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To the soft flower beneath our feet,

A magic circle traced,
A spirit interfused around,

A thrilling silent life,
To momentary peace it bound

Our mortal nature's strife ;-
And still I felt the centre of

The magic circle there,
Was one fair form that filled with love

The lifeless atmosphere.

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We paused beside the pools that lie

Under the forest bough,
Each seemed as 'twere a little sky

Gulphed in a world below;
A firmament of purple light,

Which in the dark earth lay,
More boundless than the depth of night,
And
purer

than the day — In which the lovely forests grew

As in the upper air,
More perfect both in shape and hue

Than any spreading there.
There lay the glade and neighbouring lawn,
And through the dark green wood

The white sun twinkling like the dawn

Out of a speckled cloud. Sweet views which in our world above

Can never well be seen, Were imaged by the water's love

Of that fair forest green.
And all was interfused beneath

With an elysian glow,
An atmosphere without a breath,

A softer day below.
Like one beloved the scene had lent

To the dark water's breast,
Its every leaf and lineament

With more than truth exprest; Until an envious wind crept by,

Like an unwelcome thought, Which from the mind's too faithful eye

Blots one dear image out.
Though thou art ever fair and kind,

The forest ever green,
Less oft is peace in Shelley's mind,

Than calm in waters seen.

WITH A GUITAR, TO JANE.

ARIEL to Miranda. -Take
This slave of Music, for the sake
Of him who is the slave of thee,
And teach it all the harmony
In which thou canst, and only thou,
Make the delighted spirit glow,
Till joy denies itself again,
And, too intense, is turned to pain ;
For by commission and command
Of thine own Prince Ferdinand,
Poor Ariel sends this silent token
Of more than ever can be spoken;
Your guardian spirit, Ariel, who,
From life to life, must still pursue
Your happiness;- for thus alone
Can Ariel ever find his own.
From Prospero's inchanted cell,
As the mighty verses tell,
To the throne of Naples, he
Lit you
o'er the trackless sea,

Flitting on, your prow before,
Like a living meteor.
When you die, the silent Moon,
In her interlunar swoon,
Is not sadder in her cell
Than deserted Ariel.
When you live again on earth,
Like an unseen star of birth,
Ariel guides you o'er the sea
Of life from your nativity.
Many changes have been run,
Since Ferdinand and you begun
Your course of love, and Ariel still
Has tracked your steps, and served your will ;
Now, in humbler, happier lot,
This is all remembered not;
And now, alas ! the poor sprite is
Imprisoned, for some fault of his,
In a body like a grave ;
From you he only dares to crave,
For his service and his sorrow,
A smile to-day, a song to-morrow.

The artist who this idol wrought,
To echo all harmonious thought,
Felled a tree, while on the steep
The woods were in their winter sleep,

Rocked in that repose

divine On the wind-swept Apennine ; And dreaming, some of Autumn past, And some of Spring approaching fast, And some of April buds and showers, And some of songs in July bowers, And all of love ; and so this tree, O that such our death may be ! Died in sleep, and felt no pain, To live in happier form again : From which, beneath Heaven's fairest star, The artist wrought this loved Guitar, And taught it justly to reply, To all who question skilfully, In language gentle as thine own; Whispering in enamoured tone Sweet oracles of woods and dells, And summer winds in sylvan cells; For it had learnt all harmonies Of the plains and of the skies, Of the forests and the mountains, And the many-voicèd fountains ; The clearest echoes of the hills, The softest notes of falling rills, The melodies of birds and bees, The murmuring of summer seas,

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