The Complete Poetical Works of Percy Bysshe Shelley (ed. Hutchinson, 1914)/With a Guitar, to Jane

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221059The Complete Poetical Works of Percy Bysshe Shelley — With a Guitar, to JanePercy Bysshe Shelley

WITH A GUITAR, TO JANE

[Published by Medwin, The Athenæum, Oct. 20, 1832; Frazer's Magazine, Jan. 1833. There is a copy amongst the Trelawny MSS.]

Ariel to Miranda:—Take
This slave of Music, for the sake
Of him who is the slave of thee,
And teach it all the harmony
In which thou canst, and only thou,
Make the delighted spirit glow, 6
Till joy denies itself again,
And, too intense, is turned to pain;
For by permission and command
Of thine own Prince Ferdinand, 10
Poor Ariel sends this silent token
Of more than ever[1] can be spoken;
Your guardian spirit, Ariel, who,
From life to life, must still pursue
Your happiness;—for thus alone 15
Can Ariel ever find his own.
From Prospero's enchanted cell,
As the mighty verses tell,
To the throne of Naples, he
Lit you o'er the trackless sea, 20
Flitting on, your prow before,
Like a living meteor.
When you die, the silent Moon,
In her interlunar swoon,
Is not sadder in her cell 25
Than deserted Ariel.
When you live again on earth,
Like an unseen star of birth,
Ariel guides you o'er the sea
Of life from your nativity. 30
Many changes have been run
Since Ferdinand and you begun
Your course of love, and Ariel still
Has tracked your steps, and served your will;
Now, in humbler, happier lot, 35
This is all remembered not;
And now, alas! the poor sprite is
Imprisoned, for some fault of his,
In a body like a grave;—
From you he only dares to crave, 40
For his service and his sorrow,
A smile to-day, a song to-morrow.

The artist who this idol wrought,
To echo all harmonious thought,
Felled a tree, while on the steep 45
The woods[2] were in their winter sleep,
Rocked in that repose divine
On the wind-swept Apennine;
And dreaming, some of Autumn past,
And some of Spring approaching fast, 50
And some of April buds and showers,
And some of songs in July bowers,
And all of love; and so this tree,—
O that such our death may be!—
Died in sleep, and felt no pain, 55
To live in happier form again:
From which, beneath Heaven's fairest star,
The artist wrought this[3] loved Guitar,
And taught it justly to reply,
To all who question skilfully, 60
In language gentle as thine own;[4]
Whispering in enamoured tone
Sweet oracles of woods and dells.
And summer winds in sylvan cells;
For it had learned all harmonies 65
Of the plains and of the skies,
Of the forests and the mountains,
And the many-voiced fountains;
The clearest echoes of the hills,
The softest notes of falling rills, 70
The melodies of birds and bees,
The murmuring of summer seas,
And pattering rain, and breathing dew,
And airs of evening; and it knew
That seldom-heard mysterious sound,
Which, driven on[5] its diurnal round,
As it floats through boundless day,
Our world enkindles on its way.—
All this it knows, but will not tell
To those who cannot question well
The Spirit that inhabits it; 81
It talks according to the wit
Of its companions; and no more
Is heard than has been felt before,
By those who tempt it to betray 85
These secrets of an elder day:
But, sweetly as its answers will
Flatter hands of perfect skill,
It keeps its highest, holiest tone
For our beloved Jane[6] alone. 90

  1. 12 Of more than ever] Of love that never 1833.
  2. 46 woods Trelawny MS., 1839, 2nd ed.; winds 1832, 1833, 1839, 1st ed.
  3. 58 this Trelawny MS., 1839, 2nd ed.; that 1832, 1833, 1839, lst ed.
  4. 61 thine own Trelawny MS., 1839, 2nd ed.; its own 1832. 1833, 1839, 1st ed.
  5. 76 on Trelawny MS., 1839, 2nd ed.; in 1832, 1833, 1839, 1st ed.
  6. 90 Jane Trelawny MS.; friend 1832, 1833, edd. 1839.