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As the mighty verses tell,
When you die, the silent Moon,
Is not sadder in her cell
When you live again on earth,
Your course of love, and Ariel still
Has tracked your steps and served your will;
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 some of Spring approaching fast,
Oh, that such our death may
Died in sleep, and felt no pain,
To live in happier form again:
From which, beneath Heaven's fairest star,
The artist wrought this loved guitar,
61 its own, Medwin, 1832.
It talks according to the wit
THE keen stars were twinkling,
And the fair moon was rising among them,
The guitar was tinkling,
But the notes were not sweet till
As the moon's soft splendor
O'er the faint cold starlight of heaven
So your voice most tender
To the strings without soul had then given
90 For our beloved Jane, Trelawny MS. || For our belovèd 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.
The stars will awaken,
Though the moon sleep a full hour later
No leaf will be shaken
Whilst the dews of your melody scatter
Though the sound overpowers,
Sing again, with your dear voice revealing
Of some world far from ours,
Where music and moonlight and feeling
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-hearted.
THERE was a little lawny islet
Like mosaic, paven;
iii. 5 your, Mrs. Shelley, 18392 || thy, Medwin, 1832.
iv. 2 your dear, Mrs. Shelley, 18392 || thy sweet, Medwin, 1832. Epitaph. Published by Mrs. Shelley, 1824.
3 the || their, Mrs. Shelley, 18392.
The Isle. Published by Mrs. Shelley, 1824.
And its roof was flowers and leaves
Each a gem engraven ;
Girt by many an azure wave
With which the clouds and mountains pave
ROUGH wind, that moanest loud
Grief too sad for
Wild wind, when sullen cloud
Knells all the night long;
Sad storm, whose tears are vain,
Bare woods whose branches strain,
Wail, for the world's wrong.
LINES WRITTEN IN THE BAY OF LERICI
SHE left me at the silent time
When the moon had ceased to climb
And like an albatross asleep,
A Dirge. Published by Mrs. Shelley, 1824.
6 strain, Rossetti conj. || stain, Mrs. Shelley, 1824. Lines Written in the Bay of Lerici. Macmillan's Magazine, June, 1862.
Published by Garnett,