Ye gentle visitations of calm thought-- Moods like the memories of happier earth, Which come arrayed in thoughts of little worth, Like stars in clouds by the weak winds enwrought,-- But that the clouds depart and stars remain, _5 While they remain, and ye, alas, depart! *** FRAGMENT: MUSIC AND SWEET POETRY. [Published by Mrs. Shelley, "Poetical Works", 1839, 2nd edition.] How sweet it is to sit and read the tales Of mighty poets and to hear the while Sweet music, which when the attention fails Fills the dim pause-- *** FRAGMENT: THE SEPULCHRE OF MEMORY. [Published by Mrs. Shelley, "Poetical Works", 1839, 1st edition.] And where is truth? On tombs? for such to thee Has been my heart--and thy dead memory Has lain from childhood, many a changeful year, Unchangingly preserved and buried there. *** FRAGMENT: 'WHEN A LOVER CLASPS HIS FAIREST'. [Published by Mrs. Shelley, "Poetical Works", 1839, 2nd edition.] 1. When a lover clasps his fairest, Then be our dread sport the rarest. Their caresses were like the chaff In the tempest, and be our laugh His despair--her epitaph! _5 2. When a mother clasps her child, Watch till dusty Death has piled His cold ashes on the clay; She has loved it many a day-- She remains,--it fades away. _10 *** FRAGMENT: 'WAKE THE SERPENT NOT'. [Published by Mrs. Shelley, "Poetical Works", 1839, 2nd edition.] Wake the serpent not--lest he Should not know the way to go,-- Let him crawl which yet lies sleeping Through the deep grass of the meadow! Not a bee shall hear him creeping, _5 Not a may-fly shall awaken From its cradling blue-bell shaken, Not the starlight as he's sliding Through the grass with silent gliding. *** FRAGMENT: RAIN. [Published by Mrs. Shelley, "Poetical Works", 1839, 2nd edition.] The fitful alternations of the rain, When the chill wind, languid as with pain Of its own heavy moisture, here and there Drives through the gray and beamless atmosphere. *** FRAGMENT: A TALE UNTOLD. [Published by Mrs. Shelley, "Poetical Works", 1839, 2nd edition.] One sung of thee who left the tale untold, Like the false dawns which perish in the bursting; Like empty cups of wrought and daedal gold, Which mock the lips with air, when they are thirsting. *** FRAGMENT: TO ITALY. [Published by Dr. Garnett, "Relics of Shelley", 1862.] As the sunrise to the night, As the north wind to the clouds, As the earthquake's fiery flight, Ruining mountain solitudes, Everlasting Italy, _5 Be those hopes and fears on thee. *** FRAGMENT: WINE OF THE FAIRIES. [Published by Mrs. Shelley, "Poetical Works", 1839, 1st edition.]