III The stars will awaken, Though the moon sleep a full hour later No leaf will be shaken Whilst the dews of your melody scatter IV Though the sound overpowers, Sing again, with your dear voice revealing Of some world far from ours, Where music and moonlight and feeling Are one. EPITAPH THESE are two friends whose lives were undivided; So let their memory be, now they have glided Under the grave; let not their bones be parted, For their two hearts in life were single-hearted. THE ISLE THERE was a little lawny islet Like mosaic, paven; iii. 5 your, Mrs. Shelley, 18392 || thy, Medwin, 1832. iv. 2 your dear, Mrs. Shelley, 18392 || thy sweet, Medwin, 1832. Epitaph. Published by Mrs. Shelley, 1824. 3 the their, Mrs. Shelley, 18392. The Isle. Published by Mrs. Shelley, 1824. And its roof was flowers and leaves Each a gem engraven ; Girt by many an azure wave With which the clouds and mountains pave Wild wind, when sullen cloud Knells all the night long ; Sad storm, whose tears are vain, Bare woods whose branches strain, Wail, for the world's wrong. LINES WRITTEN IN THE BAY OF LERICI SHE left me at the silent time When the moon had ceased to climb The azure path of Heaven's steep, A Dirge. Published by Mrs. Shelley, 1824. 6 strain, Rossetti conj. || stain, Mrs. Shelley, 1824. Lines Written in the Bay of Lerici. Published by Garnett, Macmillan's Magazine, June, 1862. Ere she sought her ocean nest Which, though silent to the ear, Like notes which die when born, but still And feeling ever- oh, too much! — The soft vibration of her touch, As if her gentle hand, even now, That even Fancy dares to claim : In the time which is our own; In my faint heart. I dare not speak My thoughts, but thus disturbed and weak I sat and saw the vessels glide Over the ocean bright and wide, Like spirit-wingèd chariots sent O'er some serenest element For ministrations strange and far ; They sailed for drink to medicine 37 They, Rossetti || omit, Garnett, 1862. And the wind that winged their flight Of dew, and sweet warmth left by day, And spear about the low rocks damp |