And all was interfused beneath

With an Elysian glow,

An atmosphere without a breath,

A softer day below.

Like one beloved the scene had lent
To the dark water's breast,

Its every leaf and lineament

With more than truth exprest;

Until an envious wind crept by,

Like an unwelcome thought,

Which from the mind's too faithful

Blots one dear image out. Though thou art ever fair and kind, The forests ever green,

Less oft is peace in Shelley's mind,

Than calm in waters seen.

CANCELLED PASSAGE

eye

Were not the crocuses that

grew

Under that ilex-tree

As beautiful in scent and hue

As ever fed the bee?

"The artist wrought this loved Guitar, And taught it justly to reply

In language gentle as thine own."