5. 
Rest, rest, and shriek not, thou gentle child! 
The rocking of the boat thou fearest,
And the cold spray and the clamour wild?—­ 35
There, sit between us two, thou dearest—­
Me and thy mother—­well we know
The storm at which thou tremblest so,
With all its dark and hungry graves,
Less cruel than the savage slaves 40
Who hunt us o’er these sheltering waves.

6. 
This hour will in thy memory
Be a dream of days forgotten long. 
We soon shall dwell by the azure sea
Of serene and golden Italy,
Or Greece, the Mother of the free; 45
And I will teach thine infant tongue
To call upon those heroes old
In their own language, and will mould
Thy growing spirit in the flame
Of Grecian lore, that by such name 50
A patriot’s birthright thou mayst claim!

NOTES:  1 on the beach omitted 1839, 1st edition. 8 of the law 1839, 1st edition; of law 1839, 2nd edition. 14 prime transcript; time editions 1839. 16 fearless are editions 1839; are fearless transcript. 20 shalt transcript; wilt editions 1839. 25-32 Fear...eternity omitted, transcript. 
        See “Rosalind and Helen”, lines 894-901.
33 and transcript; omitted editions 1839. 41 us transcript, 1839, 1st edition; thee 1839, 2nd edition. 42 will in transcript, 1839, 2nd edition;
    will sometime in 1839, 1st edition.
43 long transcript; omitted editions 1839. 48 those transcript, 1839, 1st edition; their 1839, 2nd edition.

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FROM THE ORIGINAL DRAFT OF THE POEM TO WILLIAM SHELLEY.

[Published in Dr. Garnett’s “Relics of Shelley”, 1862.]

1. 
The world is now our dwelling-place;
Where’er the earth one fading trace
Of what was great and free does keep,
That is our home!... 
Mild thoughts of man’s ungentle race 5
Shall our contented exile reap;
For who that in some happy place
His own free thoughts can freely chase
By woods and waves can clothe his face
In cynic smiles?  Child! we shall weep. 10

2. 
This lament,
The memory of thy grievous wrong
Will fade... 
But genius is omnipotent
To hallow... 15

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ON FANNY GODWIN.

[Published by Mrs. Shelley, among the poems of 1817, in “Poetical Works”, 1839, 1st edition.]

Her voice did quiver as we parted,
Yet knew I not that heart was broken
From which it came, and I departed
Heeding not the words then spoken. 
Misery—­O Misery, 5
This world is all too wide for thee.