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Panting forth light among the leaves and
flowers, As if it lived, and was outworn with speed; Or that it loved, and passion made the pulse Of its bright life throb like an anxious heart, Till it diffused itself, and all the chamber And walls seemed melted into emerald fire That burned not; in the midst of which ap
peared 1 spirit like a child, and laughed aloud A thrilling peal of such sweet merriment As made the blood tingle in my warm feet: 140 Then bent over a vase, and murmuring Low, unintelligible melodies, Placed something in the mould like melon
seeds, And slowly faded, and in place of it A soft hand issued from the veil of fire, Holding a cup like a magnolia flower, And poured upon the earth within the vase The element with which it overflowed, Brighter than morning light, and purer than The water of the springs of Himalah. 150
You waked not ?
Not until my dream became Like a child's legend on the tideless sand, Which the first foam erases half, and half Leaves legible. At length I rose, and went Visiting my flowers from pot to pot, and
Lifting the light mould at their birth, and then
190 And crept abroad into the moonlight air, And loosened all its limbs, as, noon by noon, The sun averted less his oblique beam.
It grew; And went out of the lattice which I left Half open for it, trailing its quaint spires Along the garden and across the lawn, And down the slope of moss and through the
tufts Of wild-flower roots, and stumps of trees
o'ergrown With simple lichens, and old hoary stones, 200 On to the margin of the glassy pool, Even to a nook of unblown violets And lilies-of-the-valley yet unborn, Under a pine with ivy overgrown. And there its fruit lay like a sleeping lizard Under the shadows; but when Spring indeed Came to unswathe her infants, and the lilies Peeped from their bright green masks to
wonder at This shape of autumn couched in their recess, Then it dilated, and it grew until
210 One half lay floating on the fountain wave, Whose pulse, elapsed in unlike sympathies, Kept time Among the snowy water-lily buds. Its shape was such as summer melody Of the south wind in spicy vales might give To some light cloud bound from the golden
dawn To fairy isles of evening, and it seemed In hue and form that it had been a mirror Of all the hues and forms around it and 220 Upon it pictured by the sunny beams Which, from the bright vibrations of the pool,
Were thrown upon the rafters and the roof
* * * * * * O friend, sleep was a veil uplift from heavenAs if heaven dawned upon the world of dreamWhen darkness rose on the extinguished day Out of the eastern wilderness.
CHARLES THE FIRST.
DRAMATIS PERSONÆ. KING CHARLES I.
JUxon. QUEEN HENRIETTA. ST.JOHN. LAUD, Archbishop of ARCHY, the Court Fool. Canterbury.
HAMPDEN. WENTWORTH, Earl of
CROMWELL. LORD COTTINGTON. CROMWELL'S DAUGHLORD WESTON.
TER. LORD COVENTRY.
SIR HARRY VANE the WILLIAMS, Bishop of younger. Lincoln.
LEIGHTON. Secretary LYTTELTON. | BASTWICK.
PRYNNE. Gentlemen of the Inns of Court, Citizens, Pursuivants,
Marshalsmen, Law Students, Judges, Clerk.
SCENE I. The Mask of the Inns of Court.
A PURSUIVANT. PLACE, for the Marshal of the Mask!
1 References to the projected play on the subject of Charles I. are to be found in Shelley's letters, from February 1821 to April 1822. Mrs. Shelley says he proceeded slowly with it, and at last threw it aside for The Triumph of Life. “In my opinion," said Alfieri, in dedicating his Agis to Charles,“ one can in no way make a tragedy of your tragical death, the cause of it not being sublime.” Perhaps that was what Shelley felt. See, however, page lviii of vol. i, -ED,