POEMS WRITTEN IN 1822 LINES I WHEN the lamp is shattered, II As music and splendor Survive not the lamp and the lute, No The heart's echoes render song when the spirit is mute: — No song but sad dirges, Like the wind through a ruined cell, Or the mournful surges That ring the dead seaman's knell. III When hearts have once mingled, Love first leaves the well-built nest; Lines. Published by Mrs. Shelley, 1824. i. 6 tones, Mrs. Shelley, 1824 || notes, Trelawny MS. ii. 6 through, Mrs. Shelley, 1824 || in, Trelawny MS. 8 dead, Mrs. Shelley, 1824 || lost, Trelawny MS. The weak one is singled To endure what it once possessed. For your cradle, your home, and your bier? IV Its passions will rock thee, As the storms rock the ravens on high; From thy nest every rafter Leave thee naked to laughter, When leaves fall and cold winds come. THE MAGNETIC LADY TO HER PATIENT I "SLEEP, sleep on! forget thy pain; My hand is on thy brow, My spirit on thy brain; My pity on thy heart, poor friend; Seal thee from thine hour of woe; iii. 7 choose, Mrs. Shelley, 1824 || chose, Trelawny MS. iv. omit, Trelawny MS. The Magnetic Lady to her Patient. Published by Medwin, Athenæum, August 11, 1832. i. 1, ii. 1 Sleep, Trelawny MS., Mrs. Shelley, 18392 || Sleep on, Medwin. And brood on thee, but may not blend With thine. II "Sleep, sleep on! I love thee not; But when I think that he Who made and makes my lot As full of flowers, as thine of weeds, - For thine. III "Sleep, sleep, and with the slumber of The dead and the unborn Forget thy life and love; Forget that thou must wake forever; Forget the world's dull scorn; Forget lost health, and the divine Feelings which died in youth's brief morn; And forget me, for I can never Be thine. IV "Like a cloud big with a May shower, On thee, thou withered flower; Its light within thy gloomy breast Spreads like a second youth again. ii. 7 charmed, Trelawny MS. || chased, Medwin, 1832. iii. 3 love, Trelawny, MS. Mrs. Shelley, 18392 || woe, Medwin, 1832. iii. 7 which, Trelawny MS., Mrs. Shelley, 18392 || that, Medwin, 1832. By mine thy being is to its deep Possessed. V “The spell is done. How feel you now?” "Better-quite well," replied The sleeper, "What would do You good when suffering and awake? TO JANE: THE INVITATION BEST and brightest, come away! The brightest hour of unborn Spring, v. 6 Trelawny MS. || 'Twould kill me what would cure my pain. Medwin, 1832, Mrs. Shelley, 18391,2. Rossetti The To Jane. The Invitation: The Recollection. Pine Forest of the Cascine near Pisa. Mrs. Shelley, 1824, 18391. The Invitation. The Recollection. Mrs. Shelley, 18392. Published by Mrs. Shelley in two versions, the first, 1824, reprinted in this edition under FRAGMENTS, the second, 18392. Bending from Heaven, in azure mirth, Strewed flowers upon the barren way, Away, away, from men and towns, Where the soul need not repress I leave this notice on my door I will pay you Death will listen to your stave. Expectation too, be off! To-day is for itself enough. Hope, in pity mock not Woe 34 with, Trelawny MS. || of, Mrs. Shelley, 18392. |