Whom, a mighty enchantress filling up, 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 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. "OH, THAT A CHARIOT OF CLOUD WERE MINE!" OH, that a chariot of cloud were mine! Of cloud which the wild tempest weaves in air, When the moon over the ocean's line Is spreading the locks of her bright gray hair. Oh, that a chariot of cloud were mine! I would sail on the waves of the billowy wind To the mountain peak and the rocky lake, And the ... THE fierce beasts of the woods and wildernesses Track not the steps of him who drinks of it; For the light breezes, which forever fleet Around its margin, heap the sand thereon. HE WANDERS He wanders, like a day-appearing dream, "Oh, that a Chariot of Cloud were Mine!" || Fragment of a Song. Forman. A Cloud Chariot, Dowden. Published by Garnett, 1862, dated 1817. "The Fierce Beasts" || The Stream's Margin, Dowden. Published by Rossetti, 1870, dated 1818. "He wanders" || Wandering, Forman; A Wanderer, Dowden. Published by Mrs. Shelley, 18391, dated 1821. THE DESERTS OF SLEEP I WENT into the deserts of dim sleep That world which, like an unknown wilderness, Bounds this with its recesses wide and deep. A DREAM METHOUGHT I was a billow in the crowd Of common men, that stream without a shore, That ocean which at once is deaf and loud; That I, a man, stood amid many more AND where is truth? On tombs? for such to thee The Deserts of Sleep, Forman. Published by Rossetti, 1870, dated 1820. A Dream, Forman. Published by Rossetti, 1870, dated 1821. The Heart's Tomb || Dead but not forgotten, Forman; The Tomb of Memory, Dowden. Published by Mrs. Shelley, 18391, dated 1819. 1 on || in, Rossetti conj. HOPE, FEAR, AND DOUBT SUCH hope, as is the sick despair of good, Such doubt, as is pale Expectation's food ... "ALAS! THIS IS NOT WHAT I THOUGHT LIFE WAS." ALAS! this is not what I thought life was. The hearts of others And when I went among my kind, with triple brass CROWNED AND that I walk thus proudly crowned withal Is that 'tis my distinction; if I fall, Hope, Fear, and Doubt, Forman. Published by Garnett, 1862, dated 1820. "Alas! this is not what I thought Life was " || joined with preceding fragment by Forman. Published by Mrs. Shelley, 18391, dated 1820. Crowned || Couplets, Forman. Published by Mrs. Shelley, 18391, dated 1821. |