THE AZIOLA I "Do you not hear the Aziola cry? Methinks she must be nigh," Said Mary, as we sate In dusk, ere stars were lit, or candles brought; This Aziola was some tedious woman, And laughed, and said, "Disquiet yourself not, 'Tis nothing but a little downy owl." II Sad Aziola! many an eventide Thy music I had heard By wood and stream, meadow and mountain-side, And fields and marshes wide, 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. ΤΟ I ONE word is too often profaned One feeling too falsely disdained II I can give not what men call love, To- — Published by Mrs. Shelley, 1824. REMEMBRANCE I SWIFTER far than summer's flight, As the wood when leaves are shed, II The swallow summer comes again, To fly with thee, false as thou. Sunny leaves from any bough. Remembrance. Trelawny MS. || Song. Harvard MS. A Lament. Mrs. 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. ΠΙ Lilies for a bridal bed, Pansies let my flowers be; On the living grave I bear, Let no friend, however dear, Waste one hope, one fear for me. TO EDWARD WILLIAMS I 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. II 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. The miserable one Turns the mind's poison into food, Its medicine is tears, its evil good. III 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 I scarce can bear; yet I, So deeply is the arrow gone, Should quickly perish if it were withdrawn. IV When I return to my cold home, you ask Of acting a forced part in life's dull scene, In the world's carnival. I sought V 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. |