3. When I arose and saw the dawn, _15 I sighed for thee; When light rode high, and the dew was gone, And noon lay heavy on flower and tree, And the weary Day turned to his rest, Lingering like an unloved guest, I sighed for thee. _20 4. Thy brother Death came, and cried, Wouldst thou me? Thy sweet child Sleep, the filmy-eyed, Murmured like a noontide bee, _25 Shall I nestle near thy side? Wouldst thou me?--And I replied, No, not thee! 5. Death will come when thou art dead, Soon, too soon-- _30 Sleep will come when thou art fled; Of neither would I ask the boon I ask of thee, beloved Night-- Swift be thine approaching flight, Come soon, soon! _35 NOTE: _1 o'er Harvard manuscript; over editions 1824, 1839. *** TIME. [Published by Mrs. Shelley, "Posthumous Poems", 1824.] Unfathomable Sea! whose waves are years, Ocean of Time, whose waters of deep woe Are brackish with the salt of human tears! Thou shoreless flood, which in thy ebb and flow Claspest the limits of mortality, _5 And sick of prey, yet howling on for more, Vomitest thy wrecks on its inhospitable shore; Treacherous in calm, and terrible in storm, Who shall put forth on thee, Unfathomable Sea? _10 *** LINES. [Published by Mrs. Shelley, "Posthumous Poems", 1824.] 1. Far, far away, O ye Halcyons of Memory, Seek some far calmer nest Than this abandoned breast! No news of your false spring _5 To my heart's winter bring, Once having gone, in vain Ye come again. 2. Vultures, who build your bowers High in the Future's towers, _10 Withered hopes on hopes are spread! Dying joys, choked by the dead, Will serve your beaks for prey Many a day. *** FROM THE ARABIC: AN IMITATION. [Published by Mrs. Shelley, "Posthumous Poems", 1824. There is an intermediate draft amongst the Bodleian manuscripts. See Locock, "Examination", etc., 1903, page 13.] 1. My faint spirit was sitting in the light Of thy looks, my love; It panted for thee like the hind at noon For the brooks, my love. Thy barb whose hoofs outspeed the tempest's flight _5 Bore thee far from me; My heart, for my weak feet were weary soon, Did companion thee. 2. Ah! fleeter far than fleetest storm or steed Or the death they bear, _10 The heart which tender thought clothes like a dove With the wings of care; In the battle, in the darkness, in the need, Shall mine cling to thee, Nor claim one smile for all the comfort, love, _15 It may bring to thee. NOTES: _3 hoofs]feet B. _7 were]grew B. _9 Ah!]O B. *** TO EMILIA VIVIANI.