A curious volume, patch'd and torn, Perplex'd her with a thousand things,- Azure saints in silver rays, Moses' breastplate, and the seven Bertha was a maiden fair, Dwelling in the old Minster-square; From plaited lawn-frill, fine and thin, All was gloom, and silent all, 40 the old MS.: th' old Houghton. 52 Upon] Amid MS., cancelled. 53-4 She look abroa. She rais'd her head and all was gloom 30 40 50 60 Of one returning homewards late, The clamorous daws, that all the day 60 And struck a lamp from the dismal coal; 70 On ceiling-beam and old oak chair, The room with wildest forms and shades, By Through 80 the [now?] echoing Minster gate MS., rejected. 63 Were gone long ago, MS., cancelled. 66 The reading of the for and the is from the manuscript. 68 Both abroad and in the room: MS., rejected. 69-70 The Maiden lost in dizzy maze Tu[r]n'd to the fire and made a blaze MS., cancelled. 77 And angled screen MS., cancelled. 79 Java Pheasants, Doves of Siam cancelled for Doves of Siam, Lima Mice MS. 83 She read untird MS., cancelled. 86 some] three MS., cancelled: Queens MS. 88 her] their MS., cancelled. Untir'd she read the legend page, Written in smallest crow-quill size 90 100 Men han beforne they wake in bliss, A saint er its nativitie, Gif that the modre (God her blesse !) And kissen devoute the holy croce. And chieflie what he auctorethe At length her constant eyelids come 89 page] tales MS., cancelled. 93 eremite] Monk referr'd MS., cancelled. 104 nativitie] nativity MS., rejected. 110 102 crimped] crimpid MS. 108 Goddis MS. ODE TO FANNY I. PHYSICIAN Nature! let my spirit blood! O ease my heart of verse and let me rest; I come-I see thee, as thou standest there, II. Ah! dearest love, sweet home of all my fears, As brilliant and as bright, As when with ravished, aching, vassal eyes, I gaze, I gaze! III. Who now, with greedy looks, eats up my feast? But, pr'ythee, do not turn. The current of your heart from me so soon. The quickest pulse for me. IV. Save it for me, sweet love! though music breathe Voluptuous visions into the warm air; Though swimming through the dance's dangerous wreath, Be like an April day, Smiling and cold and gay, A temperate lilly, temperate as fair; A warmer June for me. I 8 not] probably a mistake for out. II 7 Lost in a soft amaze would be more Keats like. V. Why, this-you'll say, my Fanny! is not true: Put your soft hand upon your snowy side, Where the heart beats: confess-'tis nothing newMust not a woman be A feather on the sea, Sway'd to and fro by every wind and tide ? As blow-ball from the mead? VI. I know it and to know it is despair To one who loves you as I love, sweet Fanny! Whose heart goes fluttering for you every where, Nor, when away you roam, Dare keep its wretched home, Love, love alone, his pains severe and many: From torturing jealousy. VII. Ah! if you prize my subdued soul above Or with a rude hand break The sacramental cake: Let none else touch the just new-budded flower; If not-may my eyes close, Love! on their lost repose. SONNET TO SLEEP O SOFT embalmer of the still midnight, O soothest Sleep! if so it please thee, close In midst of this thine hymn my willing eyes, Sonnet 4 As wearisome as darkness is divine Dilke, draft. 6 My willing eyes in midst of this thine hymn Draft. |