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Let us remain together still,
How can I call the lone night good,
To hearts which near each other move
ii. 1 How were the night without thee good, Stacey MS.
iii. 1 The hearts that on each other beat, Stacey MS., The, Har
vard MS. cancelled.
iii. 3 Have nights as good as they are sweet, Stacey MS.
iii. 4 They || But, Stacey MS.
POEMS WRITTEN IN 1821
DIRGE FOR THE YEAR
ORPHAN hours, the year is dead,
For the year is but asleep.
As an earthquake rocks a corse
So White Winter, that rough nurse,
As the wild air stirs and sways
Rocks the year: - be calm and mild,
Dirge for the Year. Published by Mrs. Shelley, 1824, and dated January 1, 1821.
ii. 4 death-cold, Mrs. Shelley, 1824 || dead-cold, Mrs. Shelley,
Trembling hours; she will arise
March with grief doth howl and rave, And April weeps - but, O ye hours! Follow with May's fairest flowers.
UNFATHOMABLE Sea! whose waves are years, Ocean of Time, whose waters of deep woe Are brackish with the salt of human tears! Thou shoreless flood, which in thy ebb and flow
Claspest the limits of mortality,
And sick of prey, yet howling on for more, Vomitest thy wrecks on its inhospitable shore; Treacherous in calm, and terrible in storm, Who shall put forth on thee, Unfathomable Sea?
Time. Published by Mrs. Shelley, 1824.
FROM THE ARABIC
My faint spirit was sitting in the light
It panted for thee like the hind at noon
Thy barb, whose hoofs outspeed the tempest's flight,
My heart, for my weak feet were weary soon, Did companion thee.
Ah! fleeter far than fleetest storm or steed,
The heart which tender thought clothes like a dove
With the wings of care;
In the battle, in the darkness, in the need,
Nor claim one smile for all the comfort, love,
RARELY, rarely, comest thou,
From the Arabic. Published by Mrs. Shelley, 1824.
Wherefore hast thou left me now
How shall ever one like me
As a lizard with the shade
Of a trembling leaf,
Thou with sorrow art dismayed;
Reproach thee, that thou art not near,
Let me set my mournful ditty
Thou wilt come for pleasure;
Pity then will cut away
Those cruel wings, and thou wilt stay.
I love all that thou lovest,
Spirit of Delight!
The fresh Earth in new leaves dressed, And the starry night;