TO E** MADONNA, wherefore hast thou sent to me Sweet basil and mignionette? Embleming love and health, which never yet In the same wreath might be. Alas, and they are wet! Is it with thy kisses or thy tears? For never rain or dew Such flagrance drew From plant or flower-the very doubt endears My sadness ever new, The sighs I breathe, the tears I shed for thee. March, 1821. ΤΟ I FEAR thy kisses, gentle maiden, I fear thy mien, thy tones, thy motion, Thou needest not fear mine; Innocent is the heart's devotion With which I worship thine. LINES. WHEN the lamp is shattered The rainbow's glory is shed. · As music and splendour No song when the spirit is mute :— Like the wind through a ruined cell, That ring the dead seaman's knell. When hearts have once mingled Love first leaves the well-built nest, The weak one is singled To endure what it once possest. O, Love! who bewailest The frailty of all things here, Why choose you the frailest For your cradle, your home and your bier? Its passions will rock thee As the storms rock the ravens on high: Bright reason will mock thee, Like the sun from a wintry sky. From thy nest every rafter Will rot, and thine eagle home Leave the naked to laughter, When leaves fall and cold winds come. TO WILLIAM SHELLEY. (With what truth I may say— Non è più come era prima!) My lost William, thou in whom But beneath this pyramid Thou art not-if a thing divine Where art thou, my gentle child? The love of living leaves and weeds, Let me think that through low seeds June, 1819. |