“She loves me — loves me not." And if this meant a vision long since fled If it meant fortune, fame, or peace of thought— If it meant, but I dread To speak what you may know too well: Still there was truth in the sad oracle. VI The crane o'er seas and forests seeks her home; The sleepless billows on the ocean's breast VII I asked her, yesterday, if she believed Would ne'er have thus relieved His heart with words, but what his judgment bade Would do, and leave the scorner unrelieved. To send to you, but that I know, 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. TO-MORROW WHERE art thou, beloved To-morrow? When young and old, and strong and weak, Rich and poor, through joy and sorrow, Thy sweet smiles we ever seek, LINES IF I walk in Autumn's even A LAMENT I O WORLD! O life! O time! On whose last steps I climb, Trembling at that where I had stood before; To-morrow. Published by Mrs. Shelley, 1824. A Lament. Published by Mrs. Shelley, 1824. II 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 LINES I WHEN the lamp is shattered, II As music and splendor Survive not the lamp and the lute, No The heart's echoes render song when the spirit is mute: No song but sad dirges, Like the wind through a ruined cell, Or the mournful surges That ring the dead seaman's knell. III 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 To endure what it once possessed. For your cradle, your home, and your bier? IV Its passions will rock thee, As the storms rock the ravens on high; Leave thee naked to laughter, When leaves fall and cold winds come. THE MAGNETIC LADY TO HER PATIENT I "SLEEP, sleep on! forget thy pain ; My hand is on thy brow,. My spirit on thy brain; My pity on thy heart, poor friend; The powers of life, and like a sign, Seal thee from thine hour of woe; 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. |