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Autumn evening, and the morn
I love snow, and all the forms
Of the radiant frost;
And such society
Between thee and me
And like light can flee,
Spirit, I love thee.
SWIFTLY walk o'er the western wave,
Spirit of Night!
Swift be thy flight !
Wrap thy form in a mantle gray,
When I arose and saw the dawn,
I sighed for thee; 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, Lingering like an unloved guest,
I sighed for thee.
To Night. Published by Mrs. Shelley, 1824. i. 1 o'er, Harvard MS. || over, Mrs. Shelley, 1824. iii. 5 his || her, Rossetti.
Thy brother Death came, and cried,
Wouldst thou me?
No, not thee!
Death will come when thou art dead,
Soon, too soon;
Come soon, soon!
MUSIC, when soft voices die,
Rose leaves, when the rose is dead,
To — Published by Mrs. Shelley, 1824.
I WHEN passion's trance is overpast, If tenderness and truth could last, Or live, whilst all wild feelings keep Some mortal slumber, dark and deep, I should not weep, I should not weep!
It were enough to feel, to see
III After the slumber of the year The woodland violets reappear; All things revive in field or grove, And sky and sea, but two, which move And form all others, life and love.
Published by Mrs. Shelley, 1824.
THE flower that smiles to-day
To-morrow dies; All that we wish to stay,
Tempts and then flies. What is this world's delight? Lightning that mocks the night,
Brief even as bright.
Virtue, how frail it is !
Friendship how rare !
For proud despair!
Which ours we call.
Whilst skies are blue and bright,
Whilst flowers are gay, Whilst eyes that change ere night
Make glad the day, Whilst yet the calm hours creep, Dream thou — and from thy sleep
Then wake to weep.
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.