All wept, as I think both ye now would If envy or age had not frozen your blood, THE QUESTION I I DREAMED that, as I wandered by the way, Mixed with a sound of waters murmuring Under a copse, and hardly dared to fling Its green arms round the bosom of the stream, But kissed it and then fled, as thou mightest in dream. II There grew pied wind-flowers and violets, Daisies, those pearled Arcturi of the earth, The constellated flower that never sets; Faint oxlips; tender bluebells, at whose birth The sod scarce heaved; and that tall flower that wets (Like a child, half in tenderness and mirth) Its mother's face with Heaven's collected tears, When the low wind, its playmate's voice, it hears. The Question. Hunt, 1822 || A Dream. Harvard MS. Published by Hunt in The Literary Pocket-Book, 1822. ii. 6 Harvard MS., Boscombe MS. || omit, Ollier MS., Mrs. Shelley, 1824. ii 7 Heaven's collected, Harvard MS., Ollier MS., Hunt, 1822 || heaven-collected, Mrs. Shelley, 1824. III And in the warm hedge grew lush eglantine, Green cowbind and the moonlight-colored May, And cherry blossoms, and white cups, whose wine Was the bright dew yet drained not by the day, And wild roses, and ivy serpentine, With its dark buds and leaves, wandering astray; And flowers azure, black, and streaked with gold, Fairer than any wakened eyes behold. IV And nearer to the river's trembling edge There grew broad flag-flowers, purple pranked with white; And starry river buds among the sedge; And floating water-lilies, broad and bright, Which lit the oak that overhung the hedge With moonlight beams of their own watery light; And bulrushes and reeds, of such deep green Methought that of these visionary flowers I made a nosegay, bound in such a way That the same hues, which in their natural bowers Were mingled or opposed, the like array Kept these imprisoned children of the Hours Within my hand, and then, elate and gay, I hastened to the spot whence I had come, That I might there present it! - Oh, to whom? THE TWO SPIRITS AN ALLEGORY FIRST SPIRIT O THOU, who plumed with strong desire Bright are the regions of the air, SECOND SPIRIT The deathless stars are bright above; And the moon will smile with gentle light FIRST SPIRIT But if the whirlwinds of darkness waken The red swift clouds of the hurricane The Two Spirits. Published by Mrs. Shelley, 1824. The clash of the hail sweeps over the plain - SECOND SPIRIT I see the light, and I hear the sound; And thou, when the gloom is deep and stark, Some say there is a precipice Where one vast pine is frozen to ruin And that the languid storm pursuing Some say when nights are dry and clear, And a silver shape like his early love doth pass, 31 moon-like, Mrs. Shelley, 1824 || moonlight, Mrs. Shelley, 18391. 44 makes, Mrs. Shelley, 1824. LETTER TO MARIA GISBORNE LEGHORN, July 1, 1820. THE spider spreads her webs whether she be But a soft cell, where when that fades away Whoever should behold me now, I wist, Of some machine portentous, or strange gin, - For round the walls are hung dread engines, such As Vulcan never wrought for Jove to clutch Ixion or the Titan,- or the quick Letter to Maria Gisborne. Mrs. Shelley, 18391 || Letter to Mrs. Shelley, 1824. Published by Mrs. Shelley, 1824. 2 cellar, or barn, Mrs. Shelley, 1824 || cellar, barn, Mrs. Shelley, transcript. 13 must, Boscombe MS. | most, Mrs. Shelley, transcript, 1824. |