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Whom, a mighty enchantress filling up,
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My spirit like a charmèd bark doth swim
Upon the liquid waves of thy sweet singing,
Far away into the regions dim

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,"
Unless Love feeds upon its own sweet self,
Till it becomes all Music murmurs of.

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
Frail as a cloud whose [splendors] pale
Under the evening's ever-changing glow ;
I die like mist upon the gale,

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

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Until the sounds I hear become my soul,
And it has left these faint and weary limbs,
To track along the lapses of the air

This wandering melody until it rests
Among lone mountains in some

"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

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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,
Through the dim wildernesses of the mind;
Through desert woods and tracts, which seem
Like ocean, homeless, boundless, unconfined.

"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

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AND where is truth? On tombs? for such to thee
Has been my heart-and thy dead memory
Has lain from childhood, many a changeful year,
Unchangingly preserved and buried there.

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 fear, as is the certainty of ill,

Such doubt, as is pale Expectation's food
Turned while she tastes to poison, when the will
Is powerless, and the spirit

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"ALAS! THIS IS NOT WHAT I THOUGHT LIFE WAS."

ALAS! this is not what I thought life was.
I knew that there were crimes and evil men,
Misery and hate; nor did I hope to pass
Untouched by suffering, through the rugged glen.
In mine own heart I saw as in a glass

The hearts of others

And when

I went among my kind, with triple brass
Of calm endurance my weak breast I armed,
To bear scorn, fear, and hate, a woful mass!

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.

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