Radiant Sister of the Day,
Awake! arise! and come away! 
To the wild woods and the plains,
And the pools where winter rains 50. 
Image all their roof of leaves,
Where the pine its garland weaves
Of sapless green and ivy dun
Round stems that never kiss the sun;
Where the lawns and pastures be, 55
And the sandhills of the sea;—­
Where the melting hoar-frost wets
The daisy-star that never sets,
And wind-flowers, and violets,
Which yet join not scent to hue, 60
Crown the pale year weak and new;
When the night is left behind
In the deep east, dun and blind,
And the blue noon is over us,
And the multitudinous 65
Billows murmur at our feet,
Where the earth and ocean meet,
And all things seem only one
In the universal sun.

NOTES:  34 with Trelawny manuscript; of 1839, 2nd edition. 44 moment’s Trelawny manuscript; moment 1839, 2nd edition. 50 And Trelawny manuscript; To 1839, 2nd edition. 53 dun Trelawny manuscript; dim 1839, 2nd edition.

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TO JANE:  THE RECOLLECTION.

[Published by Mrs. Shelley, “Poetical Works”, 1839, 2nd edition.  See the Editor’s prefatory note to the preceding.]

1. 
Now the last day of many days,
All beautiful and bright as thou,
The loveliest and the last, is dead,
Rise, Memory, and write its praise! 
Up,—­to thy wonted work! come, trace 5
The epitaph of glory fled,—­
For now the Earth has changed its face,
A frown is on the Heaven’s brow.

2. 
We wandered to the Pine Forest
That skirts the Ocean’s foam, 10
The lightest wind was in its nest,
The tempest in its home. 
The whispering waves were half asleep,
The clouds were gone to play,
And on the bosom of the deep 15
The smile of Heaven lay;
It seemed as if the hour were one
Sent from beyond the skies,
Which scattered from above the sun
A light of Paradise. 20

3. 
We paused amid the pines that stood
The giants of the waste,
Tortured by storms to shapes as rude
As serpents interlaced;
And, soothed by every azure breath, 25
That under Heaven is blown,
To harmonies and hues beneath,
As tender as its own,
Now all the tree-tops lay asleep,
Like green waves on the sea, 30
As still as in the silent deep
The ocean woods may be.