And brood on thee, but may not blend II "Sleep, sleep on! I love thee not; 66 As full of flowers, as thine of weeds, For thine. III Sleep, sleep, and with the slumber of The dead and the unborn Forget thy life and love; Forget that thou must wake forever; Forget the world's dull scorn; Forget lost health, and the divine Feelings which died in youth's brief morn; And forget me, for I can never Be thine. IV "Like a cloud big with a May shower, My soul weeps healing rain On thee, thou withered flower; It breathes mute music on thy sleep; Its light within thy gloomy breast ii. 7 charmed, Trelawny MS. || chased, Medwin, 1832. iii. 3 love, Trelawny, MS. Mrs. Shelley, 18392 || woe, Medwin, 1832. iii. 7 which, Trelawny MS., Mrs. Shelley, 18392 || that, Medwin, By mine thy being is to its deep Possessed. "The spell is done. How feel you now?" You good when suffering and awake? TO JANE: THE INVITATION BEST and brightest, come away! The brightest hour of unborn Spring, Found it seems the halcyon Morn, To hoar February born. v. 6 Trelawny MS. || 'Twould kill me what would cure my pain. Medwin, 1832, Mrs. Shelley, 18391,2. Rossetti || The To Jane. The Invitation: The Recollection. Pine Forest of the Cascine near Pisa. Mrs. Shelley, 1824, 18391. The Invitation. The Recollection. Mrs. Shelley, 18392. Published by Mrs. Shelley in two versions, the first, 1824, reprinted in this edition under FRAGMENTS, the second, 18392. Bending from Heaven, in azure mirth, Strewed flowers upon the barren way, Away, away, from men and towns, Where the soul need not repress I leave this notice on my door To take what this sweet hour yields. I will pay you in the grave, Death will listen to your stave. To-day is for itself enough. Hope, in pity mock not Woe 34 with, Trelawny MS. || of, Mrs. Shelley, 18392. With smiles, nor follow where I go; Radiant Sister of the Day, And the multitudinous Where the earth and ocean meet, In the universal sun. 43 your, Rossetti. 44 moment's, Trelawny MS. || moment, Mrs. Shelley, 18392. 50 And, Trelawny MS. || To, Mrs. Shelley, 18392. 53 dun, Trelawny MS. || dim, Mrs. Shelley, 18392. THE RECOLLECTION I Now the last day of many days, For now the Earth has changed its face, II We wandered to the Pine Forest The whispering waves were half asleep, It seemed as if the hour were one III We paused amid the pines that stood i. 6 fled, Mrs. Shelley, 1824 || dead, Trelawny MS., Mrs. Shelley, 18392. ii. 2 Ocean, Mrs. Shelley, 18392. |