LINES WRITTEN FOR THE INDIAN O PILLOW cold and wet with tears! LINES WRITTEN FOR THE ODE TO LIBERTY WITHIN a cavern of man's trackless spirit Is throned an Image, so intensely fair That the adventurous thoughts that wander near it Worship, and as they kneel tremble and wear The splendor of its presence, and the light Penetrates their dreamlike frame Till they become charged with the strength of flame. STANZA WRITTEN FOR THE ODE WRITTEN OCTOBER, 1819 GATHER, oh, gather, Foeman and friend in love and peace! Waves sleep together When the blasts that called them to battle cease. For fangless Power, grown tame and mild, Is at play with Freedom's fearless child — Lines written for the Indian Serenade. Published by Rossetti, 1870. Lines written for the Ode to Liberty. Published by Garnett, 1862. Stanza written for the Ode written October, 1819. Published in The Times (Rossetti). LINES CONNECTED WITH EPIPSYCHIDION HERE, my dear friend, is a new book for you; To other friends, one female and one male,- Free love has this, different from gold and clay, That to divide is not to take away. Like ocean, which the general north wind breaks A thousand images of loveliness. Lines connected with Epipsychidion. Published, 1–37, 62–91, by Mrs. Shelley, 18392, 1-174, by Garnett (To His Genius. Miscellaneous Fragments), 1862. If I were one whom the loud world held wise, I should disdain to quote authorities In commendation of this kind of love. Why there is first the God in heaven above, Who wrote a book called Nature 'tis to be Reviewed, I hear, in the next Quarterly; And Socrates, the Jesus Christ of Greece, And Jesus Christ himself did never cease To urge all living things to love each other, And to forgive their mutual faults, and smother The Devil of disunion in their souls. I love you! - Listen, O embodied Ray Of the great Brightness; I must pass away While you remain, and these light words must be Tokens by which you may remember me. Start not the thing you are is unbetrayed, If you are human, and if but the shade Of some sublimer Spirit. And as to friend or mistress, 'tis a form; Perhaps I wish you were one. Some declare You a familiar spirit, as you are; Others with a more inhuman Hint that, though not my wife, you are a woman What is the color of your eyes and hair? Why, if you were a lady, it were fair The world should know but, as I am afraid, 29 commendation, Garnett, 1862 || the support, Mrs. Shelley, 18392. 54 if, omit, Rossetti. Their litany of curses some guess right, Which lifted from her limbs the veil of stone. It is a sweet thing, friendship, a dear balm, A happy and auspicious bird of calm, Which rides o'er life's ever tumultuous Ocean; A God that broods o'er chaos in commotion; A flower which fresh as Lapland roses are, Lifts its bold head into the world's frore air, And blooms most radiantly when others die, Health, hope, and youth, and brief prosperity; And with the light and odor of its bloom, Shining within the dungeon and the tomb; Whose coming is as light and music are 'Mid dissonance and gloom - a star Which moves not 'mid the moving heavens aloneA smile among dark frowns-a gentle tone Among rude voices, a beloved light, A solitude, a refuge, a delight. If I had but a friend! Why, I have three 67 frore, Rossetti || pure, Mrs. Shelley, 18392. I should describe you in heroic style, A lovely soul, formed to be blessed and bless; A lute which those whom Love has taught to play Make music on to cheer the roughest day, And enchant sadness till it sleeps? To the oblivion whither I and thou, On Agathon's sweet lips, which as he spoke I'll pawn My hopes of Heaven - you know what they are That the presumptuous pedagogues of Earth, If they could tell the riddle offered here What now they seem and are - but let them chide, They have few pleasures in the world beside; |