[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
***
ON FANNY GODWIN.
[Published by Mrs. Shelley, among the poems of 1817, in “Poetical
Works”, 1839, 1st edition.]
Her voice did quiver as we parted,
Yet knew I not that heart was broken
From which it came, and I departed
Heeding not the words then spoken.
Misery—O Misery, _5
This world is all too wide for thee.
***
LINES.
[Published by Mrs. Shelley with the date ‘November 5th, 1817,’ in
“Posthumous Poems”, 1824.]