Shelley, 1824 ; moist earth, Boscombe MS. || moist air, Mrs. Shelley, 18391 ; west wind, Medwin, 1847.

II

I see the Deep's untrampled floor

With green and purple sea-weeds strown; I see the waves upon the shore,

Like light dissolved in star-showers, thrown;
I sit
upon

the sands alone
The lightning of the noontide ocean

Is flashing round me, and a tone Arises from its measured motion, How sweet! did any heart now share in my

emotion.

III

Alas! I have nor hope nor health,

Nor peace within nor calm around, Nor that content surpassing wealth

The sage in meditation found,

And walked with inward glory crowned Nor fame, nor power, nor love, nor leisure.

Others I see whom these surround Smiling they live, and call life pleasure; To me that

cup

has been dealt in another mea

sure.

IV
Yet now despair itself is mild,

Even as the winds and waters are;
I could lie down like a tired child,
And
weep away

the life of care
Which I have borne and yet must bear,

ii. 8 measured, Mrs. Shelley, 1824 || mingled, Medwin, 1847.

9 did any heart now, Mrs. Shelley, 1824 || if any heart could, Medwin, 1847.

iv. 4 the, Mrs. Shelley, 1824 || this, Medwin, 1847.

Till death like sleep might steal on me,

And I might feel in the warm air My cheek grow cold, and hear the sea Breathe o'er my dying brain its last monotony.

V

Some might lament that I were cold,

As I when this sweet day is gone,
Which my lost heart, too soon grown old,

Insults with this untimely moan;

They might lament — for I am one
Whom men love not, - and yet regret,

Unlike this day, which, when the sun
Shall on its stainless glory set,
Will linger, though enjoyed, like joy in memory

yet.

SONNET

LIFT not the painted veil which those who live Call Life; though unreal shapes be pictured

there, And it but mimic all we would believe With colors idly spread, — behind, lurk Fear And Hope, twin Destinies, who ever weave Their shadows o'er the chasm sightless and

drear. I knew one who had lifted it- he sought, For his lost heart was tender, things to love,

iv. 9 dying, Mrs. Shelley, 1824 || outworn, Medwin, 1847. Sonnet. Published by Mrs. Shelley, 1824.

6 Mrs. Shelley, 18391 || The shadows, which the world calls sub stance, there, Mrs. Shelley, 1824.

ñ had, Mrs. Shelley, 18391 || omit, Mrs. Shelley, 1824.

But found them not, alas! nor was there aught
The world contains the which he could approve.
Through the unheeding many he did move,
A splendor among shadows, a bright blot
Upon this gloomy scene, a Spirit that strove
For truth, and like the Preacher found it not.

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POEMS WRITTEN IN 1819

LINES

WRITTEN DURING THE CASTLEREAGH ADMINISTRATION

I

CORPSES are cold in the tomb -
Stones on the pavement are dumb —

Abortions are dead in the womb,
And their mothers look pale, like the death-white

shore
Of Albion, free no more.

II

Her sons are as stones in the

way They are masses of senseless clay

They are trodden and move not awayThe abortion with which she travaileth

Is Liberty, smitten to death.

III
Then trample and dance, thou Oppressor !
For thy victim is no redresser

Thou art sole lord and possessor
Of her corpses, and clods, and abortions — they pave

Thy path to the grave. Lines written during the Castlereagh Administration. Medwin, 1832 || England, Harvard MS. Published by Medwin, The Athenæum, December 8, 1832.

i. 4 death-white, Harvard MS., Frederickson MS. || white, Medwin, 1832.

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