The Serchio, twisting forth Between the marble barriers which it clove At Ripafratta, leads through the dread chasm The wave that died the death which lovers love, Living in what it sought; as if this spasm Had not yet passed, the toppling mountains cling, But the clear stream in full enthusiasm Pours itself on the plain, then wandering, Down one clear path of effluence crystalline Sends its superfluous waves, that they may fling At Arno's feet tribute of corn and wine; Then, through the pestilential deserts wild Of tangled marsh and woods of stunted pine, It rushes to the Ocean. THE ZUCCA I SUMMER was dead and Autumn was expiring, Of my lorn heart, and o'er the grass and flowers 112 then, Boscombe MS. || until, Mrs. Shelley, 1824. The Zucca. Published by Mrs. Shelley, 1824, and dated, January, 1822. i. 7 lorn, Boscombe MS. || poor, Mrs. Shelley, 1824. II Summer was dead, but I yet lived to weep And on the earth lulled in her winter sleep I woke, and envied her as she was sleeping. Too happy Earth! over thy face shall creep The wakening vernal airs, until thou, leaping From unremembered dreams shalt No death divide thy immortality. III see I loved-oh, no, I mean not one of ye, I loved I know not what-but this low sphere, And all that it contains, contains not thee, Thou, whom, seen nowhere, I feel everywhere. From heaven and earth, and all that in them are Veiled art thou like a star. IV By Heaven and Earth, from all whose shapes thou flowest, Neither to be contained, delayed, nor hidden; Making divine the loftiest and the lowest, When for a moment thou art not forbidden To live within the life which thou bestowest; And leaving noblest things vacant and chidden, iii. 7 Boscombe MS. || Dim object of my soul's idolatry, Mrs. Shelley, 1824. iii. 8 Boscombe MS. || omit, Mrs. Shelley, 18391; Veiled art thou like. . . . Mrs. Shelley, 1824. iv. 2 nor, Boscombe MS. || or, 1824. Cold as a corpse after the spirit's flight, V In winds, and trees, and streams, and all things common, In music, and the sweet unconscious tone Of animals, and voices which are human, Meant to express some feelings of their own; In the soft motions and rare smile of woman, In flowers and leaves, and in the grass fresh shown Or dying in the autumn, I the most VI And thus I went lamenting, when I saw And in despair had cast him down to die; eye Can blast not, but which pity kills; the dew VII The Heavens had wept upon it, but the Earth v. 6 grass fresh, Boscombe MS. || fresh grass, Mrs. Shelley, 1824. vi. 6 like, Boscombe MS. || as, Mrs. Shelley, 1824. VIII I bore it to my chamber and I planted The winter beams which out of Heaven slanted Upon its leaves and flowers; the star which panted IX The mitigated influences of air And light revived the plant, and from it grew And every impulse sent to every part X Well might the plant grow beautiful and strong, For one wept o'er it all the winter long Tears pure as Heaven's rain, which fell upon it Hour after hour; for sounds of softest song, Mixed with the stringèd melodies that won it x. 2 air and sun, Boscombe MS. || sun and air, Mrs. Shelley, 1824. ΧΙ Had loosed his heart, and shook the leaves and flowers On which he wept, the while the savage storm Waked by the darkest of December's hours Was raving round the chamber hushed and warm ; The birds were shivering in their leafless bowers, Whilst this LINES I We meet not as we parted, My bosom is heavy-hearted, And thine full of doubt for me. II That moment is gone forever, Like lightning that flashed and died, Like a snowflake upon the river, III That moment from time was singled Lines. Published by Garnett, 1862, and dated, 1822. |