The Complete Poetical Works of Percy Bysshe Shelley (ed. Hutchinson, 1914)/To Jane: The Recollection
TO JANE: THE RECOLLECTION
[Published by Mrs. Shelley, P. W., 1839, 2nd ed. See the Editor's prefatory note to the preceding.]
INow the last day of many days, All beautiful and bright as thou, The loveliest and the last, is dead,Rise, Memory, and write its praise! Up,—to thy wonted work! come, trace 5 The epitaph of glory fled[1],—For now the Earth has changed its face, A frown is on the Heaven's brow.
IIWe wandered to the Pine Forest That skirts the Ocean's[2] foam, 10The lightest wind was in its nest, The tempest in its home.The whispering waves were half asleep, The clouds were gone to play,And on the bosom of the deep 15 The smile of Heaven lay;It seemed as if the hour were one Sent from beyond the skies,Which scattered from above the sunA light of Paradise. 20
IIIWe paused amid the pines that stoodThe giants of the waste,Tortured by storms to shapes as rudeAs serpents interlaced;[3]And, soothed by every azure breath,That under Heaven is blown, 26To harmonies and hues beneath,As tender as its own,[4]Now all the tree-tops lay asleep,Like green waves on the sea, 30As still as in the silent deepThe ocean woods may be.
IVHow calm it was!—the silence thereBy such a chain was boundThat even the busy woodpecker 35Made stiller by her soundThe inviolable quietness;The breath of peace we drewWith its soft motion made not lessThe calm that round us grew. 40There seemed from the remotest seatOf the white[5] mountain waste,To the soft flower beneath our feet,A magic circle traced,—A spirit interfused around, 45A thrilling, silent life,—To momentary peace it boundOur mortal nature's strife;And still I felt the centre ofThe magic circle there 50Was one fair form that filled with loveThe lifeless atmosphere.
VWe paused beside the pools that lieUnder the forest bough,—Each seemed as 'twere a little sky 55Gulfed in a world below;A firmament of purple lightWhich in the dark earth lay,More boundless than the depth of night,And purer than the day— 60In which the lovely forests grew,As in the upper air,More perfect both in shape and hueThan any spreading there.There lay the glade and neighbouring lawn, 65And through the dark green woodThe white sun twinkling like the dawnOut of a speckled cloud.Sweet views which in our world aboveCan never well be seen, 70Were imaged by the water's loveOf that fair forest green.And all was interfused beneathWith an Elysian glow,An atmosphere without a breath, 75A softer day below.Like one beloved the scene had lentTo the dark water's breast,Its every leaf and lineamentWith more than truth expressed;Until an envious wind crept by, 81Like an unwelcome thought,Which from the mind's too faithful eyeBlots one dear image out.Though thou art ever fair and kind,The forests ever green, 86Less oft is peace in Shelley's[6] mind,Than calm in waters, seen.