TO ZEPHYR

COME, thou awakener of the spirit's ocean,
Zephyr, whom to thy cloud or cave

No thought can trace! speed with thy gentle motion !

"FOLLOW"

FOLLOW to the deep wood's weeds,
Follow to the wild briar dingle,
Where we seek to intermingle,

And the violet tells her tale
To the odor-scented gale,

For they two have enough to do

Of such work as I and you.

THE RAIN-WIND

THE gentleness of rain was in the wind.

RAIN

THE fitful alternations of the rain,

When the chill wind, languid as with pain

To Zephyr The Awakener, Dowden. Published by Rossetti, 1870, dated 1821.

"Follow" || Fragment of an Invitation, Forman. Published by Garnett, 1862, dated 1819.

The Rain-wind || Rain and Wind, Dowden. Rossetti, 1870, dated 1821.

Published by

Rain || Fitful Rain, Forman. Published by Mrs. Shelley, 18392, dated 1819.

Of its own heavy moisture, here and there
Drives through the gray and beamless atmosphere.

"WHEN SOFT WINDS "

WHEN Soft winds and

sunny skies

With the green earth harmonize,

And the young and dewy dawn,
Bold as an unhunted fawn,

Up the windless heaven is gone,

Laugh-for, ambushed in the day,
Clouds and whirlwinds watch their prey.

THE VINE

FLOURISHING vine, whose kindling clusters glow Beneath the autumnal sun, none

thee;

For thou dost shroud a ruin, and below
The rotting bones of dead antiquity.

taste of

THE WANING MOON

AND like a dying lady, lean and pale,
Who totters forth, wrapped in a gauzy veil,
Out of her chamber, led by the insane

And feeble wanderings of her fading brain,

"When soft winds" || Insecurity, Forman. Ambushed Dangers, Dowden. Published by Mrs. Shelley, 18391, dated 1821.

The Vine | The Vine amid Ruins, Dowden. Published by Rossetti, 1870, dated 1818.

The Waning Moon. Published by Mrs. Shelley, 1824, dated 1820.

The moon arose up in the murky East,
A white and shapeless mass.

TO THE MOON

BRIGHT wanderer, fair coquette of heaven,
To whom alone it has been given
To change and be adored forever,
Envy not this dim world, for never
But once within its shadow grew
One fair as

TO THE MOON

I

ART thou pale for weariness

Of climbing heaven and gazing on the earth,
Wandering companionless

Among the stars that have a different birth,
And ever changing, like a joyless eye
That finds no object worth its constancy?

II

Thou chosen sister of the spirit,

That gazes on thee till in thee it pities

5 in the murky East, Boscombe MS. | in the murky Earth, Mrs. Shelley, 1824; on the murky Earth, Mrs. Shelley, 1847.

To the Moon, Forman. Published by Garnett, 1862, dated 1822. To the Moon. Published i. by Mrs. Shelley, 1824, and ii. by Rossetti, 1870, dated 1820.

POETRY AND MUSIC

How sweet it is to sit and read the tales
Of mighty poets, and to hear the while
Sweet music, which when the attention fails
Fills the dim pause!

'A GENTLE STORY"

A GENTLE story of two lovers young,

Who met in innocence and died in sorrow,
And of one selfish heart, whose rancor clung
Like curses on them; are ye slow to borrow
The lore of truth from such a tale?
Or in this world's deserted vale,
Do ye not see a star of gladness

Pierce the shadows of its sadness,

When ye are cold, that love is a light sent From heaven, which none shall quench, to cheer the innocent?

THE LADY OF THE SOUTH

FAINT with love, the Lady of the South
Lay in the paradise of Lebanon

Poetry and Music, Forman. Published by Mrs. Shelley, 18392, dated 1819.

"A Gentle Story." Published by Mrs. Shelley, 18392, dated 1819.

The Lady of the South || Love, Forman. Published by Rossetti, 1870, dated 1821.

Under a heaven of cedar boughs; the drouth
Of love was on her lips; the light was gone
Out of her eyes.

ONE sung

THE TALE UNTOLD

of thee who left the tale untold, Like the false dawns which perish in the burst

ing;

Like empty cups of wrought and dædal gold, Which mock the lips with air, when they are thirsting.

WINE OF EGLANTINE

I AM drunk with the honey wine
Of the moon-unfolded eglantine,
Which fairies catch in hyacinth bowls.
The bats, the dormice, and the moles
Sleep in the walls or under the sward
Of the desolate Castle yard;

And when 'tis spilt on the summer earth
Or its fumes arise among the dew,
Their jocund dreams are full of mirth,
They gibber their joy in sleep; for few
Of the fairies bear those bowls so new!

The Tale Untold || An Unfinished Tale, Forman. A Tale Untold, Dowden. Published by Mrs. Shelley, 18392, dated 1819.

Wine of Eglantine, Forman. Published by Mrs. Shelley, 18391, dated 1819.