The light of the dying day, Speeded by my sweet pipings. The Sileni, and Sylvans, and Fauns, And the Nymphs of the woods and waves, To the edge of the moist river-lawns, And the brink of the dewy caves, And all that did then attend and follow Were silent with love, as you now, Apollo, With envy of my sweet pipings. 2 III. I sang of the dancing stars, I sang of the dædal Earth, And then I changed my pipings,- At the sorrow of my sweet pipings. 12 ΤΟ I. I FEAR thy kisses, gentle maiden, II. I fear thy mien, thy tones, thy motion, With which I worship thine. THE TWO SPIRITS: AN ALLEGORY. FIRST SPIRIT. O THOU, who plumed with strong desire Bright are the regions of the air, SECOND SPIRIT. The deathless stars are bright above; And that is day! And the moon will smile with gentle light On my golden plumes where'er they move; The meteors will linger round my flight, And make night day. FIRST SPIRIT. But if the whirlwinds of darkness waken The red swift clouds of the hurricane 20 The clash of the hail sweeps over the plainNight is coming! SECOND SPIRIT. I see the light, and I hear the sound; 30 And thou, when the gloom is deep and stark, Look from thy dull earth, slumber-bound, My moon-like flight thou then mayst mark On high, far away. Some say there is a precipice Where one vast pine is frozen to ruin O'er piles of snow and chasms of ice 'Mid Alpine mountains; And that the languid storm pursuing Round those hoar branches, aye renewing Some say when nights are dry and clear, 40 And a silver shape like his early love doth pass Upborne by her wild and glittering hair, SONG.1 I. RARELY, rarely, comest thou, Wherefore hast thou left me now Many a day and night? 1 This song has hitherto been given among poems of 1821. In the Harvard College manuscript book it appears in Mrs. Shelley's writing, with the date May 1820 inserted by Shelley.-ED. Many a weary night and day 'Tis since thou art fled away. II. How shall ever one like me III. As a lizard with the shade Thou with sorrow art dismayed; Reproach thee, that thou art not near, IV. Let me set my mournful ditty Thou wilt come for pleasure. Pity then will cut away Those cruel wings, and thou wilt stay. V. I love all that thou lovest, Spirit of Delight! The fresh Earth in new leaves dressed, And the starry night; Autumn evening, and the morn VI. I love snow, and all the forms Of the radiant frost; I love waves, and winds, and storms, Which is Nature's, and may be VII. I love tranquil solitude, And such society As is quiet, wise and good; What difference? but thou dost possess The things I seek, not love them less. VIII. I love Love-though he has wings, And like light can flee, But above all other things, Spirit, I love thee Thou art love and life! O come, SONG OF PROSERPINE, WHILE GATHERING FLOWERS ON THE PLAIN OF ENNA. I. SACRED Goddess, Mother Earth, Thou from whose immortal bosom |