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ONE word is too often profaned
For me to profane it,
For thee to disdain it;
For prudence to smother, And pity from thee more dear
Than that from another.
I can give not what men call love,
But wilt thou accept not
And the Heavens reject not,
Of the night for the morrow, The devotion to something afar
From the sphere of our sorrow ? То Published by Mrs. Shelley, 1824.
I am left lone, alone.
The swallow summer comes again,
To fly with thee, false as thou.
Sunny leaves from any bough.
Remembrance. Trelawny MS. || Song. Harvard MS. A Lament. Mrs. Shelley, 1824. Published by Mrs. Shelley, 1824. i. 2, 3 transpose, Trelawny MS. 5–7 Houghton MS. ||
As the earth when leaves are dead,
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.
Waste one hope, one fear for me.
TO EDWARD WILLIAMS
I The serpent is shut out from paradise. The wounded deer must seek the herb no more
In which its heart-cure lies ;
Fled in the April hour.
II Of hatred I am proud, - 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. To Edward Williams. Rossetti || TO Trelawny MS. Stan
. . Ascham, 1834. Stanzas. Mrs. Shelley, 18391. Published in Ascham's edition, 1834.
ii. 2 which once hurt me is now, Trelawny MS.
But, not to speak of love, pity alone
The miserable one
Therefore if now I see you seldomer,
Your looks, because they stir
I scarce can bear; yet I,
When I return to my cold home, you ask
You spoil me for the task
Of author, great or mean,
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.
Mrs. Shelley, 18391|| lately, Trelawny MS. 4 in, Trelawny MS. || on, Mrs. Shelley, 18391.
iv. 2 ever,
“ She loves me
loves me not." And if this meant a vision long since fled If it meant fortune, fame, or peace of thought If it meant,
but I dread To speak what you may know too well : Still there was truth in the sad oracle.
The crane o'er seas and forests seeks her home;
When it no more would roam ;
And thus at length find rest:
weak heart and all its throbs will cease.
I asked her, yesterday, if she believed
Would ne'er have thus relieved
These verses are too sad
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.