It was not unrequited love 35 That bade my 'wildered spirit rove; 50 55 For broken vows had early quelled Oh, many were the friends whom fame A friendless solitude around. 71 For who that might undaunted stand, And fatten upon Freedom's grave, 75 Though doomed with her to perish, where The captive clasps abhorred despair. They could not share the bosom's feeling, Which, passion's every throb revealing, 81 Dared force on the world's notice cold On Fame's emblazoned pages shine, 105 Ff 6 Whose dear love gleamed upon the Which blazing on devotion's pinnacle Makes virtuous passion supersede the power gloomy path Which this lone spirit travelled, drear and cold, Yet swiftly leading to those awful limits Which mark the bounds of Time and of the space When Time shall be no more; wilt thou not turn 10 Those spirit-beaming eyes and look on me, Until I be assured that Earth is Heaven, And Heaven is Earth?-will not thy glowing cheek, Glowing with soft suffusion, rest on mine, And breathe magnetic through the frame sweetness 15 Of my corporeal nature, through the soul Now knit with these fine fibres? I would give The longest and the happiest day that fate 36 Of reason; nor when life's aestival sun To deeper manhood shall have ripened Shall Custom so corrupt, or the cold forms Of this desolate world so harden us, 45 As when we think of the dear love that binds Our souls in soft communion, while we know Each other's thoughts and feelings, can we say Has marked on my existence but to feel One soul-reviving kiss... O thou most dear, 20 'Tis an assurance that this Earth is Heaven, Or dare to cut the unrelaxing nerve Unblushingly a heartless compliment, Praise, hate, or love with the unthink. ing world, 50 And Heaven the flower of that un- That knits our love to virtue. Can tomb; A ray of courage to the oppressed and [Published as a broadside by Shelley, poor; A spark, though gleaming on the hovel's hearth, 10 Which through the tyrant's gilded domes shall roar; A beacon in the darkness of the A sun which, o'er the renovated scene, SONNET ON LAUNCHING SOME BOTTLES FILLED [Published from the Esdaile MS. book by Dowden, Life of Shelley, 1887; dated August, 1812.] 1812.] I ONCE, early in the morning, With care his sweet person adorning, II He drew on a boot to hide his hoof, 5 And the Devil went forth as natty a As Bond-street ever saw. III He sate him down, in London town, 10 Before earth's morning ray; With a favourite imp he began to chat, VESSELS of heavenly medicine! may On religion, and scandal, this and that, the breeze Until the dawn of day. |