4. Sweet lips, could my heart have hidden That its life was crushed by you, Ye would not have then forbidden The death which a heart so true Sought in your briny dew. _20 5. ... ... ... Methinks too little cost For a moment so found, so lost! _25 *** THE ISLE. [Published by Mrs. Shelley, "Posthumous Poems", 1824.] There was a little lawny islet By anemone and violet, Like mosaic, paven: And its roof was flowers and leaves Which the summer's breath enweaves, _5 Where nor sun nor showers nor breeze Pierce the pines and tallest trees, Each a gem engraven;-- Girt by many an azure wave With which the clouds and mountains pave _10 A lake's blue chasm. *** FRAGMENT: TO THE MOON. [Published by Dr. Garnett, "Relics of Shelley", 1862.] Bright wanderer, fair coquette of Heaven, To whom alone it has been given To change and be adored for ever, Envy not this dim world, for never But once within its shadow grew _5 One fair as-- *** EPITAPH. [Published by Mrs. Shelley, "Posthumous Poems", 1824.] These are two friends whose lives were undivided; So let their memory be, now they have glided Under the grave; let not their bones be parted, For their two hearts in life were single-hearted. *** NOTE ON POEMS OF 1822, BY MRS. SHELLEY. This morn thy gallant bark Sailed on a sunny sea: 'Tis noon, and tempests dark Have wrecked it on the lee. Ah woe! ah woe! By Spirits of the deep Thou'rt cradled on the billow To thy eternal sleep. Thou sleep'st upon the shore Beside the knelling surge, And Sea-nymphs evermore Shall sadly chant thy dirge. They come, they come, The Spirits of the deep,-- While near thy seaweed pillow My lonely watch I keep. From far across the sea I hear a loud lament, By Echo's voice for thee From Ocean's caverns sent. O list! O list! The Spirits of the deep! They raise a wail of sorrow, While I forever weep.