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"She loves me - loves me not.”
To speak what you may know too well: Still there was truth in the sad oracle.
The crane o'er seas and forests seeks her home ;
The sleepless billows on the ocean's breast
Break like a bursting heart, and die in foam,
Where my weak heart and all its throbs will cease.
I asked her, yesterday, if she believed
Would ne'er have His heart with words,
but what his judgment
Would do, and leave the scorner unrelieved.
To send to you, but that I know, Happy yourself, you feel another's woe.
vi. 3 Whence, Mrs. Shelley, 18391.
8 will, Mrs. Shelley, 18392 | shall, Mrs. Shelley, 18391. vii. 5 unrelieved, Trelawny MS., Mrs. Shelley, 18392 || unreprieved, Mrs. Shelley, 18391.
vii. 6 were, Trelawny MS.
WHERE art thou, beloved To-morrow?
IF I walk in Autumn's even
O WORLD! O life! O time!
On whose last steps I climb,
Trembling at that where I had stood before; When will return the glory of your prime? No more - oh, never more!
To-morrow. Published by Mrs. Shelley, 1824.
A Lament. Published by Mrs. Shelley, 1824.
Out of the day and night
A joy has taken flight;
Fresh spring, and summer, and winter hoar,
Move my faint heart with grief, but with delight oh, never more!
POEMS WRITTEN IN 1822
WHEN the lamp is shattered, The light in the dust lies dead;
When the cloud is scattered,
When the lute is broken,
As music and splendor
Survive not the lamp and the lute,
No song when the spirit is mute : —
Like the wind through a ruined cell,
That ring the dead seaman's knell.
When hearts have once mingled, Love first leaves the well-built nest;
Lines. Published by Mrs. Shelley, 1824.
i. 6 tones, Mrs. Shelley, 1824 || notes, Trelawny MS. ii. 6 through, Mrs. Shelley, 1824 || in, Trelawny MS.
8 dead, Mrs. Shelley, 1824 || lost, Trelawny MS.
The weak one is singled
The frailty of all things here,
Why choose you the frailest
For your cradle, your home, and your bier?
Its passions will rock thee,
As the storms rock the ravens on high;
From thy nest every rafter
Leave thee naked to laughter,
When leaves fall and cold winds come.
THE MAGNETIC LADY TO HER PATIENT
SLEEP, sleep on! forget thy pain;
My pity on thy heart, poor friend;
The powers of life, and like a sign,
iii. 7 choose, Mrs. Shelley, 1824 || chose, Trelawny MS. iv. omit, Trelawny MS.
The Magnetic Lady to her Patient. Published by Medwin, Athenæum, August 11, 1832.
i. 1, ii. 1 Sleep, Trelawny MS., Mrs. Shelley, 18392 || Sleep on, Medwin.