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To feel forever its soft fall and swell,

Awake forever in a sweet unrest,
Still, still to hear her tender-taken breath,
And so live ever-or else swoon to death.

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When the winds are breathing low,
And the stars are shining bright:
I arise from dreams of thee,
And a spirit in my feet
Hath led me—who knows how!
To thy chamber window, Sweet!
The wandering airs, they faint
On the dark, the silent stream-
And the Champak odors fail
Like sweet thoughts in a dream;
The nightingale's complaint,
It dies upon her heart;-
As I must die on thine,
O! beloved as thou art!

Oh lift me from the grass!
I die! I faint! I fail!
Let thy love in kisses rain
On my lips and eyelids pale.
My cheek is cold and white, alas!
My heart beats loud and fast;-

it to thine own again,
Where it will break at last.

Oh! press

Percy Bysshe Shelley

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NE word is too often profaned

me to profane it,
One feeling too falsely disdained

For thee to disdain it.
One hope is too like despair

For prudence to smother,
And pity from thee more dear

Than that from another.

I can give not what men call love,

But wilt thou accept not
The worship the heart lifts above

And the Heavens reject not,
The desire of the moth for the star,

Of the night for the morrow,
The devotion to something afar
From the sphere of our sorrow?

Percy Bysshe Shelley



USIC, when soft voices die,

Vibrates in the memory-
Odors, when sweet violets sicken,
Live within the sense they quicken.

Rose leaves, when the rose is dead,
Are heaped for the beloved's bed;
And so thy thoughts, when thou art gone,
Love itself shall slumber on.

Percy Bysshe Shelley 92




IRDS in the high Hall-garden

When twilight was falling,
Maud, Maud, Maud, Maud,

They were crying and calling.

Where was Maud? in our wood;

And 1—who else? —was with her,
Gathering woodland lilies,

Myriads blow together.

Birds in our woods sang

Ringing thro' the valleys,
Maud is here, here, here

In among the lilies.

I kissed her slender hand,

She took the kiss sedately;
Maud is not seventeen,

But she is tall and stately.

I to cry out on pride

Who have won her favor!
O, Maud were sure of heaven

If lowliness could save her!

I know the way she went

Home with her maiden posy,
For her feet have touched the meadows
And left the daisies


1 Lyrics from Maud: A Monodrama.

Birds in the high Hall-garden

Were crying and calling to her, Where is Maud, Maud, Maud?

One is come to woo her.

Look, a horse at the door,

And little King Charley snarling! Go back, my lord, across the moor,

You are not her darling.




IVULET crossing my ground,

And bringing me down from the Hall This garden-rose that I found,

Forgetful of Maud and me,
And lost in trouble and moving round

Here at the head of a tinkling fall,
And trying to pass to the sea;

O rivulet, born' at the Hall, My Maud has sent it by thee

If I read her sweet will rightOn a blushing mission to me,

Saying in odor and color, "Ah be Among the roses to-night.”




OME into the garden, Maud,

For the black bat, night, has flown, Come into the garden, Maud,

I am here at the gate alone; And the woodbine spices are wafted abroad,

And the musk of the roses blown.

For a breeze of morning moves,

And the planet of Love is on high, Beginning to faint in the light that she loves,

On a bed of daffodil sky,To faint in the light of the sun that she loves,

To faint in its light, and to die.

All night have the roses heard

The flute, violin, bassoon;
All night has the casement jessamine stirred

To the dancers dancing in tune, -
Till a silence fell with the waking bird,

And a hush with the setting moon.

I said to the lily, “There is but one

With whom she has heart to be gay. When will the dancers leave her alone?

She is weary of dance and play.”
Now half to the setting moon are gone,

And half to the rising day;
Low on the sand and loud on the stone

The last wheel echoes away.

I said to the rose, “The brief night goes

In babble and revel and wine.
O young lord-lover, what sighs are those

For one that will never be thine?
But mine, but mine," so I sware to the rose,

“For ever and ever mine!”

And the soul of the rose went into my blood,

As the music clashed in the hall; And long by the garden lake I stood, For I heard your rivulet fall

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