THE SUNSET.1 THERE late was One within whose subtle being, There now the sun had sunk, but lines of gold That night the youth and lady mingled lay In love and sleep-but when the morning came 1 Mrs. Shelley says this poem was written in the Spring of 1816, while Shelley lived at Bishopgate, near Windsor Forest. It first occurs entire in the Posthumous Poems; but, in The Literary Pocket-Book for 1821, over the signature "A," lines 9 to 20 ap 5 10 15 20 25 The lady found her lover dead and cold. 30 Woven by some subtlest bard, to make hard hearts 35 Her eyes were black and lustreless and wan :1 Her eyelashes were worn away with tears, Her lips and cheeks were like things dead-so pale; Day's ruddy light. The tomb of thy dead self "Inheritor of more than earth can give, 3 Passionless calm and silence unreproved, text without authority, I feel sure this line is corrupt, and should be I never saw the sun-rise? We will wake here... As it stands, the youth's statement and proposal seem preposterous,—one in improbability, the other in tameness as leading up to the violent close. That two young people should choose to sleep out of doors to see the sunrise would be an idea likely to commend itself to Shelley; and that he within whose being "genius and death 41 45 50 contended" should die in the cold night air is eminently probable. 1 This lovely line is in the PocketBook; but I believe all editions but mine lack it. 2 In the Pocket-Book and Posthumous Poems, worn; but in the first edition of 1839 and onwards, torn,— certainly a misprint. 3 There is a comma at Passionless in the Posthumous Poems; but not in later editions. FRAGMENT ON HOME.1 DEAR home, thou scene of earliest hopes and joys, FRAGMENT OF A GHOST-STORY.2 A SHOVEL of his ashes took But Helen clung to her brother's arm, 66 [It will be remembered that, to this eventful year 1817 belong Laon and Cythna and a portion of Rosalind and Helen, and that, during the same period, Shelley was occupied with his Chancery case, and with the two prose pamphlets published under the pseudonym of "The Hermit of Marlow," namely A Proposal for Putting Reform to the Vote throughout the United Kingdom, and An Address to the People on the Death of the Princess Charlotte (usually, and incorrectly, designated We pity the Plumage, but Forget the Dying Bird,—which words are an epigraph, not a title); so that this was altogether a year of great productiveness.-H. B. F.] |