[Composed May, 1814. TO HARRIET Published (from the Esdaile MSS.) by Dowden, Thy name is struggling ere he Weak is each trembling limb; Oh, trust for once no erring Bid the remorseless feeling flee; 'Tis malice, 'tis revenge, 'tis pride, "Tis anything but thee; Be thou, then, one among mankind TO MARY WOLLSTONECRAFT GODWIN [Composed June, 1814. Published in Posthumous Poems, 1824.] 25 MINE eyes were dim with tears un- Whilst thou alone, then not re shed; garded, The thou alone should be, To spend years thus, and be rewarded, 15 As thou, sweet love, requited me When none were near-Oh! I did wake From torture for that moment's sake. IV Upon my heart thy accents sweet Of peace and pity fell like dew 20 On flowers half dead;-thy lips did meet Mine tremblingly; thy dark eyes 3 fear 1824, 1839; yearn cj. Rossetti. 23 Their [Published in Poetical Works, 1839, 2nd ed. See Editor's Note.] Of thine own beauty from my spirit thrown. That thou yet lovest me; yet thou alone Of aught but thine own features, imaged there; MUTABILITY [Published with Alastor, 1816.] WE are as clouds that veil the midnight moon; Or like forgotten lyres, whose dissonant strings We rest. A dream has power to poison sleep; We feel, conceive or reason, laugh or weep; It is the same !-For, be it joy or sorrow, Man's yesterday may ne'er be like his morrow; 5 10 5 ΙΟ 15 30 thee] thou 1824, 1839. 32 can I 1839; I can 1821. 36 feel'st 1839; feel 1824. Mutability.-15 may 1816; can Lodore, chap. xlix, 1835 (Mrs. Shelley). 16 Nought may endure but 1816; Nor aught endure save Lodore, chap. xlix, 1835 (Mrs. Shelley). ON DEATH [For the date of composition see Editor's Note. Published with THERE IS NO WORK, NOR DEVICE, NOR KNOWLEDGE, NOR WISDOM, IN THE THE pale, the cold, and the moony smile Which the meteor beam of a starless night Sheds on a lonely and sea-girt isle, Ere the dawning of morn's undoubted light, Is the flame of life so fickle and wan That flits round our steps till their strength is gone. O man! hold thee on in courage of soul Through the stormy shades of thy worldly way, And the billows of cloud that around thee roll This world is the nurse of all we know, And the coming of death is a fearful blow To a brain unencompassed with nerves of steel; Shall pass like an unreal mystery. The secret things of the grave are there, 5 ΤΟ 15 Though the fine-wrought eye and the wondrous ear All that is great and all that is strange In the boundless realm of unending change. 20 Who telleth a tale of unspeaking death? Who painteth the shadows that are beneath The wide-winding caves of the peopled tomb? Or uniteth the hopes of what shall be With the fears and the love for that which we see? A SUMMER EVENING CHURCHYARD LECHLADE, GLOUCESTERSHIRE [Composed September, 1815. Published with Alastor, 1816.] 25 30 5 They breathe their spells towards the departing day, Clothing in hues of heaven thy dim and distant spire, ΙΟ 15 The dead are sleeping in their sepulchres: And, mouldering as they sleep, a thrilling sound, Half sense, half thought, among the darkness stirs, Breathed from their wormy beds all living things around, Thus solemnized and softened, death is mild Here could I hope, like some inquiring child Sporting on graves, that death did hide from human sight That loveliest dreams perpetual watch did keep. ΤΟ [Published with Alastor, 1816. See Editor's Note.] ΔΑΚΡΥΣΙ ΔΙΟΙΣΩ ΠΟΤΜΟΝ ΑΠΟΤΜΟΝ. OH! there are spirits of the air, And genii of the evening breeze, And gentle ghosts, with eyes as fair Such lovely ministers to meet Oft hast thou turned from men thy lonely feet. Of these inexplicable things, Thou didst hold commune, and rejoice When they did answer thee; but they Cast, like a worthless boon, thy love away. And thou hast sought in starry eyes Beams that were never meant for thine, To a fond faith! still dost thou pine? Το I of 1816; in 1839. 8 moonlight 1816; mountain 1839. 20 25 30 5 ΙΟ 15 Ah! wherefore didst thou build thine hope Of love, or moving thoughts to thee? Could steal the power to wind thee in their wiles? Yes, all the faithless smiles are fled Whose falsehood left thee broken-hearted; The glory of the moon is dead; Night's ghosts and dreams have now departed; Thine own soul still is true to thee, But changed to a foul fiend through misery. This fiend, whose ghastly presence ever Dark as it is, all change would aggravate. TO WORDSWORTH [Published with Alastor, 1816.] POET of Nature, thou hast wept to know That things depart which never may return: Childhood and youth, friendship and love's first glow, Thus having been, that thou shouldst cease to be. FEELINGS OF A REPUBLICAN ON THE FALL [Published with Alastor, 1816.] I HATED thee, fallen tyrant! I did groan Like thou, shouldst dance and revel on the grave 20 25 30 35 5 ΤΟ 5 |