The Complete Poetical Works of Percy Bysshe Shelley Part 89

See these lines in "Posthumous Poems", 1824, page 209: "Song of a Spirit".

_16 have 1839; omitted 1824, page 209.

_25 seas, and waves 1824, page 209; seas, waves 1839.

[A good Spirit, who watches over the Pirate's fate, leads, in a mysterious manner, the lady of his love to the Enchanted Isle. She is accompanied by a Youth, who loves the lady, but whose pa.s.sion she returns only with a sisterly affection. The ensuing scene takes place between them on their arrival at the Isle. [MRS. Sh.e.l.lEY'S NOTE, 1839.]]

ANOTHER SCENE.

INDIAN YOUTH AND LADY.

INDIAN: And, if my grief should still be dearer to me Than all the pleasures in the world beside, Why would you lighten it?--

NOTE: _29 pleasures]pleasure 1824.

LADY: I offer only _30 That which I seek, some human sympathy In this mysterious island.

INDIAN: Oh! my friend, My sister, my beloved!--What do I say?

My brain is dizzy, and I scarce know whether I speak to thee or her.

LADY: Peace, perturbed heart! _35 I am to thee only as thou to mine, The pa.s.sing wind which heals the brow at noon, And may strike cold into the breast at night, Yet cannot linger where it soothes the most, Or long soothe could it linger.

INDIAN: But you said _40 You also loved?

NOTE: _32-_41 a.s.signed to INDIAN, 1824.

LADY: Loved! Oh, I love. Methinks This word of love is fit for all the world, And that for gentle hearts another name Would speak of gentler thoughts than the world owns.

I have loved.

INDIAN: And thou lovest not? if so, _45 Young as thou art thou canst afford to weep.

LADY: Oh! would that I could claim exemption From all the bitterness of that sweet name.

I loved, I love, and when I love no more Let joys and grief perish, and leave despair _50 To ring the knell of youth. He stood beside me, The embodied vision of the brightest dream, Which like a dawn heralds the day of life; The shadow of his presence made my world A Paradise. All familiar things he touched, _55 All common words he spoke, became to me Like forms and sounds of a diviner world.

He was as is the sun in his fierce youth, As terrible and lovely as a tempest; He came, and went, and left me what I am. _60 Alas! Why must I think how oft we two Have sate together near the river springs, Under the green pavilion which the willow Spreads on the floor of the unbroken fountain, Strewn, by the nurslings that linger there, _65 Over that islet paved with flowers and moss, While the musk-rose leaves, like flakes of crimson snow, Showered on us, and the dove mourned in the pine, Sad prophetess of sorrows not her own?

The crane returned to her unfrozen haunt, _70 And the false cuckoo bade the spray good morn; And on a wintry bough the widowed bird, Hid in the deepest night of ivy-leaves, Renewed the vigils of a sleepless sorrow.

I, left like her, and leaving one like her, _75 Alike abandoned and abandoning (Oh! unlike her in this!) the gentlest youth, Whose love had made my sorrows dear to him, Even as my sorrow made his love to me!

NOTE: _71 spray Rossetti 1870, Woodberry; Spring Forman, Dowden.

INDIAN: One curse of Nature stamps in the same mould _80 The features of the wretched; and they are As like as violet to violet, When memory, the ghost, their odours keeps Mid the cold relics of abandoned joy.-- Proceed.

LADY: He was a simple innocent boy. _85 I loved him well, but not as he desired; Yet even thus he was content to be:-- A short content, for I was--

INDIAN [ASIDE]: G.o.d of Heaven!

From such an islet, such a river-spring--!

I dare not ask her if there stood upon it _90 A pleasure-dome surmounted by a crescent, With steps to the blue water.

[ALOUD.]

It may be That Nature masks in life several copies Of the same lot, so that the sufferers May feel another's sorrow as their own, _95 And find in friends.h.i.+p what they lost in love.

That cannot be: yet it is strange that we, From the same scene, by the same path to this Realm of abandonment-- But speak! your breath-- Your breath is like soft music, your words are _100 The echoes of a voice which on my heart Sleeps like a melody of early days.

But as you said--

LADY: He was so awful, yet So beautiful in mystery and terror, Calming me as the loveliness of heaven _105 Soothes the unquiet sea:--and yet not so, For he seemed stormy, and would often seem A quenchless sun masked in portentous clouds; For such his thoughts, and even his actions were; But he was not of them, nor they of him, _110 But as they hid his splendour from the earth.

Some said he was a man of blood and peril, And steeped in bitter infamy to the lips.

More need was there I should be innocent, More need that I should be most true and kind, _115 And much more need that there should be found one To share remorse and scorn and solitude, And all the ills that wait on those who do The tasks of ruin in the world of life.

He fled, and I have followed him.

INDIAN: Such a one _120 Is he who was the winter of my peace.

But, fairest stranger, when didst thou depart From the far hills where rise the springs of India?

How didst thou pa.s.s the intervening sea?

LADY: If I be sure I am not dreaming now, _125 I should not doubt to say it was a dream.

Methought a star came down from heaven, And rested mid the plants of India, Which I had given a shelter from the frost Within my chamber. There the meteor lay, _130 Panting forth light among the leaves and flowers, As if it lived, and was outworn with speed; Or that it loved, and pa.s.sion made the pulse Of its bright life throb like an anxious heart, Till it diffused itself; and all the chamber _135 And walls seemed melted into emerald fire That burned not; in the midst of which appeared A spirit like a child, and laughed aloud A thrilling peal of such sweet merriment As made the blood tingle in my warm feet: _140 Then bent over a vase, and murmuring Low, unintelligible melodies, Placed something in the mould like melon-seeds, And slowly faded, and in place of it A soft hand issued from the veil of fire, _145 Holding a cup like a magnolia flower, And poured upon the earth within the vase The element with which it overflowed, Brighter than morning light, and purer than The water of the springs of Himalah. _150

NOTE: _120-_126 Such...dream 1839; omitted 1824.

INDIAN: You waked not?

LADY: Not until my dream became Like a child's legend on the tideless sand.

Which the first foam erases half, and half Leaves legible. At length I rose, and went, Visiting my flowers from pot to pot, and thought _155 To set new cuttings in the empty urns, And when I came to that beside the lattice, I saw two little dark-green leaves Lifting the light mould at their birth, and then I half-remembered my forgotten dream. _160 And day by day, green as a gourd in June, The plant grew fresh and thick, yet no one knew What plant it was; its stem and tendrils seemed Like emerald snakes, mottled and diamonded With azure mail and streaks of woven silver; _165 And all the sheaths that folded the dark buds Rose like the crest of cobra-di-capel, Until the golden eye of the bright flower, Through the dark lashes of those veined lids, ...disenc.u.mbered of their silent sleep, _170 Gazed like a star into the morning light.

Its leaves were delicate, you almost saw The pulses With which the purple velvet flower was fed To overflow, and like a poet's heart _175 Changing bright fancy to sweet sentiment, Changed half the light to fragrance. It soon fell, And to a green and dewy embryo-fruit Left all its treasured beauty. Day by day I nursed the plant, and on the double flute _180 Played to it on the sunny winter days Soft melodies, as sweet as April rain On silent leaves, and sang those words in which Pa.s.sion makes Echo taunt the sleeping strings; And I would send tales of forgotten love _185 Late into the lone night, and sing wild songs Of maids deserted in the olden time, And weep like a soft cloud in April's bosom Upon the sleeping eyelids of the plant, So that perhaps it dreamed that Spring was come, _190 And crept abroad into the moonlight air, And loosened all its limbs, as, noon by noon, The sun averted less his oblique beam.

INDIAN: And the plant died not in the frost?

LADY: It grew; And went out of the lattice which I left _195 Half open for it, trailing its quaint spires Along the garden and across the lawn, And down the slope of moss and through the tufts Of wild-flower roots, and stumps of trees o'ergrown With simple lichens, and old h.o.a.ry stones, _200 On to the margin of the gla.s.sy pool, Even to a nook of unblown violets And lilies-of-the-valley yet unborn, Under a pine with ivy overgrown.

And theme its fruit lay like a sleeping lizard _205 Under the shadows; but when Spring indeed Came to unswathe her infants, and the lilies Peeped from their bright green masks to wonder at This shape of autumn couched in their recess, Then it dilated, and it grew until _210 One half lay floating on the fountain wave, Whose pulse, elapsed in unlike sympathies, Kept time Among the snowy water-lily buds.

Its shape was such as summer melody _215 Of the south wind in spicy vales might give To some light cloud bound from the golden dawn To fairy isles of evening, and it seemed In hue and form that it had been a mirror Of all the hues and forms around it and _220 Upon it pictured by the sunny beams Which, from the bright vibrations of the pool, Were thrown upon the rafters and the roof Of boughs and leaves, and on the pillared stems Of the dark sylvan temple, and reflections _225 Of every infant flower and star of moss And veined leaf in the azure odorous air.

And thus it lay in the Elysian calm Of its own beauty, floating on the line Which, like a film in purest s.p.a.ce, divided _230 The heaven beneath the water from the heaven Above the clouds; and every day I went Watching its growth and wondering; And as the day grew hot, methought I saw A gla.s.sy vapour dancing on the pool, _235 And on it little quaint and filmy shapes.

With dizzy motion, wheel and rise and fall, Like clouds of gnats with perfect lineaments.

O friend, sleep was a veil uplift from Heaven-- As if Heaven dawned upon the world of dream-- _240 When darkness rose on the extinguished day Out of the eastern wilderness.

INDIAN: I too Have found a moment's paradise in sleep Half compensate a h.e.l.l of waking sorrow.

CHARLES THE FIRST.

["Charles the First" was designed in 1818, begun towards the close of 1819 [Medwin, "Life", 2 page 62], resumed in January, and finally laid aside by June, 1822. It was published in part in the "Posthumous Poems", 1824, and printed, in its present form (with the addition of some 530 lines), by Mr. W.M. Rossetti, 1870. Further particulars are given in the Editor's Notes at the end of Volume 3.]

DRAMATIS PERSONAE:

KING CHARLES I.

QUEEN HENRIETTA.

LAUD, ARCHBISHOP OF CANTERBURY.

WENTWORTH, EARL OF STRAFFORD.

LORD COTTINGTON.

LORD WESTON.

LORD COVENTRY.