As the mighty verses tell, When you die, the silent Moon, Is not sadder in her cell Than deserted Ariel. 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 some of Spring approaching fast, To live in happier form again: From which, beneath Heaven's fairest star, 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, 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. III The stars will awaken, Though the moon sleep a full hour later To-night; No leaf will be shaken Whilst the dews of your melody scatter Delight. IV Though the sound overpowers, Sing again, with your dear voice revealing Of some world far from ours, Where music and moonlight and feeling EPITAPH 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. THE ISLE 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 With which the clouds and mountains pave A DIRGE ROUGH wind, that moanest loud LINES WRITTEN IN THE BAY OF LERICI SHE left me at the silent time When the moon had ceased to climb A Dirge. Published by Mrs. Shelley, 1824. 6 strain, Rossetti conj. || stain, Mrs. Shelley, 1824. Lines Written in the Bay of Lerici. Published by Garnett, Macmillan's Magazine, June, 1862. |