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POEMS WRITTEN IN 1821
DIRGE FOR THE YEAR
ORPHAN hours, the year is dead,
Come and sigh, come and weep!
For the year is but asleep.
As an earthquake rocks a corse
In its coffin in the clay,
Rocks the death-cold year to-day;
The tree-swung cradle of a child,
be calm and mild, Dirge for the Year. Published by Mrs. Shelley, 1824, and dated January 1, 1821.
ii. 4 death-cold, Mrs. Shelley, 1824 || dead-cold, Mrs. Shelley,
Trembling hours ; she will arise
IV January gray is here,
Like a sexton by her grave ; February bears the bier,
March with grief doth howl and rave, And April weeps - but, О ye hours ! Follow with May's fairest flowers.
UNFATHOMABLE Sea! whose waves are years,
Ocean of Time, whose waters of deep woe Are brackish with the salt of human tears ! Thou shoreless flood, which in thy ebb and
flow Claspest the limits of mortality,
And sick of prey, yet howling on for more, Vomitest thy wrecks on its inhospitable shore; Treacherous in calm, and terrible in storm,
Who shall put forth on thee,
Time. Published by Mrs. Shelley, 1824.
FROM THE ARABIC
Of thy looks, my love;
For the brooks, my love. .
Bore thee far from me;
Did companion thee.
Ah! fleeter far than fleetest storm or steed,
Or the death they bear, The heart which tender thought clothes like a
With the wings of care ;
Shall mine cling to thee,
It may bring to thee.
RARELY, rarely, comest thou,
Spirit of Delight!
From the Arabic. Published by Mrs. Shelley, 1824.
Wherefore hast thou left me now
Many a day and night? Many a weary night and day 'Tis since thou art fled away.
How shall ever one like me
Win thee back again?
Thou wilt scoff at pain.
Of a trembling leaf,
Even the sighs of grief
Let me set my mournful ditty
To a merry measure;
Thou wilt come for pleasure;
I love all that thou lovest,
Spirit of Delight! The fresh Earth in new leaves dressed,
And the starry night;
Autumn evening, and the morn
I love snow,
and all the forms
I love tranquil solitude,
And such society
Between thee and me
I love Love though he has wings,
And like light can flee,
Spirit, I love thee.