That owns no master; while the loathliest ward Of this wide prison, England, is a nest Of cradling peace built on the mountain tops,To which the eagle spirits of the free, Which range through heaven and earth, and scorn the storm Of time, and gaze upon the light of truth, Like eaglets floating in the heaven of time, SCENE V ARCHY I'll go live under the ivy that overgrows the terrace, and count the tears shed on its old [roots?] as the [wind?] plays the song of "A widow bird sate mourning (Sings) Heigho! the lark and the owl! One flies the morning, and one lulls the night; Only the nightingale, poor fond soul, Sings like the fool through darkness and light. 48 no, Mrs. Shelley, 1824 || a, Rossetti. ward, Rossetti || spot, Mrs. Shelley, 1824. ' 50 cradled, Mrs. Shelley, 1824. 54, 55: Return to brood over the [ ] thoughts 7 lulls flies, Forman conj. Mrs. Shelley, 1824. "A widow bird sate mourning for her love Upon a wintry bough ; The frozen wind crept on above, The freezing stream below. There was no leaf upon the forest bare, No flower upon the ground, And little motion in the air Except the mill-wheel's sound." FRAGMENTS OF AN UNFINISHED DRAMA [An Enchantress, living in one of the islands of the Indian Archipelago, saves the life of a Pirate, a man of savage but noble nature. She becomes enamoured of him; and he, inconstant to his mortal love, for a while returns her passion: but at length, recalling the memory of her whom he left, and who laments his loss, he escapes from the enchanted island, and returns to his lady. His mode of life makes him again go to sea, and the Enchantress seizes the opportunity to bring him, by a spirit-brewed tempest, back to her island.] Scene - Before the Cavern of the Indian Enchantress. The ENCHANTRESS comes forth. ENCHANTRESS He came like a dream in the dawn of life, And for my sake Make answer the while my heart shall break! But my heart has a music which Echo's lips, Though tender and true, yet can answer not, And the shadow that moves in the soul's eclipse Can return not the kiss by his now forgot; Fragments of an Unfinished Drama. Published, 1-69, 100-120, by Mrs. Shelley, 1824, 127-238, by Garnett (The Magic Plant), 1862, and the whole, revised and augmented, by Rossetti, 1870. Dated, 1821-22. Sweet lips! he who hath Cast the darkness of absence, worse than death! (The ENCHANTRESS makes her spell: she is answered by a Spirit) SPIRIT Within the silent centre of the earth My mansion is; where I have lived insphered Of this dim spot, which mortals call the world; Of gold and stone, and adamantine iron. clouds, And lastly light, whose interfusion dawns [A good Spirit, who watches over the Pirate's fate, leads, in a ysterious manner, the lady of his love to the Enchanted Isle. She is accompanied by a youth, who loves the lady, but whose passion she returns only with a sisterly affection. The ensuing scene takes place between them on their arrival at the Isle.] INDIAN YOUTH and LADY INDIAN And, if my grief should still be dearer to me LADY I offer only That which I seek, some human sympathy In this mysterious island. My brain is dizzy, and I scarce know whether LADY Peace, perturbed heart! I am to thee only as thou to mine, The passing wind which heals the brow at noon, Loved! Oh, I love. Methinks This word of love is fit for all the world, And that for gentle hearts another name Would speak of gentler thoughts than the world owns. I have loved. INDIAN And thou lovest not? if so Young as thou art thou canst afford to weep. |