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Until an envious wind crept by,
Like an unwelcome thought, Which from the mind's too faithful eye
Blots one dear image out. Though thou art ever fair and kind,
The forests ever green,
Than calm in waters seen.
Your course of love, and Ariel still
CANCELLED PASSAGE Were not the crocuses that grew
Under that ilex-tree As beautiful in scent and hue
As ever fed the bee ?
WITH A GUITAR, TO JANE ARIEL to Miranda.--Take This slave of Music, for the sake Of him who is the slave of thee, And teach it all the harmony In which thou canst, and only thou, Make the delighted spirit glow, Till joy denies itself again, And, too intense, is turned to pain; For by permission and command Of thine own Prince Ferdinand, Poor Ariel sends this silent token Of more than ever can be spoken; Your guardian spirit, Ariel, who, From life to life, must still pursue Your happiness;—for thus alone Can Ariel ever find his own. From Prospero's enchanted cell, As the mighty verses tell, To the throne of Naples, he Lit you o'er the trackless sea, Flitting on, your prow before, Like a living meteor. When you die, the silent Moon, In her interlunar swoon, Is not sadder in her cell Than deserted Ariel. When you live again on earth, Like an unseen star of birth, Ariel guides you o'er the sea Of life from your nativity. Many changes have been run, Since Ferdinand and you begun
The artist who this idol wrought,
All this it knows, but will not tell
Rough wind, that moanest loud
Grief too sad for song ;
Wild wind, when sullen cloud
Knells all the night long ; By those who tempt it to betray
Sad storm, whose tears are vain, These secrets of an elder day:
Bare woods, whose branches stain, But sweetly as its answers will
Deep caves and dreary main,
Wail, for the world's wrong!
LINES WRITTEN IN THE BAY
She left me at the silent time
The azure path Heaven's steep,
And like an albatross asleep,
Hovered in the purple night,
Ere she sought her ocean nest
She left me, and I stayed alone
Thinking over every tone
Which, though silent to the ear,
Haunt the echoes of the hill;
And feeling ever-oh, too much ! To the strings without soul had then the soft vibration of her touch, given
As if her gentle hand, even now,
Lightly trembled on my brow;
Memory gave me all of her
That even Fancy dares to claim :Though the moon sleep a full hour later, Her presence had made weak and tame To-night ;
All passions, and I lived alone
In the time which is our own;
As they had been, and would be, not.
The dæmon reassumed his throne
In my faint heart.
I dare not speak Sing again, with your dear voice revealing My thoughts, but thus disturbed and A tone
Like spirit-winged chariots sent
O'er some serenest element
The death which a heart so truc
Sought in your briny dew.
Methinks too little cost
For a moment so sound, so lost !
There was a little lawny islet
Like mosaic, paven: Extinguishes all sense and thought
And its roof was flowers and leaves Of the regret that pleasure leaves,
Which the summer's breath enweaves, Destroying life alone, not peace !
Where nor sun nor showers nor breeze
Pierce the pines and tallest trees,
Each a gem engraven.
Girt by many an azure wave
pave We meet not as we parted,
A lake's blue chasm.
FRAGMENT: TO THE MOON One moment has bound the free.
Bright wanderer, fair coquette of
heaven, That moment is gone for ever,
To whom alone it has been given
Like a sunbeam upon the tide, But once within its shadow grew
One fair as
That moment from time was singled
As the first of a life of pain, The cup of its joy was mingled
- Delusion too sweet though vain ! Too sweet to be mine again.
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
Sweet lips, could my heart have hidden
That its life was crushed by you, Ye would not have then forbidden
NOTE ON POEMS OF 1822, BY
The winter of 1822 was passed in Pisa,
if we might call that season winter in MRS. SHELLEY
which autumn merged into spring after This morn thy gallant bark
the interval of but few days of bleaker Sailed on a sunny sea :
weather. Spring sprang up early, and "Tis noon, and tempests dark
with extreme beauty. Shelley had conHave wrecked it on the lee. Ah woe! ah woe!
ceived the idea of writing a tragedy on the By Spirits of the deep
subject of Charles I. It was one that he Thou'rt cradled on the billow
believed adapted for a drama; full of To thy eternal sleep.
intense interest, contrasted character, and Thou sleep'st upon the shore
busy passion. He had recommended it Beside the knelling surge, And Sea-nymphs evermore
long before, when he encouraged me to Shall sadly chaunt thy dirge.
attempt a play. Whether the subject They come, they come, proved more difficult than he anticipated, The Spirits of the deep, -
or whether in fact he could not bend his While near thy seaweed pillow My lonely watch I keep.
mind away from the broodings and
wanderings of thought, divested from From far across the sea I hear a loud lament,
human interest, which he best loved, I By Echo's voice for thee
cannot tell; but he proceeded slowly, and From ocean's caverns sent.
threw it aside for one the most mystical Oh list! oh list! The Spirits of the deep!
of his poems, the Triumph of Life, on They raise a wail of sorrow,
which he was employed at the last. While I for ever weep.
His passion for boating was fostered at
this time by having among our friends With this last year of the life of Shelley several sailors. His favourite companion, these Notes end. They are not what I Edward Ellerker Williams, of the 8th intended them to be. I began with energy, Light Dragoons, had begun his life in the and a burning desire to impart to the
navy, and had afterwards entered the world, in worthy language, the sense I
army; he had spent several years in India, have of the virtues and genius of the and his love for adventure and manly beloved and the lost; my strength has exercises accorded with Shelley's taste. failed under the task. Recurrence to the
It was their favourite plan to build a boat past, full of its own deep and unforgotten such as they could manage themselves, joys and sorrows, contrasted with succeed- and, living on the sea-coast, to enjoy at ing years of painful and solitary struggle, every hour and season the pleasure they has shaken my health. Days of great loved best. Captain Roberts, R.N., suffering have followed my attempts to undertook to build the boat at Genoa, write, and jhese again produced a weak- where he was also occupied in building ness and languor that spread their sinister the Bolivar for Lord Byron. Ours was influence over these notes. I dislike
to be an open boat, on a model taken speaking of myself, but cannot help apolo- from one of the royal dockyards. I have gising to the dead, and to the public, for since heard that there was a defect in this not having executed in the manner I model, and that it was never seaworthy. desired the history I engaged to give of In the month of February, Shelley and his Shelley's writings. 1
friend went to Spezia to seek for houses il at one time feared that the correction for us. Only one was to be found at all of the press might be less exact through my suitable; however, a trifle such as not illness; but I believe that it is nearly free from finding a house could not stop Shelley;
Some asterisks occur in a few pages, as they did in the volume of Posthumous Poems, either because they refer to private concerns, or from so confused a mass, interlined and broken because the original manuscript was left imper: into fragments, so that the sense could only be fect. Did any one see the papers from which I deciphered and joined by guesses which might drew that volume, the wonder would be how any seem rather intuitive than founded on reasoning. eyes or patience were capable of extracting it Yet I believe no mistake was made.
the one found was to serve for all. It heaven bathed the scene in bright and was unfurnished; we sent our furniture by ever-varying tints. sea, and with a good deal of precipitation, The natives were wilder than the place. arising from his impatience, made our Our near neighbours of San Terenzo were removal. We left Pisa on the 26th of more like savages than any people I April.
ever before lived among. Many a night The Bay of Spezia is of considerable they passed on the beach, singing, or extent, and divided by a rocky promontory rather howling; the women dancing about into a larger and smaller one. The town among the waves that broke at their feet, of Lerici is situated on the eastern point, the men leaning against the rocks and and in the depth of the smaller bay, joining in their loud wild chorus. We which bears the name of this town, is the could get no provisions nearer than Sarvillage of San Terenzo. Our house, Casa zana, at a distance of three miles and a Magni, was close to this village; the sea half off, with the torrent of the Magra came up to the door, a steep hill sheltered between; and even there the supply was it behind. The proprietor of the estate very deficient. Had we been wrecked on on which it was situated was insane; he an island of the South Seas, we could had begun to erect a large house at the scarcely have felt ourselves farther from summit of the hill behind, but his malady civilisation and comfort; but, where the prevented its being finished, and it was sun shines, the latter becomes an unnecesfalling into ruin. He had (and this to sary luxury, and we had enough society the Italians had seemed a glaring symptom among ourselves. Yet I confess houseof very decided madness) rooted up the keeping became rather a toilsome task, olives on the hillside, and planted forest especially as I was suffering in my health, trees. These were mostly young, but and could not exert myself actively. the plantation was more in English taste At first the fatal boat had not arrived, than I ever elsewhere saw in Italy; some and was expected with great impatience. fine walnut and ilex trees intermingled On Monday, 12th May, it came. Williams their dark massy foliage, and formed records the long - wished - for fact in his groups which still haunt my memory, as journal: “Cloudy and threatening weather. then they satiated the eye with a sense of M. Maglian called; and after dinner, and loveliness. The scene was indeed of un- while walking with him on the terrace, we imaginable beauty. The blue extent of discovered a strange sail coming round waters, the almost landlocked bay, the the point of Porto Venere, which proved near castle of Lerici shutting it in to the at length to be Shelley's boat. She had cast, and distant Porto Venere to the left Genoa on Thursday last, but had west; the varied forms of the precipitous been driven back by the prevailing bad rocks that bound in the beach, over which winds. A Mr. Heslop and two English there was only a winding rugged footpath seamen brought her round, and they speak towards Lerici, and none on the other most highly of her performances, She side; the tideless sea leaving no sands does indeed excite my surprise and ad. nor shingle, formed a picture such as one miration. Shelley and I walked to sees in Salvator Rosa's landscapes only. Lerici, and made a stretch off the land to Sometimes the sunshine vanished when try her: and I find she fetches whatever the sirocco raged - the "ponente" the she looks at. In short, we have now a wind was called on that shore, The gales perfect plaything for the summer."-It and squalls that hailed our first arrival was thus that short-sighted mortals welsurrounded the bay with foam; the howl. comed Death, he having disguised his ing wind swept round our exposed house, grim form in a pleasing mask! The time and the sea roared unremittingly, so that of the friends was now spent on the sea; we almost fancied ourselves on board ship. the weather became fine, and our whole At other times sunshine and calm invested party often passed the evenings on the sea and sky, and the rich tints of Italian water when the wind promised pleasant