The Complete Poetical Works of Percy Bysshe Shelley (ed. Hutchinson, 1914)/The Magnetic Lady to her Patient
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THE MAGNETIC LADY TO HER PATIENT
[Published by Medwin, The Athenæum, August 11, 1832. There is a copy amongst the Trelawny MSS.]
I'Sleep,[1] sleep on! forget thy pain;My hand is on thy brow,My spirit on thy brain;My pity on thy heart, poor friend;And from my fingers flow 5The powers of life, and like a sign,Seal thee from thine hour of woe;And brood on thee, but may not blendWith thine.
II'Sleep,[1] sleep on! I love thee not; 10But when I think that heWho made and makes my lotAs full of flowers as thine of weeds,Might have been lost like thee;And that a hand which was not mine 15Might then have charmed[2] his agonyAs I another's—my heart bleedsFor thine.
III'Sleep, sleep, and with the slumber ofThe dead and the unborn 20Forget thy life and love;[3]Forget that thou must wake forever;Forget the world's dull scorn;Forget lost health, and the divineFeelings which died in youth's brief morn; 25And forget me, for I can neverBe thine.
IV'Like a cloud big with a May shower,My soul weeps healing rainOn thee, thou withered flower! 30It breathes mute music on thy sleepIts odour calms thy brain!Its light within thy gloomy breastSpreads like a second youth again.By mine thy being is to its deep 35Possessed.