TORPOR My head is heavy, my limbs are weary, "WAKE THE SERPENT NOT" WAKE the serpent not- lest he Let him crawl which yet lies sleeping "IS NOT TO-DAY ENOUGH?" Is not to-day enough? Why do I peer And will the day that follows change thy doom? Few flowers grow upon thy wintry way; Torpor Weariness, Dowden. Published by Garnett, 1862, dated 1820. "Wake the Serpent not " || The Serpent, Forman. Published by Mrs. Shelley, 18392, dated 1819. Forebodings, Dowden. Published to wail and wander With short uneasy steps to pause and ponderTo feel the blood run through the veins and tingle Where busy thought and blind sensation mingle; To nurse the image of unfelt caresses Till dim imagination just possesses The half-created shadow. LOVE WEALTH and dominion fade into the mass Of the great sea of human right and wrong, When once from our possession they must pass ; But love, though misdirected, is among The things which are immortal, and surpass All that frail stuff which will be or which was. To thirst and find no Fill" || Unsatisfied Desires, Forman. Unsatisfied Desire, Dowden. Published by Mrs. Shelley, 18391, dated 1817. 7 half-created self-created, Rossetti conj. Love Wealth and Love, Forman; Love Immortal, Dowden. Published by Mrs. Shelley, 18391, dated 1817. MUSIC I PANT for the music which is divine, II Let me drink of the spirit of that sweet sound, The dissolving strain through every vein III As the scent of a violet withered up, Which grew by the brink of a silver lake, When the hot noon has drained its dewy cup, And mist there was none its thirst to slake And the violet lay dead while the odor flew On the wings of the wind o'er the waters blue — IV As one who drinks from a charmed cup Of foaming, and sparkling, and murmuring wine, Music. Published by Mrs. Shelley, 1824. dated 1821. Whom, a mighty enchantress filling up, TO ONE SINGING My spirit like a charmèd bark doth swim Of rapture as a boat, with swift sails winging Its way adown some many-winding river. TO MUSIC SILVER key of the fountain of tears, Where the spirit drinks till the brain is wild; Softest grave of a thousand fears, Where their mother, Care, like a drowsy child, Is laid asleep in flowers. TO MUSIC No, Music, thou art not the "food of Love," To One singing, Forman. Published by Mrs. Shelley, 18391, dated 1817. To Music, Forman. Published by Mrs. Shelley, 18391, dated 1817. To Music, Forman. Published by Mrs. Shelley, 18391, dated 1817. 1 food, Forman || God, Mrs. Shelley, 18391. "I FAINT, I PERISH WITH MY LOVE!" I FAINT, I perish with my love! I grow And like a wave under the calm I fail. TO SILENCE SILENCE! Oh, well are Death and Sleep and Thou Three brethren named, the guardians gloomywinged Of one abyss, where life, and truth, and joy Are swallowed up yet spare me, Spirit, pity me, Until the sounds I hear become my soul, This wandering melody until it rests “I faint, I perish with my love." Published by Rossetti, 1870, dated 1821. To Silence, Forman || Appeal to Silence, Dowden. Published by Garnett, 1862, dated 1818. 4 0 Spirit, Mrs. Shelley, Clarke transcript. 8 These wandering melodies. . . Mrs. Shelley, Clarke transcript. |