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This poem is re-printed from the edition of 1821—the first published. It was surreptitiously printed by a bookseller in the Strand (W. Clark) from one of the copies which Shelley had printed in 1813 for private distribution only. The poet sought an injunction against it. He never published "Queen Mah" himself

, and his gifted wife doubted whether he would have allowed it a place in his collected poems. Probably he would not, as he had already published a portion of it (much altered) under the title of the “Demon of the World," which appeared with “Alastor" in 1816, as a Fragment. We have placed it at the end of "Queen Mab" in this edition. It will be seen that several of the alterations made in it have been inserted in the ordinary editions of the poem.


Whose is the love that, gleaming through the world,
Wards off the poisonous arrow of its scorn?
Whose is the warm and partial praise
Virtue's most sweet reward ?
Beneath whose looks did my reviving soul
Riper in truth and virtuous daring grow?
Whose eyes have I gazed fondly on,
And loved mankind the more?
Harriet ! on thine :-thou wert my purer mind;
Thou wert the inspiration of my song i
Thine are these early wilding flowers,
Though garlanded by me.
Then press unto thy breast this pledge of love;
And know, though time may change and years may roll,
Each floweret gathered in my heart
It consecrates to thine,



How wonderful is Death,

Death and his brother Sleep!
One, pale as yonder waning moon

With lips of lurid blue ;
The other, rosy as the morn
When throned on ocean's wave

It blushes o'er the world :
Yet both so passing wonderful !

Hath then the gloomy Power
Whose reign is in the tainted sepulchres

Seiied on her sinless soul?
Must then that peerless form
Which love and admiration cannot view
Without a beating heart, those azure veins
Which steal like streams along a field of snow,
That lovely outline, which is fair

As breathing marble, perish?

Must putrefaction's breath
Leave nothing of this heavenly sight

But loathsomeness and ruin?
Spare nothing but a gloomy theme,
On which the lightest heart might moralize ?
Or is it only a sweet slumber

Stealing o'er sensation,
Which the breath of roseate morning

Chaseth into darkness?

Will lant he wake again,
And give that faithful bosom joy
Whose sleepless spirit waits to catch
Light, life, and rapture from her smile ?

Yes! she will wake again,
Although her glowing limbs are motionless,

And silent those sweet lips,

Once breathing eloquence
That might have soothed a tiger's rage,
Or thawed the cold heart of a conqueror,

Her dewy eyes are closed,
And on their lids, whose texture fine
Scarce hides the dark blue orbs beneath,

The baby Sleep is pillowed :
Her golden tresses shade

The bosom's stainless pride,
Curling like tendrils of the parasite

Around a marble column.

Hark! whence that rushing sound ?

'Tis like the wondrous strain
That round a ionely ruin swells,
Which, wandering on the echoing shore

The enthusiast hears at evening :
"Tis softer than the west wind's sigh ;
'Tis wilder than the unmeasured notes
Of that strange lyre whose strings

The genii of the breezes sweep :

Those lines of rainbow light
Are like the moonbeams when they fall
Through some cathedral window, but the teints

Are such as may not find
Comparison on earth.

Behold the chariot of the Fairy Queen!
Celestial coursers paw the unyielding air ;
Their filmy pennons at her word they furl,
And stop obedient to the reins of light :

These the Queen of Spells drew in,

She spread a charm around the spot, And leaning graceful from the ethereal car, Long did she gaze, and silently,

Upon the slumbering maid. Oh! not the visioned poet in his dreams, When silvery clouds float through the wildered brain, When every sight of lovely, wild, and grand, Astonishes, enraptures, elevates,

When fancy, at a glance, combines

The wondrous and the beautiful,-
So bright, so fair, so wild a shape

Hath ever yet beheld,
As that which reined the coursers of the air,
And poured the magic of her gaze

Upon the maiden's sleep.
The broad and yellow moon
Shone dimly through her form-
That form of faultless symmetry :
The pearly and pellucid car

Moved not the moonlight's line :

'Twas not an earthly pageant : Those who had looked upon the sight,

Passing all human glory,
Saw not the yellow moon,
Saw not the mortal scene,
Heard not the night-wind's rush,
Heard not an earthly sound,
Saw but the fairy pageant,
Heard but the heavenly strains

That filled the lonely dwelling.
The Fairy's frame was slight, yon fibrous cloud,
That catches but the palest tinge of even,
And which the straining eye can hardly seize
When melting into eastern twilight's shadow,
Were scarce so thin, so slight; but the fair star
That gems the glittering coronet of morn,
Sheds not a light so mild, so powerful,
As that which, bursting froin the Fairy's form,
Spread a purpureal halo round the scene,
Yet with an undulating motion,
Swayed to her outline gracefully,

From her celestial car
The Fairy Queen descended,

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Stars ! your balmiest influence shed !
Elements ! your wrath suspend !
Sleep, Ocean, in the rocky bounds

That circle thy domain !
Let not a breath be seen to stir
Around yon grass-grow ruin's height,
Let even the restless gossamer

Sleep on the moveless air !

Soul of Ianthe! thou,
Judged alone worthy of the envied boon,
That waits the good and the sincere ; that waits
Those who have struggled, and with resolute will
Vanquished earth's pride and meanness, burst the chains,
The icy chains of custom, and have shone
The day-stars of their age ;-Soul of lanthe !

Awake! arise !

Sudden arose

Ianthe's Soul ; it stood
All beautiful in naked purity,
The perfect semblance of its bodily frame.
Instinct with inexpressible beauty and grace,

Eacii stain of earthliness
Had passed away, it reassumed
Its native dignity, and stood

Immortal amid ruin.
Upon the couch the body lay

Wrapt in the depth of slumber :
Its features were fixed and meaningless,

Yet animal life was there,
And every organ yet performed

Its natural functions : 'twas a sight
Of wonder to behold the body and soul.

The self-same lineaments, the same

Marks of identity were there :
Yet, oh, how different! One aspires to Heaven,
Pants for its sempiternal heritage,
And ever-changing, ever-rising still,

Wantons in endless being.
The other, for a time the unwilling sport
Of circumstance and passion, struggles on ;
Fleets through its sad duration rapidly:
Then like an useless and worn-out machine,

Rots, perishes, and passes.


Spirit! who hast dived so deep;
Spirit / who hast soared so high ;

Thou the fearless, thou the mild, Accept the boon thy worth hath earned,

Ascend the car with ne.


Do I dream? Is this new feeling
But a visioned ghost of slumber?

If indeed I am a soul,
A free, a disembodied soul,

Speak again to me.


I am the Fairy MAB: to me 'tis given
The wonders of the human world to keep:
The secrets of the immeasurable past,
In the unfailing consciences of men,
Those stern, unflattering chroniclers, I find :
The future, from the causes which arise
In each event, I gather : not the sting
Which retributive memory implants
In the hard bosom of the selfish man;
Nor that ecstatic and exulting throb
Which virtue's votary feels when he sums up
The thoughts and actions of a well-spent day,
Are unforeseen, unregistered by me:
And it is yet permitted me, to rend
The veil of mortal frailty, that the spirit
Clothed in its changeless purity, may know
How soonest to accomplish the great end
For which it hath its being, and may taste
That peace, which in the end all life will share.
This is the meed of virtue; happy Soul,

Ascend the car with me!
The chains of earth's immurement

Fell from lanthe's spirit ;
They shrank and brake like bandages of straw
Beneath a wakened giant's strength.

She knew her glorious change,
And felt in apprehension uncontrolled

New raptures opening round:
Each day-dream of her mortal life,
Each frenzied vision of the slumbers

That closed each well-spent day,

Seemed now to meet reality.
The Fairy and the Soul proceeded;

The silver clouds disparted ;
And as the car of magic they ascended,

Again the speechless music swelled,
Again the coursers of the air
Unfurled their azure pennons, and the Queen

Shaking the beamy reins
Bade them pursue their way.

The magic car moved on.
The night was fair, and countless stars
Studded heaven's dark blue vault, -.

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