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It kissed the forehead of the Earth,
And smiled upon the silent sea,
And bade the frozen streams be free,
And waked to music all their fountains, 15
And breathed upon the frozen mountains,
And like a prophetess of May
Strewed flowers upon the barren way,
Making the wintry world appear
Like one on whom thou smilest, dear. 20

Away, away, from men and towns,
To the wild wood and the downs—
To the silent wilderness
Where the soul need not repress
Its music lest it should not find 25
An echo in another's mind,
While the touch of Nature's art
Harmonizes heart to heart.
I leave this notice on my door
For each accustomed visitor:— 30
'I am gone into the fields
To take what this sweet hour yields;—
Reflection, you may come to-morrow,
Sit by the fireside with^[1] Sorrow.—
You with the unpaid bill, Despair,—
You, tiresome verse-reciter, Care,— 35
I will pay you in the grave,—
Death will listen to your stave.
Expectation too, be off!
To-day is for itself enough; 40
Hope, in pity mock not Woe
With smiles, nor follow where I go;
Long having lived on thy sweet food,
At length I find one moment's^[2] good
After long pain—with all your love,
This you never told me of.' 46

Radiant Sister of the Day,
Awake! arise! and come away!
To the wild woods and the plains,
And^[3] the pools where winter rains 50
Image all their roof of leaves,
Where the pine its garland weaves
Of sapless green and ivy dun^[4]
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.

 

TO JANE: THE RECOLLECTION

[Published by Mrs. Shelley, P. W., 1839, 2nd ed. See the Editor's prefatory note to the preceding.]

I
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^[5],—
For now the Earth has changed its face,
 A frown is on the Heaven's brow.

II
We wandered to the Pine Forest
 That skirts the Ocean's^[6] 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

1. 34 with Trelawny MS.; of 1839, 2nd ed.
2. 44 moment's Trelawny MS.; moment 1839, 2nd ed.
3. 50 And Trelawny MS. To 1839, 2nd ed.
4. 53 dun Trelawny MS.; dim 1839, 2nd ed.
5. 6 fled ed. 1824; dead Trelawny MS., 1839, 2nd ed.
6. 10 Ocean's] Ocean 1839, 2nd ed.