[Published, (1) by Mrs. Shelley, "Posthumous Poems", 1824; (2, 1) by Dr. Garnett, "Relics of Shelley", 1862; (2, 2 and 3) by H. Buxton Forman, "Poetical Works of P. B. S.", 1876.] 1. Madonna, wherefore hast thou sent to me Sweet-basil and mignonette? Embleming love and health, which never yet In the same wreath might be. Alas, and they are wet! _5 Is it with thy kisses or thy tears? For never rain or dew Such fragrance drew From plant or flower--the very doubt endears My sadness ever new, _10 The sighs I breathe, the tears I shed for thee. 2. Send the stars light, but send not love to me, In whom love ever made Health like a heap of embers soon to fade-- *** THE FUGITIVES. [Published by Mrs. Shelley, "Posthumous Poems". 1824.] 1. The waters are flashing, The white hail is dashing, The lightnings are glancing, The hoar-spray is dancing-- Away! _5 The whirlwind is rolling, The thunder is tolling, The forest is swinging, The minster bells ringing-- Come away! _10 The Earth is like Ocean, Wreck-strewn and in motion: Bird, beast, man and worm Have crept out of the storm-- Come away! _15 2. 'Our boat has one sail And the helmsman is pale;-- A bold pilot I trow, Who should follow us now,'-- Shouted he-- _20 And she cried: 'Ply the oar! Put off gaily from shore!'-- As she spoke, bolts of death Mixed with hail, specked their path O'er the sea. _25 And from isle, tower and rock, The blue beacon-cloud broke, And though dumb in the blast, The red cannon flashed fast From the lee. _30 3. And 'Fear'st thou?' and 'Fear'st thou?' And Seest thou?' and 'Hear'st thou?' And 'Drive we not free O'er the terrible sea, I and thou?' _35 One boat-cloak did cover The loved and the lover-- Their blood beats one measure, They murmur proud pleasure Soft and low;-- _40 While around the lashed Ocean, Like mountains in motion, Is withdrawn and uplifted, Sunk, shattered and shifted To and fro. _45 4. In the court of the fortress Beside the pale portress, Like a bloodhound well beaten The bridegroom stands, eaten By shame; _50 On the topmost watch-turret, As a death-boding spirit Stands the gray tyrant father, To his voice the mad weather Seems tame; _55