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"Do you not hear the Aziola cry?
Said Mary, as we sate
In dusk, ere stars were lit, or candles brought; And I, who thought
This Aziola was some tedious woman,
Asked, "Who is Aziola?" How elate I felt to know that it was nothing human, No mockery of myself to fear or hate! And Mary saw my soul,
And laughed, and said, "Disquiet yourself not, 'Tis nothing but a little downy owl."
Sad Aziola! many an eventide
By wood and stream, meadow and mountain-side,
Such as nor voice, nor lute, nor wind, nor bird,
The soul ever stirred;
Unlike and far sweeter than them all.
Sad Aziola! from that moment I
Loved thee and thy sad cry.
The Aziola. Published by Mrs. Shelley, in The Keepsake, 1829.
ONE word is too often profaned
I can give not what men call love,
And the Heavens reject not, —
SWIFTER far than summer's flight,
The swallow summer comes again,
To fly with thee, false as thou.
Remembrance. Trelawny MS. || Song. Harvard MS. A LaMrs. Shelley, 1824. Published by Mrs. Shelley, 1824. i. 2, 3 transpose, Trelawny MS.
5-7 Houghton MS. ||
As the earth when leaves are dead,
As the night when sleep is sped,
As the heart when joy is fled,
Trelawny MS., Harvard MS., Mrs. Shelley, 1824.
i. 8 Houghton MS., Harvard MS., Mrs. Shelley, 1824 || alone, alone, Trelawny MS.
ii. 2 his, Houghton MS. || her, Trelawny MS., Harvard MS., Mrs. Shelley, 1824.
ii. 5 Houghton MS., Harvard MS., Mrs. Shelley, 1824 || My heart to-day desires to-morrow, Trelawny MS.
THE serpent is shut out from paradise.
The wounded deer must seek the herb no more In which its heart-cure lies;
The widowed dove must cease to haunt a bower, Like that from which its mate with feigned sighs Fled in the April hour.
I, too, must seldom seek again
Near happy friends a mitigated pain.
Of hatred I am proud, with scorn content ; Indifference, that once hurt me, now is grown Itself indifferent;
iii. 4 Houghton MS., Harvard MS., Mrs. Shelley, 1824 || Sadder flowers find for me, Trelawny MS.
iii. 8 Houghton MS., Harvard MS., Mrs. Shelley, 1824 || a hope, a fear, Trelawny MS.
To Edward Williams. Rossetti To -. Trelawny MS. Stanzas to... Ascham, 1834. Stanzas. Mrs. Shelley, 18391. Published in Ascham's edition, 1834.
ii. 2 which once hurt me is now, Trelawny MS.
But, not to speak of love, pity alone
Can break a spirit already more than bent.
Turns the mind's poison into food, -
Therefore if now I see you seldomer,
Dear friends, dear friend! know that I only fly Your looks, because they stir
Griefs that should sleep, and hopes that cannot die.
The very comfort that they minister
So deeply is the arrow gone,
Should quickly perish if it were withdrawn.
When I return to my cold home, you ask
Of acting a forced part in life's dull scene, Of wearing on my brow the idle mask
Of author, great or mean,
Full half an hour, to-day, I tried my lot
With various flowers, and every one still said,
iii. 2 Dear friends, dear friend, Trelawny MS., Mrs. Shelley, 18392 || Dear gentle friend, Mrs. Shelley, 18391.
iv. 2 ever, Mrs. Shelley, 18391 || lately, Trelawny MS.
4 in, Trelawny MS. || on, Mrs. Shelley, 18391.