NOTES:  11 though silent Relics 1862; though now silent Mac.  Mag. 1862. 31 saw Relics 1862; watched Mac.  Mag. 1862.

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LINES:  ‘WE MEET NOT AS WE PARTED’.

[Published by Dr. Garnett, “Relics of Shelley”, 1862.]

1. 
We meet not as we parted,
We feel more than all may see;
My bosom is heavy-hearted,
And thine full of doubt for me:—­
One moment has bound the free. 5

2. 
That moment is gone for ever,
Like lightning that flashed and died—­
Like a snowflake upon the river—­
Like a sunbeam upon the tide,
Which the dark shadows hide. 10

3. 
That moment from time was singled
As the first of a life of pain;
The cup of its joy was mingled
—­Delusion too sweet though vain! 
Too sweet to be mine again. 15

4. 
Sweet lips, could my heart have hidden
That its life was crushed by you,
Ye would not have then forbidden
The death which a heart so true
Sought in your briny dew. 20

5. ... ... ...  Methinks too little cost For a moment so found, so lost! 25

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THE ISLE.

[Published by Mrs. Shelley, “Posthumous Poems”, 1824.]

There was a little lawny islet
By anemone and violet,
Like mosaic, paven: 
And its roof was flowers and leaves
Which the summer’s breath enweaves, 5
Where nor sun nor showers nor breeze
Pierce the pines and tallest trees,
Each a gem engraven;—­
Girt by many an azure wave
With which the clouds and mountains pave 10
A lake’s blue chasm.

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FRAGMENT:  TO THE MOON.

[Published by Dr. Garnett, “Relics of Shelley”, 1862.]

Bright wanderer, fair coquette of Heaven,
To whom alone it has been given
To change and be adored for ever,
Envy not this dim world, for never
But once within its shadow grew 5
One fair as—­

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EPITAPH.

[Published by Mrs. Shelley, “Posthumous Poems”, 1824.]

These are two friends whose lives were undivided;
So let their memory be, now they have glided
Under the grave; let not their bones be parted,
For their two hearts in life were single-hearted.

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NOTE ON POEMS OF 1822, BY MRS. SHELLEY.

    This morn thy gallant bark
    Sailed on a sunny sea: 
    ’Tis noon, and tempests dark
    Have wrecked it on the lee. 
    Ah woe! ah woe! 
    By Spirits of the deep
    Thou’rt cradled on the billow
    To thy eternal sleep.