Shelley wrote on this poem, 'For Jane and Williams only to see.' Medwin, who published it, The Athenæum, 1832, gives an account of the experiments out of which it grew, in his Shelley Papers: 'Shelley was a martyr to a most painful complaint, which constantly menaced to terminate fatally; and was subject to violent paroxysms which, to his irritable nerves, were each a separate death. I had seen magnetism practised in India and at Paris, and at his earnest request consented to try its efficacy. Mesmer himself could not have hoped for more complete success. The imposition of my hand on his forehead instantaneously put a stop to the spasm, and threw him into a magnetic sleep, which for want of a better word is called somnambulism. Mrs. Shelley and another lady [Mrs. Williams] were present. The experiment was repeated more than once. During his trances I put some questions to him. He always pitched his voice in the same tone as mine. I enquired about his complaint, and its the usual magnetic enquiries. His reply was, "What would cure me would kill [Shelley answered in Italian.] He improvised also verses in Italian, in which language he was never known to write poetry.' Medwin adds, in his Life of Shelley: After my departure from Pisa he was magnetized by a lady, which gave rise to the beautiful stanzas entitled The Magnetic Lady to her Patient, and during which operation he made the same reply to an enquiry as to his disease and its cure as he had done to me, "What would cure me would kill me." Mrs. Shelley also magnetized him, but soon discontinued the cure me ... Williams, in his Journal, February 2, describes such an excursion: Fine warm day. Jane accompanies Mary and S. to the sea-shore through the Cascine. They return about three. The poem was published by Mrs. Shelley, in an earlier form, in Posthumous Poems, 1824, and, as here given, in her second collected edition, 1839. BEST and brightest, come away! ΤΟ Bending from Heaven, in azure mirth, Like one on whom thou smilest, dear. 20 Away, away, from men and towns, I am gone into the fields To take what this sweet hour yields. 30 ! Radiant Sister of the Day, Billows murmur at our feet, Where the earth and ocean meet, And all things seem only one, In the universal sun. THE RECOLLECTION The lightest wind was in its nest, The tempest in its home. The whispering waves were half asleep, The smile of Heaven lay; It seemed as if the hour were one III We paused amid the pines that stood And soothed by every azure breath, Now all the treetops lay asleep, IV How calm it was!- the silence there The breath of peace we drew To the soft flower beneath our feet, A spirit interfused around, A thrilling silent life, To momentary peace it bound Our mortal nature's strife; And still I felt the centre of The magic circle there Was one fair form that filled with love The lifeless atmosphere. More boundless than the depth of night, And purer than the day, - In which the lovely forests grew, As in the upper air, More perfect both in shape and hue There lay the glade and neighboring lawn The white sun twinkling like the dawn Sweet views which in our world above An atmosphere without a breath, Like one beloved the scene had lent Its every leaf and lineament Which from the mind's too faithful eye Though thou art ever fair and kind, Less oft is peace in Shelley's mind, WITH A GUITAR: TO JANE Shelley originally intended to give a harp to Mrs. Williams, and wrote to Horace Smith with regard to its purchase. The suggestion for the poem is found by Dr. Garnett in the fact that the front portion of the guitar is made of Swiss pine.' He continues: 'It is now clear how the poem took shape in Shelley's mind. The actual thought of the imprisonment of the Spirit of Music in the material of the instrument suggested Ariel's penance in the cloven pine; the identification of himself with Ariel and of Jane Williams with Miranda was the easiest of feats to his brilliant imagination; and hence an allegory of unequalled grace and charm, which could never have existed if the instrument had not been partly made of pine wood. The back, it should be added, is of mahogany, the finger board of ebony, and minor portions, chiefly ornamental, of some wood not identified. It was made by Ferdinando Bottari of Pisa in 1816. Having been religiously preserved since Shelley's death, it is in as perfect condition as when made. The strings, it is said, are better than those that are produced now. This guitar is also in a measure the subject of another of Shelley's most beautiful lyrics, "The keen stars were twinkling." In a letter dated June 18, 1822, speaking of his cruises "in the evening wind under the summer moon," he adds, "Jane brings her guitar." There is probably no other relic of a great poet so intimately associated with the arts of poetry and music, or ever will be, unless Milton's organ should turn up at a broker's or some excavating explorer should bring to light the lyre of Sappho.' The guitar was given to the Bodleian Library by E. W. Silsbee, of Salem, Mass., who bought it of the grandson of Mrs. Williams on condition that it should be so disposed of. The composition of the poem is described by Tre.. lawny The strong light streamed through the opening of the trees. One of the pines, undermined by the water, had fallen into it. Under its lee, and nearly hidden, sat the Poet, gazing on the dark mirror beneath, so lost in his bardish reverie that he did not hear my approach. . . . The day I found Shelley in the pine-forest he was writing verses on a guitar. I picked up a fragment, but could only make out the first two lines. It was a frightful scrawl; words smeared out with his finger, and one upon the other, over and over in tiers, and all run together "in most admired disorder;" it might have been taken for a sketch of a marsh overrun with bulrushes, and the blots for wild ducks; such a dashed-off daub as self-conceited artists mistake for a manifestation of genius.' The poem was published by Medwin, in two parts, The Athenæum, 1832, and Fraser's, 1833. ARIEL to Miranda: - Take This slave of Music, for the sake 10 50 The artist who this idol wrought The artist wrought this loved guitar, The melodies of birds and bees, TO JANE 80 90 Shelley sent the lines to Mrs. Williams with a note. I sat down to write some words for an ariette which might be profane; but it was in vain to struggle with the ruling spirit who compelled me to speak of things sacred to yours and to Wilhelm Meister's indulgence. I commit them to your secrecy and your mercy, and will try to do better another time.' The poem was published in part by Medwin, The Athenæum, 1832, and complete by Mrs. Shelley in her second collected edition, 1839. |