VI. This hour will in thy memory Be a dream of days forgotten long, We soon shall dwell by the azure sea Of serene and golden Italy, Or Greece, the Mother of the free; And I will teach thine infant tongue In their own language, and will mould Of Grecian lore, that by such name CANCELLED PASSAGES OF THE POEM TO WILLIAM SHELLEY. I. THE world is now our dwelling-place; Of what was great and free does keep, Mild thoughts of man's ungentle race II. This lament, The memory of thy grievous wrong Will fade... But genius is Omnipotent To hallow... ON FANNY GODWIN. HER voice did quiver as we parted, Yet knew I not that heart was broken From which it came, and I departed Heeding not the words then spoken. Misery-O Misery, This world is all too wide for thee. OTHO. I. THOU wert not, Cassius, and thou couldst not be, Rests the full splendour of his sacred fame; II. 'Twill wrong thee not-thou wouldst, if thou couldst feel, Abjure such envious fame-great Otho died Like thee-he sanctified his country's steel, At once the tyrant and tyrannicide, In his own blood-a deed it was to bring Tears from all men-though full of gentle pride, Such pride as from impetuous love may spring, That will not be refused its offering. III. Those whom nor power, nor lying faith, nor toil, Chastened by deathful victory now, and find IV. Dark is the realm of grief: but human things * V. 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. FRAGMENT OF A SONG. O THAT a chariot of cloud were mine! Of cloud which the wild tempest weaves in air, When the moon over the ocean's line Is spreading the locks of her bright grey hair. I would sail on the waves of the billowy wind FRAGMENT: TO A FRIEND LEAVING PRISON. FOR me, my friend, if not that tears did tremble His chains and tears, yea let him weep Like strength from slumber, from the prison, FRAGMENT: SATAN LOOSE. A GOLDEN-WINGED Angel stood Before the Eternal Judgment-seat: His looks were wild, and Devils' blood Stained his dainty hands and feet. The Father and the Son Knew that strife was now begun. They knew that Satan had broken his chain, Was ranging over the world again. A sweet and a creeping sound Like the rushing of wings was heard around; 10 And suddenly the lamps grew pale- 15 TWO FRAGMENTS TO MUSIC. I. SILVER key of the fountain of tears, Where the spirit drinks till the brain is wild; Where their mother, Care, like a drowsy child, II. No, Music, thou art not the "food of Love," FRAGMENT: UNSATISFIED DESIRES. To thirst and find no fill-to wail and wander Till dim imagination just possesses STANZA: WEALTH AND LOVE. WEALTH and dominion fade into the mass The things which are immortal, and surpass FRAGMENT: THOUGHTS. My thoughts arise and fade in solitude, The verse that would invest them melts away Like moonlight in the heaven of spreading day: How beautiful they were, how firm they stood, Flecking the starry sky like woven pearl! A HATER he came and sat by a ditch, And he took an old cracked lute; And he sang a song which was more of a screech 'Gainst a woman that was a brute. LINES TO A CRITIC. I. HONEY from silkworms who can gather, II. Hate men who cant, and men who pray, And men who rail like thee; An equal passion to repay They are not coy like me. III. Or seek some slave of power and gold, IV. A passion like the one I prove Cannot divided be; I hate thy want of truth and love- |