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TO NIGHT

I

SWIFTLY walk o'er the western wave,
Spirit of Night!

Out of the misty eastern cave,
Where all the long and lone daylight
Thou wovest dreams of joy and fear,
Which make thee terrible and dear,
Swift be thy flight!

II

Wrap thy form in a mantle gray,
Star-inwrought!

Blind with thine hair the eyes of Day;
Kiss her until she be wearied out;
Then wander o'er city, and sea, and land,
Touching all with thine opiate wand-
Come, long-sought!

III

When I arose and saw the dawn,
I sighed for thee;

When light rode high, and the dew was gone,
And noon lay heavy on flower and tree,
And the weary Day turned to his rest,
Lingering like an unloved guest,
I sighed for thee.

To Night. Published by Mrs. Shelley, 1824.
i. 1 o'er, Harvard MS. || over, Mrs. Shelley, 1824.
iii. 5 his || her, Rossetti.

IV

Thy brother Death came, and cried,
Wouldst thou me?

Thy sweet child Sleep, the filmy-eyed,
Murmured like a noontide bee,

Shall I nestle near thy side?
Wouldst thou me? - and I replied,
No, not thee!

V

Death will come when thou art dead,
Soon, too soon;

Sleep will come when thou art fled;
Of neither would I ask the boon
I ask of thee, beloved Night,
Swift be thine approaching flight,
Come soon, soon!

TO

MUSIC, when soft voices die,
Vibrates in the memory;

Odors, when sweet violets sicken,
Live within the sense they quicken.

Rose leaves, when the rose is dead,
Are heaped for the beloved's bed;

And so thy thoughts, when thou art gone,
Love itself shall slumber on.

To

Published by Mrs. Shelley, 1824.

ΤΟ

I

WHEN passion's trance is overpast,
If tenderness and truth could last,
Or live, whilst all wild feelings keep
Some mortal slumber, dark and deep,
I should not weep, I should not weep!

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
The woodland violets reappear;
All things revive in field or grove,
And sky and sea, but two, which move
And form all others, life and love.

To

Published by Mrs. Shelley, 1824.

MUTABILITY

I

THE flower that smiles to-day
To-morrow dies;

All that we wish to stay,

Tempts and then flies.

What is this world's delight?
Lightning that mocks the night,
Brief even as bright.

II

Virtue, how frail it is!

Friendship how rare!

Love, how it sells poor bliss
For proud despair!

But we, though soon they fall,

Survive their joy and all

Which ours we call.

III

Whilst skies are blue and bright,
Whilst flowers are gay,

Whilst eyes that change ere night
Make glad the day,

Whilst yet the calm hours creep,
Dream thou-and from thy sleep
Then wake to weep.

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
Halcyons of Memory,
Seek some far calmer nest
Than this abandoned breast!
No news of your false spring
To my heart's winter bring;
Once having gone, in vain
Ye come again.

II

Vultures, who build your bowers
High in the Future's towers,

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,
The white hail is dashing,
The lightnings are glancing,
The hoar-spray is dancing
Away!

Lines. Published by Mrs. Shelley, 1824.

The Fugitives. Published by Mrs. Shelley, 1824.

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