THE BIRTH OF PLEASURE.
[Published by Dr. Garnett, "Relics of Shelley", 1862.]
At the creation of the Earth
Pleasure, that divinest birth,
From the soil of Heaven did rise,
Wrapped in sweet wild melodies—
Like an exhalation wreathing _5
To the sound of air low-breathing
Through Aeolian pines, which make
A shade and shelter to the lake
Whence it rises soft and slow;
Her life-breathing [limbs] did flow _10
In the harmony divine
Of an ever-lengthening line
Which enwrapped her perfect form
With a beauty clear and warm.
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FRAGMENT: LOVE THE UNIVERSE TO-DAY.
[Published by Mrs. Shelley, "Poetical Works", 1839, 1st edition.]
And who feels discord now or sorrow?
Love is the universe to-day—
These are the slaves of dim to-morrow,
Darkening Life's labyrinthine way.
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FRAGMENT: 'A GENTLE STORY OF TWO LOVERS YOUNG'.
[Published by Mrs. Shelley, "Poetical Works", 1839, 2nd edition.]