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And thy tears upon my head
Hasten to the bridal bed
Clasp me, till our hearts be grown
We may dream, in that long sleep,
Thou mayst dream of her with me.
Let us laugh, and make our mirth,
As dogs bay the moonlight clouds,
viii. 5 frozen || molten, Forman conj.
x. 2 shadows, Mrs. Shelley, 18391 lovers, Medwin, 1832, Boscombe MS.
xii. 4 That, Medwin, 1832.
All the wide world beside us
WRITTEN IN DEJECTION, NEAR NAPLES
THE sun is warm, the sky is clear,
The waves are dancing fast and bright;
The purple noon's transparent might;
Like many a voice of one delight,
xiii. 2 Show, Mrs. Shelley, 18391 || Are, Medwin, 1832. 3 Puppets passing, Mrs. Shelley, 18391 || Shadows shifting, Medwin, 1832.
xiii. 4, 5, Mrs. Shelley, 18391 ||
What but mockery may they mean?
Published by Mrs. Shelley, 1824.
i. 4 might, Boscombe MS. || light, Mrs. Shelley, 1824.
5 Benbow, 1826, Mrs. Shelley, 18391; omit, Mrs. Shelley, 1824; moist earth, Boscombe MS. | moist air, Mrs. Shelley, 18391; west wind, Medwin, 1847.
I see the Deep's untrampled floor
With green and purple sea-weeds strown;
Like light dissolved in star-showers, thrown;
Is flashing round me, and a tone
How sweet! did any heart now share in my
Alas! I have nor hope nor health,
Nor peace within nor calm around,
And walked with inward glory crowned-
Smiling they live, and call life pleasure ; — To me that cup has been dealt in another mea
Yet now despair itself is mild,
Even as the winds and waters are;
I could lie down like a tired child,
ii. 8 measured, Mrs. Shelley, 1824 || mingled, Medwin, 1847. 9 did any heart now, Mrs. Shelley, 1824 || if any heart could, Medwin, 1847.
iv. 4 the, Mrs. Shelley, 1824 || this, Medwin, 1847.
Till death like sleep might steal on me,
And I might feel in the warm air
My cheek grow cold, and hear the sea Breathe o'er my dying brain its last monotony.
Some might lament that I were cold,
Will linger, though enjoyed, like joy in memory
LIFT not the painted veil which those who live Call Life; though unreal shapes be pictured
And it but mimic all we would believe
With colors idly spread, -behind, lurk Fear
I knew one who had lifted it- he sought,
iv. 9 dying, Mrs. Shelley, 1824 || outworn, Medwin, 1847. Sonnet. Published by Mrs. Shelley, 1824.
6 Mrs. Shelley, 18391 || The shadows, which the world calls substance, there, Mrs. Shelley, 1824.
7 had, Mrs. Shelley, 18391 || omit, Mrs. Shelley, 1824.