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Sophia Stacey. “This lady," says Mr. Rossetti, was a ward of Mr. Parker, an uncle by marriage of Shelley, living in Bath. She saw a good deal of the poet and his wife in Italy from time to time, having lived three months in the same house with them in Florence
I die, I faint, I fail ! 2 In The Liberal this line stands
0! press me to thine own again, and in the Posthumous Poems
Oh! press it close to thine again. 3 Mr. Rossetti found these two lines in the note-book containing Charles the First. He gives them as "apparently belonging" The Indian Serenade.
4 These stanzas, which were first published by Mr. Rossetti in 1870, were addressed by Shelley to Miss
- Madame Du Plantis', Via Val Fonda. She eventually married Captain J. P. Catty, R.E.” I am very much indebted to Major General Catty of the 46th Regiment for permission to include in this edition these beautiful verses and those entitled Time Long Past, which will be found among the poems of 1820.
Those soft limbs of thine, whose motion Ever falls and shifts and glances, As the life within them dances.
Thy deep eyes, a double planet,
Gaze the wisest into madness With soft clear fire. The winds that fan it
Are those thoughts of gentle gladness Which, like zephyrs on the billow, Make thy gentle soul their pillow.
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.
As dew beneath the wind of morning,
As the sea which whirlwinds waken,
As aught mute but deeply shaken,
FRAGMENT: A SOUL KNOWN.1
I AM as a spirit who has dwelt Within his heart of hearts, and I have felt His feelings, and have thought his thoughts, and known The inmost converse of his soul, the tone Unheard but in the silence of his blood, When all the pulses in their multitude Image the trembling calm of summer seas. I have unlocked the golden melodies Of his deep soul, as with a master-key, And loosened them and bathed myself thereinEven as an eagle in a thunder-mist Clothing his wings with lightning.
FRAGMENT: IS NOT TO-DAY ENOUGH ?
Is not to-day enough? Why do I peer
Into the darkness of the day to come ? Is not to-morrow even as yesterday ?
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 ?
1 This and the next five fragments are from Relics of Shelley. Mr. Garnett assigns them to the year 1819.
I have supplied the headings for con. venience of reference.
Is it that in some brighter sphere
FRAGMENT : TO ITALY.
As the sunrise to the night,
As the north wind to the clouds,
Ruining mountain solitudes,
FRAGMENT OF AN INVITATION.
FOLLOW to the deep wood's weeds,
THE BIRTH OF PLEASURE.
At the creation of the Earth
FRAGMENT: LOVE THE UNIVERSE. 1
AND who feels discord now or sorrow?
Love is the universe to-day-
Darkening Life's labyrinthine way.
1 This and the next three fragments were first given by Mrs. Shelley in the first edition of 1839,-without titles,
I have supplied the headings, here as in some other cases, for convenience of reference.