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Cold as a corpse after the spirit's flight,
In winds, and trees, and streams, and all things
In music, and the sweet unconscious tone Of animals, and voices which are human,
Meant to express some feelings of their own; In the soft motions and rare smile of woman,
In flowers and leaves, and in the grass fresh shown
Or dying in the autumn, I the most
And thus I went lamenting, when I saw
Can blast not, but which pity kills; the dew
The Heavens had wept upon it, but the Earth
v. 6 grass fresh, Boscombe MS. || fresh grass, Mrs. Shelley,
vi. 6 like, Boscombe MS. || as, Mrs. Shelley, 1824.
I bore it to my chamber and I planted
It in a vase full of the lightest mould;
Fell through the window panes, disrobed of cold,
Upon its leaves and flowers; the star which panted
The mitigated influences of air
And light revived the plant, and from it grew Strong leaves and tendrils, and its flowers fair, Full as a cup with the vine's burning dew, O'erflowed with golden colors; an atmosphere Of vital warmth enfolded it anew, And every impulse sent to every part The unbeheld pulsations of its heart.
Well might the plant grow beautiful and strong, Even if the air and sun had smiled not on it; For one wept o'er it all the winter long
Tears pure as Heaven's rain, which fell upon it
Hour after hour; for sounds of softest song,
Mixed with the stringèd melodies that won it To leave the gentle lips on which it slept, Had loosed the heart of him who sat and wept.
x. 2 air and sun, Boscombe MS. || sun and air, Mrs. Shelley, 1824.
Had loosed his heart, and shook the leaves and flowers
On which he wept, the while the savage storm Waked by the darkest of December's hours
Was raving round the chamber hushed and
The birds were shivering in their leafless bowers,
We meet not as we parted,
We feel more than all may see;
And thine full of doubt for me.
That moment is gone forever,
Like lightning that flashed and died,
Like a sunbeam upon the tide,
That moment from time was singled
Lines. Published by Garnett, 1862, and dated, 1822.
The cup of its joy was mingled-
Sweet lips, could my heart have hidden
Methinks too little cost