_5
I would sail on the waves of the billowy wind
To the mountain peak and the rocky lake,
And the.
I would sail on the waves of the billowy wind
To the mountain peak and the rocky lake,
And the.
Shelley
Dark is the realm of grief: but human things
Those may not know who cannot weep for them. _10
. . .
3.
Once more descend
The shadows of my soul upon mankind,
For to those hearts with which they never blend,
Thoughts are but shadows which the flashing mind
From the swift clouds which track its flight of fire, _15
Casts on the gloomy world it leaves behind.
. . .
***
'O THAT A CHARIOT OF CLOUD WERE MINE'.
[Published by Dr. Garnett, "Relics of Shelley", 1862. ]
O that a chariot of cloud were mine!
Of cloud which the wild tempest weaves in air,
When the moon over the ocean's line
Is spreading the locks of her bright gray hair.
O that a chariot of cloud were mine!
_5
I would sail on the waves of the billowy wind
To the mountain peak and the rocky lake,
And the. . .
***
FRAGMENT: TO A FRIEND RELEASED FROM PRISON.
[Published by Dr. Garnett, "Relics of Shelley", 1862. ]
For me, my friend, if not that tears did tremble
In my faint eyes, and that my heart beat fast
With feelings which make rapture pain resemble,
Yet, from thy voice that falsehood starts aghast,
I thank thee--let the tyrant keep _5
His chains and tears, yea, let him weep
With rage to see thee freshly risen,
Like strength from slumber, from the prison,
In which he vainly hoped the soul to bind
Which on the chains must prey that fetter humankind. _10
NOTE:
For the metre see Fragment: "A Gentle Story" (A. C. Bradley. )
***
FRAGMENT: SATAN BROKEN LOOSE.
[Published by Rossetti, "Complete Poetical Works of P. B. S. ", 1870. ]
A golden-winged Angel stood
Before the Eternal Judgement-seat:
His looks were wild, and Devils' blood
Stained his dainty hands and feet.
