TO NIGHT I SWIFTLY walk o'er the western wave, Out of the misty eastern cave, II Wrap thy form in a mantle gray, Blind with thine hair the eyes of Day; III When I arose and saw the dawn, When light rode high, and the dew was gone, To Night. Published by Mrs. Shelley, 1824. IV Thy brother Death came, and cried, Thy sweet child Sleep, the filmy-eyed, Shall I nestle near thy side? V Death will come when thou art dead, Sleep will come when thou art fled; TO MUSIC, when soft voices die, Odors, when sweet violets sicken, Rose leaves, when the rose is dead, And so thy thoughts, when thou art gone, To Published by Mrs. Shelley, 1824. ΤΟ I WHEN passion's trance is overpast, II It were enough to feel, to see Thy soft eyes gazing tenderly, And dream the rest - and burn and be The secret food of fires unseen, Couldst thou but be as thou hast been. III After the slumber of the year To Published by Mrs. Shelley, 1824. MUTABILITY I THE flower that smiles to-day All that we wish to stay, Tempts and then flies. What is this world's delight? II Virtue, how frail it is! Friendship how rare! Love, how it sells poor bliss But we, though soon they fall, Survive their joy and all Which ours we call. III Whilst skies are blue and bright, Whilst eyes that change ere night Whilst yet the calm hours creep, Mutability. Published by Mrs. Shelley, 1824. ii. 2 how, Boscombe MS. || too, Mrs. Shelley, 1824. 5 though soon we, or so soon they, Rossetti conj. LINES I FAR, far away, O ye II Vultures, who build your bowers Withered hopes on hopes are spread! Dying joys, choked by the dead, Will serve your beaks for prey Many a day. THE FUGITIVES THE waters are flashing, Lines. Published by Mrs. Shelley, 1824. The Fugitives. Published by Mrs. Shelley, 1824. |