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SCENE IV. - HAMPDEN, PYM, CROMWELL, his Daughter, and
young SIR HARRY VANE.
England, farewell! Thou, who hast been my cradle,
The vanes sit steady Upon the Abbey towers. The silver lightnings Of the evening star, spite of the city's smoke, Tell that the north wind reigns in the upper
air. Mark too that fleet of fleecy-winged clouds Sailing athwart St. Margaret's.
Hail, fleet herald Of tempest! that rude pilot who shall guide Hearts free as his, to realms as pure as thee, Beyond the shot of tyranny, Beyond the webs of that swoln spider Beyond the curses, calumnies, and [lies ?] Of atheist priests!
And thou Fair star, whose beam lies on the wide Atlantic, Athwart its zones of tempest and of calm, Bright as the path to a beloved home,
11 fleet, Rossetti || flock, Mrs. Shelley, 1824.
Oh, light us to the isles of the evening land!
gions, Where power's poor dupes and victims yet have
never Propitiated the savage fear of kings With purest blood of noblest hearts; whose dew Is yet unstained with tears of those who wake To weep each day the wrongs on which it dawns ; Whose sacred silent air owns yet no echo Of formal blasphemies; nor impious rites Wrest man's free worship, from the God who loves, To the poor worm who envies us his love! Receive, thou young of Paradise, These exiles from the old and sinful world!
This glorious clime, this firmament, whose lights
25 Tinged, Mrs. Shelley, 1824.
That owns no master; while the loathliest ward
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
Upon a wintry bough.”
(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. '
Return to brood over the [ ] thoughts
Mrs. Shelley, 1824. 7 lulls || flies, Forman conj.
“ A widow bird sate mourning for her love
Upon a wintry bough ;
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.
He came like a dream in the dawn of life,
He fled like a shadow before its noon; He is gone, and my peace is turned to strife, And I wander and wane like the weary moon.
O sweet Echo, wake,
And for my sake
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.