ΤΟ I ONE word is too often profaned One feeling too falsely disdained II I can give not what men call love, To Published by Mrs. Shelley, 1824. REMEMBRANCE I SWIFTER far than summer's flight, As the wood when leaves are shed, II The swallow summer comes again, To fly with thee, false as thou. Sunny leaves from any bough. Remembrance. Trelawny MS. || Song. Harvard MS. A LaMrs. Shelley, 1824. Published by Mrs. Shelley, 1824. ment. i. 2, 3 transpose, Trelawny MS. 5-7 Houghton MS. || As the earth when leaves are dead, As the night when sleep is sped, As the heart when joy is fled, Trelawny MS., Harvard MS., Mrs. Shelley, 1824. i. 8 Houghton MS., Harvard MS., Mrs. Shelley, 1824 || alone, alone, Trelawny MS. ii. 2 his, Houghton MS. || her, Trelawny MS., Harvard MS., Mrs. Shelley, 1824. ii. 5 Houghton MS., Harvard MS., Mrs. Shelley, 1824 || My heart to-day desires to-morrow, Trelawny MS. Pansies let my flowers be; Waste one hope, one fear for me. THE serpent is shut out from paradise. The wounded deer must seek the herb no more In which its heart-cure lies; The widowed dove must cease to haunt a bower, Like that from which its mate with feigned sighs Fled in the April hour. I, too, must seldom seek again Near happy friends a mitigated pain. Of hatred I am proud, II with scorn content; Indifference, that once hurt me, now is grown Itself indifferent; iii. 4 Houghton MS., Harvard MS., Mrs. Shelley, 1824 || Sadder flowers find for me, Trelawny MS. iii. 8 Houghton MS., Harvard MS., Mrs. Shelley, 1824 || a hope, a fear, Trelawny MS. —. Trelawny MS. Stan To Edward Williams. Rossetti || To -. zas to... Ascham, 1834. Stanzas. Mrs. Shelley, 18391. Pub lished in Ascham's edition, 1834. ii. 2 which once hurt me is now, Trelawny MS. But, not to speak of love, pity alone Can break a spirit already more than bent. Turns the mind's poison into food, Its medicine is tears, its evil good. III Therefore if now I see you seldomer, Dear friends, dear friend! know that I only fly Your looks, because they stir Griefs that should sleep, and hopes that cannot die. The very comfort that they minister I scarce can bear; yet I, So deeply is the arrow gone, Should quickly perish if it were withdrawn. IV When I return to my cold home, you ask Of acting a forced part in life's dull scene, In the world's carnival. I sought V Full half an hour, to-day, I tried my lot With various flowers, and every one still said, iii. 2 Dear friends, dear friend, Trelawny MS., Mrs. Shelley, 18392 || Dear gentle friend, Mrs. Shelley, 18391. iv. 2 ever, "She loves me loves me not." And if this meant a vision long since fled To speak what you may know too well: Still there was truth in the sad oracle. VI The crane o'er seas and forests seeks her home; The sleepless billows on the ocean's breast VII I asked her, yesterday, if she believed Would ne'er have thus relieved His heart with words, - but what his judgment bade Would do, and leave the scorner unrelieved. To send to you, but that I know, vi. 3 Whence, Mrs. Shelley, 18391. 8 will, Mrs. Shelley, 18392 | shall, Mrs. Shelley, 18391. vii. 5 unrelieved, Trelawny MS., Mrs. Shelley, 18392 || unreprieved, Mrs. Shelley, 1839'. vii. 6 were, Trelawny MS. |