FRAGMENT: THE DESERTS OF SLEEP. I WENT into the deserts of dim sleep That world which, like an unknown wilder ness, Bounds this with its recesses wide and deep. And FRAGMENT: CONSEQUENCE. THE viewless and invisible Consequence Watches thy goings-out and comings-in, hovers o'er thy guilty sleep, Unveiling every new-born deed, and thoughts More ghastly than those deeds. FRAGMENT: MILTON'S SPIRIT. I DREAMED that Milton's spirit rose, and took All human things built in contempt of man,And sanguine thrones and impious altars quaked, Prisons and citadels. . . FRAGMENT: A FACE. His face was like a snake's-wrinkled and loose And withered. FRAGMENT. My head is heavy, my limbs are weary, HOPE, FEAR, AND DOUBT. SUCH hope, as is the sick despair of good, Such doubt, as is pale Expectation's food Turned while she tastes to poison, when the will Is powerless, and the spirit. . . . Alas! this is not what I thought life was. In mine own heart I saw as in a glass And when FRAGMENT: UNRISEN SPLENDOUR. UNRISEN splendour of the brightest sun, war With thy young brightness! POEMS WRITTEN IN 1821. DIRGE FOR THE YEAR. I. ORPHAN hours, the year is dead,- For the year is but asleep. II. As an earthquake rocks a corse So White Winter, that rough nurse, For your mother in her shroud. III. As the wild air stirs and sways IV. January grey is here, Like a sexton by her grave; February bears the bier, March with grief doth howl and rave, And April weeps-but, O, ye hours, Follow with May's fairest flowers. 35 lence TO NIGHT. I. 25 SWIFTLY Walk o'er the western wave,1 Out of the misty eastern cave, Where all the long and lone daylight, II. Wrap thy form in a mantle grey, Star-inwrought! Blind with thine hair the eyes of Day; Kiss her until she be wearied out, Then wander o'er city, and sea, and land, III. When I arose and saw the dawn, When light rode high, and the dew was gone, 1 In the Harvard College manuscript book Shelley wrote this first line as now printed. Hitherto it has read Swiftly walk over the western wave perhaps a more beautiful line in itself; but the poet would hardly have written it both ways at different times the metric impulse being entirely changed by the variation; and in the version which he certainly did write the metre is the same as that of the other first lines throughout the poem.-ED. Lingering like an unloved guest, IV. Thy brother Death came, and cried, Thy sweet child Sleep, the filmy-eyed, V. Death will come when thou art dead,' Sleep will come when thou art fled; Come soon, soon! FROM THE ARABIC: AN IMITATION. I. My faint spirit was sitting in the light It panted for thee like the hind at noon Thy barb whose hoofs outspeed the tempest's flight Bore thee far from me; My heart, for my weak feet were weary soon, Did companion thee. II. Ah! fleeter far than fleetest storm or steed, |