Autumn evening, and the morn I love waves, and winds, and storms, Which is Nature's, and may be VII I love tranquil solitude, And such society As is quiet, wise, and good; Between thee and me What difference? but thou dost possess The things I seek, not love them less. TO NIGHT I SWIFTLY walk o'er the western wave, Out of the misty eastern cave, Where all the long and lone daylight II Wrap thy form in a mantle gray, Blind with thine hair the eyes of Day; III When I arose and saw the dawn, When light rode high, and the dew was gone, And noon lay heavy on flower and tree, And the weary Day turned to his rest, To Night. Published by Mrs. Shelley, 1824. i. 1 o'er, Harvard MS. || over, Mrs. Shelley, 1824. iii. 5 his || her, Rossetti. IV Thy brother Death came, and cried, Thy sweet child Sleep, the filmy-eyed, V Death will come when thou art dead, Sleep will come when thou art fled; ΤΟ MUSIC, when soft voices die, Odors, when sweet violets sicken, Rose leaves, when the rose is dead, And so thy thoughts, when thou art gone, To Published by Mrs. Shelley, 1824. ΤΟ I WHEN passion's trance is overpast, II It were enough to feel, to see and burn and be The secret food of fires unseen, Couldst thou but be as thou hast been. III After the slumber of the year And sky and sea, but two, which move To. Published by Mrs. Shelley, 1824. MUTABILITY I THE flower that smiles to-day All that we wish to stay, Tempts and then flies. What is this world's delight? II Virtue, how frail it is! Friendship how rare! Love, how it sells poor bliss But we, though soon they fall, Survive their joy and all Which ours we call. III Whilst skies are blue and bright, Whilst eyes that change ere night Whilst yet the calm hours creep, Mutability. Published by Mrs. Shelley, 1824. ii. 2 how, Boscombe MS. || too, Mrs. Shelley, 1824. 5 though soon we, or so soon they, Rossetti conj. |