TO EMILIA VIVIANI I MADONNA, wherefore hast thou sent to me Sweet-basil and mignonette? In the same wreath might be. Alas, and they are wet! Is it with thy kisses or thy tears? Such fragrance drew From plant or flower - the very doubt endears My sadness ever new, The sighs I breathe, the tears I shed for thee. II Send the stars light, but send not love to me, In whom love ever made Health like a heap of embers soon fade. ΤΟ O MIGHTY mind, in whose deep stream this age To Emilia Viviani. Published i. by Mrs. Shelley, 1824; ii. 1 by Garnett, 1862; ii. 2, 3 by Forman, 1876; dated 1821. ―――――― To - Fragment of an Address to Byron, Forman. Published by Garnett, 1862, dated 1818. SONNET TO BYRON [I am afraid these verses will not please you, but] IF I esteemed you less, Envy would kill Marks your creations rise as fast and fair But such is my regard that nor your power Who dares these words: - the worm beneath the ― sod May lift itself in homage of the God. Sonnet to Byron. Published, in part, by Medwin, 1832, 1847, and recomposed by aid of Boscombe MS. by Rossetti, 1870, dated 1821. 1 you, Rossetti || him, Medwin, 1832; thee, Medwin, 1847. 2, 3 Medwin 1832, 1847. 4 Rossetti || My soul which as a worm may haply share, Medwin 1832; My soul which even as a worm may share, Medwin, 1847. 5 Medwin, 1832, 1847. 6 your, Rossetti || his, Medwin, 1832; thy, Medwin, 1847. But not the blessings of thy happier lot, 12-14 Medwin, 1847. Medwin, 1847. A LOST LEADER My head is wild with weeping for a grief To seek, — or haply, if I sought, to find; It came unsought); - to wonder that a chief Among men's spirits should be cold and blind. ON KEATS WHO DESIRED THAT ON HIS TOMB SHOULD BE IN- "HERE lieth One whose name was writ on water!" Athwart the stream, and time's printless torrent grew A scroll of crystal, blazoning the name ΤΟ For me, my friend, if not that tears did tremble In my faint eyes, and that my heart beat fast A Lost Leader. Dowden. Published, by Rossetti, 1870, dated 1818. On Keats. Published by Mrs. Shelley, 18391, dated 1821. 5 printless, Boscombe MS. || monthless, Mrs. Shelley, 18391. To a Friend leaving Prison, Forman. To one freed from Prison, Dowden. Published by Garnett, 1862, dated 1817. To With feelings which make rapture pain resemble, His chains and tears, yea let him weep Like strength from slumber, from the prison, MILTON'S SPIRIT I DREAMED that Milton's spirit rose, and took And from his touch sweet thunder flowed, and shook All human things built in contempt of man, And sanguine thrones and impious altars quaked, Prisons and citadels. "MIGHTY EAGLE” MIGHTY eagle! thou that soarest And amid the light of morning Milton's Spirit, Forman. Published, by Rossetti, 1870, dated 1820. 66 Mighty Eagle" || "Mighty Eagle:" supposed to be addressed to William Godwin, Forman. Published by Forman, 1882, dated 1817. LAUREL “WHAT art thou, presumptuous, who profanest The wreath to mighty poets only due, Even whilst like a forgotten moon thou wanest ? Touch not those leaves which for the eternal few Who wander o'er the paradise of fame, In sacred dedication ever grew: One of the crowd thou art without a name." “Ah, friend, 'tis the false laurel that I wear. Bright though it seem, it is not the same As that which bound Milton's immortal hair: Its dew is poison; and the hopes that quicken Under its chilling shade, though seeming fair, Are flowers which die almost before they sicken." "ONCE MORE DESCEND” ONCE more descend The shadows of my soul upon mankind; For, to those hearts with which they never blend, Thoughts are but shadows which the flashing mind From the swift clouds, which track its flight of fire, Casts on the gloomy world it leaves behind. Laurel False Laurels and True, Forman. False Laurels, Dowden. Published by Mrs. Shelley, 18391, dated 1821. "Once more descend" || Supposed to be a fragment of Otho, Forman. Published by Garnett, 1862, dated 1817. |