ON THE MEDUSA OF LEONARDO DA VINCI IN THE FLORENTINE GALLERY I Ir lieth, gazing on the midnight sky, II Yet it is less the horror than the grace Are graven, till the characters be grown III And from its head as from one body grow, On the Medusa of Leonardo Da Vinci in the Florentine Gallery. Published by Mrs. Shelley, 1824. Composed at Florence. ii. 6 hues, Rossetti. And with unending involutions show Their mailed radiance, as it were to mock The torture and the death within, and saw The solid air with many a ragged jaw. IV And, from a stone beside, a poisonous eft Of sense, has flitted with a mad surprise Out of the cave this hideous light had cleft, And he comes hastening like a moth that hies After a taper; and the midnight sky Flares, a light more dread than obscurity. V 'Tis the tempestuous loveliness of terror; For from the serpents gleams a brazen glare Kindled by that inextricable error, Which makes a thrilling vapor of the air Become a and ever-shifting mirror Of all the beauty and the terror there— A woman's countenance, with serpent locks, Gazing in death on heaven from those wet rocks. THE INDIAN SERENADE I I ARISE from dreams of thee Hath led me who knows how? II The wandering airs, they faint Like sweet thoughts in a dream; MS. | Song The Indian Serenade, Browning MS., Harvard written for an Indian Air, The Liberal, ii., 1822. Indian Air, Mrs. Shelley, 1824. Published in The Liberal, ii., 1822. i. 2 In || From, Copy of Browning MS. 3 When, omit, Harvard MS. 4 shining || burning, Harvard MS., The Liberal, 1822. 7 Hath led, Browning MS., The Liberal, 1822 || Has borne, Harvard MS.; has led, Mrs. Shelley, 1824. ii. 3 The champak odors fail, Harvard MS., The Liberal, 1822, Mrs. Shelley, 1824 || And the champak's, Browning MS. And the champak, Dowden. And the champak odors pine, Allingham. odors of my chaplet, Boscombe MS. As I must die on thine, Oh, beloved as thou art! III Oh, lift me from the grass! press it close to thine again, TO SOPHIA I THOU art fair, and few are fairer They are robes that fit the wearer Those soft limbs of thine, whose motion. As the life within them dances. ii. 7 die, Harvard MS., Mrs. Shelley, 18391 || omit, The Liberal, 1822, Mrs. Shelley, 1824. ii. 8 Oh, Browning MS., Harvard MS., Mrs. Shelley, 18391 || omit, The Liberal, 1822, Mrs. Shelley, 1824. iii. 7 press it close to thine, Harvard MS., Mrs. Shelley, 1824, 18391 || press it to thine own, Browning MS., press me to thine own, The Liberal, 1822. iii. 8 will must, Copy of Browning MS. To Sophia || Sophia, Stacey MS. Lines written for Miss Sophia Stacey, Rossetti, 1870. Published by Rossetti, 1870. II Thy deep eyes, a double Planet, With soft clear fire; the winds that fan it III If, whatever face thou paintest In those eyes, grows pale with pleasure, If the fainting soul is faintest When it hears thy harp's wild measure, Wonder not that when thou speakest Of the weak my heart is weakest. IV As dew beneath the wind of morning, ii. 4 tender, Stacey MS. || gentle, Stacey MS cancelled. |