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FRAGMENT: TO ONE SINGING.1

My spirit like a charmed bark doth swim Upon the liquid waves of thy sweet singing, Far away into the regions dim

Of rapture—as a boat, with swift sails winging Its way adown some many-winding river.

TO THE LORD CHANCELLOR, 2

I.

THY country's curse is on thee, darkest crest
Of that foul, knotted, many-headed worm
Which rends our Mother's bosom-Priestly Pest!
Masked Resurrection of a buried Form !3

II.

Thy country's curse is on thee! Justice sold, Truth trampled, Nature's landmarks overthrown,

1 This and the five fragments at pp. 404-6, given by Mrs. Shelley (without any titles) in her note on Poems of 1817, in the first edition of 1839, are all, I presume, assignable to the year 1817. This and the first four of the others seem to be from the note-book containing the MS. of the poem To Constantia, Singing; and this particular one associates itself naturally in the mind with the lady addressed as Constantia. It is to be observed that Shelley subsequently made use of these lines in an altered form in the song of Asia ending Act II of Prometheus Unbound. See Vol. II of this edition, p. 214.

2 Mr. Rossetti assigns this poem and the next to August or September, 1817, on the reasonable ground that Lord Chancellor Eldon's decree, depriving Shelley of the custody of

his children, Charles and Ianthe, was pronounced in August. Mrs. Shelley printed seven of the stanzas To the Lord Chancellor in her note on the poems of 1819, in the first edition of 1839: in the second, she gave the whole poem, still, however, in the note. The text has been collated with two transcripts in Mrs. Shelley's writing, -one formerly in Leigh Hunt's pos session, but now in the hands of Mr. Edward Spender, whom I have to thank for the loan of it, and the other in the possession of Mr. Charles Cowden Clarke. This, Mrs. Clarke kindly copied for me it varies slightly from the other. I have adopted, in minutiæ, whatever readings from these sources seem most likely to be accurate.

3 The Star Chamber, Mrs. Shelley explains.

And heaps of fraud-accumulated gold,

Plead, loud as thunder, at Destruction's throne.

III.

And, whilst that sure1 slow Angel which aye stands
Watching the beck of Mutability

Delays to execute her high commands,

And, though a nation weeps, spares thine and thee,

IV.

O let a father's curse be on thy soul,

And let a daughter's hope be on thy tomb; Be2 both, on thy grey head, a leaden cowl

To weigh thee down to thine3 approaching doom!

V.

I curse thee by a parent's outraged love,

By hopes long cherished and too lately lost,
By gentle feelings thou couldst never prove,
By griefs which thy stern nature never crost;

VI.

By those infantine smiles of happy light,
Which were a fire within a stranger's hearth,
Quenched even when kindled, in untimely night,
Hiding the promise of a lovely birth ;*

VII.

By those unpractised accents of young speech,
Which he who is a father thought to frame

1 In Mrs. Shelley's editions, and one of the transcripts, slow sure,-in the other transcript sure slow.

2 So in one of the transcripts; but in the other, and in Mrs. Shelley's edition, And both &c.

3 So in one transcript, but thy in the other.

4 So in both transcripts and in the second edition of 1839; but in the first

Hiding the promises of lovely birth.

To gentlest lore, such as the wisest teach

Thou strike the lyre of mind! O grief and shame!

VIII.

By all the happy see in children's growth-
That undeveloped flower of budding years-
Sweetness and sadness interwoven both,

Source of the sweetest hopes and saddest fears

IX.

By all the days under an1 hireling's care,
Of dull constraint and bitter heaviness,—

O wretched ye if ever any were,—

Sadder than orphans, yet not fatherless!

X.

By the false cant which on their innocent lips
Must hang like poison on an opening bloom,
By the dark creeds which cover with eclipse
Their pathway from the cradle to the tomb-

XI.

By thy most impious Hell, and all its terror;2
By all the grief, the madness, and the guilt
Of thine impostures, which must be their error—
That sand on which thy crumbling power is built-

XII.

By thy complicity with lust and hate

Thy thirst for tears-thy hunger after gold-
The ready frauds which ever on thee wait-
The servile arts in which thou hast grown old-

1 So in both transcripts, but a in Mrs. Shelley's editions.

2 So in both transcripts, and error in the next line but one; but in Mrs.

Shelley's editions terrors and errors.

3 In one transcript, art,-in the other and in Mrs. Shelley's edition, hast.

XIII.

By thy most killing sneer, and by thy smile-
By all the arts and snares of thy black den,1
And-for thou canst outweep the crocodile-
By thy false tears-those millstones braining men-

XIV.

By all the hate which checks a father's love—
By all the scorn which kills a father's care-
By those most impious hands which dared remove
Nature's high bounds-by thee-and by despair-

XV.

Yes, the despair which bids a father groan,

And cry2-my children are no longer mineThe blood within those veins may be mine own, But-Tyrant-their polluted souls are thine ;

XVI.

I curse thee though I hate thee not-O slave!
If thou couldst quench the earth-consuming Hell
Of which thou art a dæmon, on thy grave

This curse should be a blessing. Fare thee well!

1 In one transcript this line is as in the text in the other we read

By all the snares and nets of thy false den, but in Mrs. Shelley's and Mr. Rossetti's editions acts is misprinted for arts.

* In one transcript we read say for cry.

3 So in one transcript, but their in the other.

So in Mrs. Shelley's editions; but soul is in both transcripts.

TO WILLIAM SHELLEY.1

I.

THE billows on the beach are leaping around it,
The bark is weak and frail,

The sea looks black, and the clouds that bound it

Darkly strew the gale.

Come with me, thou3 delightful child,

Come with me, though the wave is wild,

And the winds are loose, we must not stay,

Or the slaves of the law may rend thee away.

II.

They have taken thy brother and sister dear,
They have made them unfit for thee;
They have withered the smile and dried the tear
Which should have been sacred to me.
To a blighting faith and a cause of crime
They have bound them slaves in youthly prime, 5
And they will curse my name and thee
Because we are fearless and free.

III.

Come thou, beloved as thou art;

Another sleepeth still

Near thy sweet mother's anxious heart,
Which thou with joy shalt fill,

1 The first, fifth, and sixth of these stanzas were given by Mrs. Shelley in the note containing the last poem, in the first edition of 1839, and in the second the whole poem appeared. Mr. Charles Cowden Clarke has a transcript of it in Mrs. Shelley's writing.

2 The words on the beach, are omitted from the first edition of 1839, but appear in the second and in the transcript.

3 The word thou, which is in Mrs. Shelley's editions, is not in the transcript.

So in the transcript and the first edition; but in the second the is omitted. 5 So in the transcript, but time in Mrs. Shelley's edition.

6 So in the transcript, but fearless are in Mrs. Shelley's edition.

7 So in the transcript, but wilt in previous editions.

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