2. There were sweet dreams in the night Of Time long past: And, was it sadness or delight, Each day a shadow onward cast _10 Which made us wish it yet might last-- That Time long past. 3. There is regret, almost remorse, For Time long past. 'Tis like a child's beloved corse _15 A father watches, till at last Beauty is like remembrance, cast From Time long past. *** FRAGMENT: THE DESERTS OF DIM SLEEP. [Published by Rossetti, "Complete Poetical Works of P. B. S.", 1870.] I went into the deserts of dim sleep-- That world which, like an unknown wilderness, Bounds this with its recesses wide and deep-- *** FRAGMENT: 'THE VIEWLESS AND INVISIBLE CONSEQUENCE'. [Published by Rossetti, "Complete Poetical Works of P. B. S.", 1870.] The viewless and invisible Consequence Watches thy goings-out, and comings-in, And...hovers o'er thy guilty sleep, Unveiling every new-born deed, and thoughts More ghastly than those deeds-- _5 *** FRAGMENT: A SERPENT-FACE. [Published by Rossetti, "Complete Poetical Works of P. B. S.", 1870.] His face was like a snake's--wrinkled and loose And withered-- *** FRAGMENT: DEATH IN LIFE. [Published by Dr. Garnett, "Relics of Shelley", 1862.] My head is heavy, my limbs are weary, And it is not life that makes me move. *** FRAGMENT: 'SUCH HOPE, AS IS THE SICK DESPAIR OF GOOD'. [Published by Dr. Garnett, "Relics of Shelley", 1862.] Such hope, as is the sick despair of good, Such fear, as is the certainty of ill, Such doubt, as is pale Expectation's food Turned while she tastes to poison, when the will Is powerless, and the spirit... _5 *** FRAGMENT: 'ALAS! THIS IS NOT WHAT I THOUGHT LIFE WAS'. [Published by Mrs. Shelley, "Poetical Works", 1839, 1st edition. This fragment is joined by Forman with that immediately preceding.] Alas! this is not what I thought life was. I knew that there were crimes and evil men, Misery and hate; nor did I hope to pass Untouched by suffering, through the rugged glen. In mine own heart I saw as in a glass _5 The hearts of others ... And when I went among my kind, with triple brass Of calm endurance my weak breast I armed, To bear scorn, fear, and hate, a woful mass! *** FRAGMENT: MILTON'S SPIRIT. [Published by Rossetti, "Complete Poetical Works of P. B. S.", 1870.] I dreamed that Milton's spirit rose, and took From life's green tree his Uranian lute; And from his touch sweet thunder flowed, and shook All human things built in contempt of man,-- And sanguine thrones and impious altars quaked, _5 Prisons and citadels... NOTE: _2 lute Uranian cj. A.C. Bradley. *** FRAGMENT: 'UNRISEN SPLENDOUR OF THE BRIGHTEST SUN'. [Published by Dr. Garnett, "Relics of Shelley", 1862.]