PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEY

And wild roses, and ivy serpentine,

With its dark buds and leaves wandering astray; And flowers, azure, black, and streak'd with gold, Fairer than any waken'd eyes behold.

And nearer to the river's trembling edge

There grew broad flag-flowers, purple prank'd with white, And starry river-buds among the sedge,

And floating water-lilies, broad and bright, Which lit the oak that overhung the hedge

With moonlight beams of their own watery light; And bulrushes, and reeds of such deep green As soothed the dazzled eye with sober sheen.

Methought that of these visionary flowers I made a nosegay, bound in such a way

That the same hues which in their natural bowers Were mingled or opposed, the like array

Kept these imprisoned children of the Hours Within my hand; and then, elate and gay,

I hasten'd to the spot whence I had come,

That I might there present it O ! to whom ?

6 '17. Remorse

A WAY ! the moor is dark beneath the moon, K* Rapid clouds have drunk the last pale beam of even : Away ! the gathering winds will call the darkness soon, And profoundest midnight shroud the serene lights of

heaven.

Pause not ! the time is past ! Every voice cries ' Away ! ' Tempt not with one last tear thy friend's ungentle mood : Thy lover's eye, so glazed and cold, dares not entreat thy stay : Duty and dereliction guide thee back to solitude.

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