XXVIII The thought of his own kind who made the soul Which sped that wingèd shape through night Look on the west, how beautiful it is Vaulted with radiant vapors! The deep bliss The edges of that cloud fade Into a hue, like some harmonious thought, Wasting itself on that which it had wrought, Till it dies and between The light hues of the tender, pure, serene, And infinite tranquillity of heaven. Ay, beautiful! but when our Perhaps the only comfort which remains Lines written for Julian and Maddalo. Published by Garnett, LINES WRITTEN FOR PROMETHEUS UNBOUND As a violet's gentle eye Gazes on the azure sky, Until its hue grows like what it beholds; As a gray and empty mist Over the western mountain it enfolds, Upon its snow; As a strain of sweetest sound LINES WRITTEN FOR MONT BLANC THERE is a voice, not understood by all, It is the roar Of the rent ice-cliff which the sunbeams call, Descending on the pines — the torrents pour. Lines written for Prometheus Unbound. Published by Mrs. Shelley, 18391. Lines written for Mont Blanc. Published by Garnett, 1862. LINES WRITTEN FOR THE INDIAN O PILLOW cold and wet with tears! LINES WRITTEN FOR THE ODE TO LIBERTY WITHIN a cavern of man's trackless spirit Is throned an Image, so intensely fair That the adventurous thoughts that wander near it Worship, and as they kneel tremble and wear The splendor of its presence, and the light Penetrates their dreamlike frame Till they become charged with the strength of flame. STANZA WRITTEN FOR THE ODE WRITTEN OCTOBER, 1819 GATHER, oh, gather, Foeman and friend in love and peace! Waves sleep together When the blasts that called them to battle cease. For fangless Power, grown tame and mild, Is at play with Freedom's fearless child Lines written for the Indian Serenade. Published by Rossetti, 1870. Lines written for the Ode to Liberty. Published by Garnett, 1862. Stanza written for the Ode written October, 1819. Published in The Times (Rossetti). LINES CONNECTED WITH EPIPSYCHIDION HERE, my dear friend, is a new book for you; To other friends, one female and one male,— And all the rest, though fair and wise, commend Which those poor slaves with weary footsteps tread Free love has this, different from gold and clay, That to divide is not to take away. Like ocean, which the general north wind breaks Lines connected with Epipsychidion. Published, 1-37, 62-91, by Mrs. Shelley, 18392, 1–174, by Garnett (To His Genius. Miscellaneous Fragments), 1862. If I were one whom the loud world held wise, I should disdain to quote authorities In commendation of this kind of love. Why there is first the God in heaven above, Who wrote a book called Nature - - 'tis to be Reviewed, I hear, in the next Quarterly; And Socrates, the Jesus Christ of Greece, And Jesus Christ himself did never cease To urge all living things to love each other, And to forgive their mutual faults, and smother The Devil of disunion in their souls. I love you! - Listen, O embodied Ray Of the great Brightness; I must pass away While you remain, and these light words must be Tokens by which you may remember me. Start not the thing you are is unbetrayed, If you are human, and if but the shade Of some sublimer Spirit. And as to friend or mistress, 'tis a form; Perhaps I wish you were one. Some declare You a familiar spirit, as you are; Others with a more inhuman Hint that, though not my wife, you are a woman The world should know but, as I am afraid, 29 commendation, Garnett, 1862 || the support, Mrs. Shelley, 18392. 54 if, omit, Rossetti. |