3. 
’Sleep, sleep, and with the slumber of
The dead and the unborn 20
Forget thy life and love;
Forget that thou must wake forever;
Forget the world’s dull scorn;
Forget lost health, and the divine
Feelings which died in youth’s brief morn; 25
And forget me, for I can never
Be thine.

4. 
’Like a cloud big with a May shower,
My soul weeps healing rain
On thee, thou withered flower! 30
It breathes mute music on thy sleep
Its odour calms thy brain! 
Its light within thy gloomy breast
Spreads like a second youth again. 
By mine thy being is to its deep 35
Possessed.

5. 
‘The spell is done.  How feel you now?’
‘Better—­Quite well,’ replied
The sleeper.—­’What would do 39
You good when suffering and awake? 
What cure your head and side?—­’
’What would cure, that would kill me, Jane: 
And as I must on earth abide
Awhile, yet tempt me not to break
My chain.’ 45

NOTES;
1, 10 Sleep Trelawny manuscript, 1839, 2nd edition;
        Sleep on 1832, 1839, 1st edition.
16 charmed Trelawny manuscript;
    chased 1832, editions 1839.
21 love]woe 1832.
42 so Trelawny manuscript
    ’Twould kill me what would cure my pain 1832, editions 1839.
44 Awhile yet, cj.  A.C.  Bradley.

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LINES:  ‘WHEN THE LAMP IS SHATTERED’.

[Published by Mrs. Shelley, “Posthumous Poems”, 1824.  There is a copy amongst the Trelawny manuscripts.]

1. 
When the lamp is shattered
The light in the dust lies dead—­
When the cloud is scattered
The rainbow’s glory is shed. 
When the lute is broken, 5
Sweet tones are remembered not;
When the lips have spoken,
Loved accents are soon forgot.

2. 
As music and splendour
Survive not the lamp and the lute, 10
The heart’s echoes render
No song when the spirit is mute:—­
No song but sad dirges,
Like the wind through a ruined cell,
Or the mournful surges 15
That ring the dead seaman’s knell.

3. 
When hearts have once mingled
Love first leaves the well-built nest;
The weak one is singled
To endure what it once possessed. 20
O Love! who bewailest
The frailty of all things here,
Why choose you the frailest
For your cradle, your home, and your bier?