FROM THE ORIGINAL DRAFT OF THE POEM TO WILLIAM SHELLEY.
[Published in Dr. Garnett’s “Relics of Shelley”, 1862.]
1.
The world is now our dwelling-place;
Where’er the earth one fading trace
Of what was great and free does keep,
That is our home!…
Mild thoughts of man’s ungentle race _5
Shall our contented exile reap;
For who that in some happy place
His own free thoughts can freely chase
By woods and waves can clothe his face
In cynic smiles? Child! we shall weep. _10
2.
This lament,
The memory of thy grievous wrong
Will fade…
But genius is omnipotent
To hallow… _15
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