V We paused beside the pools that lie Each seemed as 'twere a little sky In which the lovely forests grew, More perfect both in shape and hue There lay the glade and neighboring lawn, Out of a speckled cloud. Sweet views which in our world above Of that fair forest green. And all was interfused beneath With an Elysian glow, An atmosphere without a breath, A softer day below. Like one beloved the scene had lent To the dark water's breast, Its every leaf and lineament With more than truth expressed; Until an envious wind crept by, v. 13 and the, Rossetti. Which from the mind's too faithful eye Blots one dear image out. Though thou art ever fair and kind, The forests ever green, Less oft is peace in Shelley's mind, This slave of Music, for the sake v. 34 The || And, Rossetti. 35 Shelley's || —, Trelawny MS., S -'s, Mrs. Shelley, 18392. 36 waters, Mrs. Shelley, 18392 || water, Trelawny MS. With a Guitar: to Jane. Trelawny MS. || 43-90 With a Guitar. Athenæum, October 20, 1832; 1-42 To A. B. with a Guitar. Fraser's, January, 1833; To a Lady with a Guitar, Mrs. Shelley, 18392. Published by Medwin, as above, 1832-33. 12 Of love that never, Fraser, 1833. As the mighty verses tell, To the throne of Naples he Flitting on, your prow before, When you die, the silent Moon, When you live again on earth, Your course of love, and Ariel still Has tracked your steps and served your will; Now in humbler, happier lot, This is all remembered not; And now, alas! the poor sprite is From you, he only dares to crave, The artist who this idol wrought And dreaming, some of Autumn past, And some of Spring approaching fast, Oh, that such our death may be! To live in happier form again: From which, beneath Heaven's fairest star, The artist wrought this loved guitar, And taught it justly to reply, To all who question skilfully, 61 its own, Medwin, 1832. It talks according to the wit TO JANE I THE keen stars were twinkling, And the fair moon was rising among them, Dear Jane. The guitar was tinkling, But the notes were not sweet till you sung them Again. II As the moon's soft splendor O'er the faint cold starlight of heaven Is thrown, So your voice most tender To the strings without soul had then given Its own. 90 For our beloved Jane, Trelawny MS. || For our beloved friend, Medwin, 1832; For one beloved friend, Palgrave. To Jane, Trelawny MS. || ii.-iv., An Ariette for Music. To a Lady singing to her Accompaniment on the Guitar. The Athenæum, November 17, 1832, Mrs. Shelley, 18391. i.-iv., To -. -. Mrs. Shelley, 18392. Published by Medwin and Mrs. Shelley, as above. i. 3 Dear. . . Mrs. Shelley, 18392. ii. 4 your, Mrs. Shelley, 18392, || thy Medwin, 1832. 5 had then, Mrs. Shelley, 18392 || has, Medwin, 1832. |