helley I arise from dreams of thee, Hath led me-who knows how! II. The wandering airs they faint O! beloved as thou art! III. O lift me from the grass! SOPHIA.2 I. THOU art fair, and few are fairer Of the Nymphs of earth or ocean; 1 The following two lines were intended for The Indian Serenade, but were cancelled : : O pillow cold and wet with tears! Thou breathest sleep no more !--ED. 2 The lady addressed was Miss Sophia Stacey, a ward of Mr. Parker, Shelley's uncle by marriage. She eventually married Captain J. P. Catty, R.E. -ED. They are robes that fit the wearer— Those soft limbs of thine, whose motion Ever falls and shifts and glances As the life within them dances. II. Thy deep eyes, a double Planet, With soft clear fire,-the winds that fan it Which, like Zephyrs on the billow, III. If whatever face thou paintest In those eyes grows pale with pleasure, If the fainting soul is faintest When it hears thy harp's wild measure, Wonder not that when thou speakest Of the weak my heart is weakest. IV. As dew beneath the wind of morning, FRAGMENT: A SOUL KNOWN. I AM as a spirit who has dwelt Within his heart of hearts, and I have felt and known The inmost converse of his soul, the tone FRAGMENT: IS NOT TO-DAY ENOUGH? Is not to-day enough? Why do I peer And will the day that follows change thy doom? Few flowers grow upon thy wintry way; And who waits for thee in that cheerless home Whence thou hast fled, whither thou must return Charged with the load that makes thee faint and mourn? FRAGMENT: QUESTIONS. Is it that in some brighter sphere Over the Present's dusky glass? Or what is that that makes us seem FRAGMENT: TO ITALY. As the sunrise to the night, As the north wind to the clouds, As the earthquake's fiery flight, Ruining mountain solitudes, Everlasting Italy, Be those hopes and fears on thee. FRAGMENT OF AN INVITATION. FOLLOW to the deep wood's weeds, THE BIRTH OF PLEASURE. AT the creation of the Earth In the harmony divine FRAGMENT: LOVE THE UNIVERSE. AND who feels discord now or sorrow? These are the slaves of dim to-morrow, FRAGMENT: WINE OF EGLANTINE. I AM drunk with the honey wine And when 'tis spilt on the summer earth FRAGMENT: CALM THOUGHTS. gentle visitations of calm thought- |