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I've thought of all by turns, and still I lie
THE SOLDIER'S DREAM Our bugles sang truce, for the night-cloud had lower'd,
And the sentinel stars set their watch in the sky; And thousands had sunk on the ground overpower'd,
The weary to sleep, and the wounded to die.
When reposing that night on my pallet of straw
By the wolf-scaring faggot that guarded the slain, At the dead of the night a sweet Vision I saw ;
And thrice ere the morning I dreamt it again.
Methought from the battle-field's dreadful array
Far, far, I had roam'd on a desolate track : 'Twas Autumn,and sunshine arose on the way
To the home of my fathers, that welcomed me back.
I flew to the pleasant fields traversed so oft
In life's morning march, when my bosom was young; I heard my own mountain-goats bleating aloft,
And knew the sweet strain that the corn-reapers sung.
Then pledged we the wine-cup, and fondly I swore
From my home and my weeping friends never to part; My little ones kiss'd me a thousand times o'er,
And my wife sobb'd aloud in her fulness of heart.
‘Stay-stay with us !—rest !—thou art weary and
A DREAM OF THE UNKNOWN
I dream'd that as I wander'd by the way
Bare Winter suddenly was changed to Spring, And gentle odours led my steps astray,
Mix'd with a sound of waters murmuring Along a shelving bank of turf, which lay
Under a copse, and hardly dared to fling Its green arms round the bosom of the stream, But kiss'd it and then fled, as Thou mightest in
There grew pied wind-flowers and violets,
Daisies, those pearl'd Arcturi of the earth, The constellated flower that never sets ;
Faint oxlips ; tender blue-bells, at whose birth The sod scarce heaved ; and that tall flower that wets Its mother's face with heaven-collected tears, When the low wind, its playmate's voice, it hears.
And in the warm hedge grew lush eglantine,
Green cow-bind and the moonlight-colour'd May, And cherry-blossoms, and white cups, whose wine
Was the bright dew yet drain'd not by the day ; And wild roses, and ivy serpentine
With its dark buds and leaves, wandering astray; And flowers azure, black, and streak'd with gold, Fairer than any waken'd eyes behold.
And nearer to the river's trembling edge
And starry river-buds among the sedge,
And floating water-lilies, broad and bright, Which lit the oak that overhung the hedge
With moonlight beams of their own watery light; And bulrushes, and reeds of such deep green As soothed the dazzled eye with sober sheen. Methought that of these visionary flowers
I made a nosegay, bound in such a way That the same hues, which in their natural bowers
Were mingled or opposed, the like array Kept these imprison'd children of the Hours
Within my hand, -and then, elate and gay, I hasten'd to the spot whence I had come That I might there present it-0! to Whom?
P. B. Shelley
THE INNER VISION
Most sweet it is with unuplifted eyes
THĘ REALM OF FANCY Ever let the Fancy roam ! Pleasure never is at home : At a touch sweet Pleasure melteth, Like to bubbles when rain pelteth ; Then let wingéd Fancy wander Through the thought still spread beyond her : Open wide the mind's cage-door, She'll dart forth, and cloudward soar. O sweet Fancy! let her loose; Summer's joys are spoilt by use, And the enjoying of the Spring Fades as does its blossoming : Autumn's red-lipp'd fruitage too Blushing through the mist and dew Cloys with tasting : What do then ? Sit thee by the ingle, when The sear faggot blazes bright, Spirit of a winter's night; When the soundless earth is myffled, And the cakéd snow is shuffled From the ploughboy's heavy shoon ; When the Night doth meet the Noon In a dark conspiracy To banish Even from her sky. -Sit thee there, and send abroad With a mind self-overawed Fancy, high-commission'd :-send her: She has vassals to attend her ; She will bring, in spite of frost, Beauties that the earth hath lost; She will bring thee, all together, All delights of summer weather ; All the buds and bells of May From dewy sward or thorny spray ; All the heaped Autumn's wealth, With a still, mysterious stealth ; She will mix these pleasures up
Like three fit wines in a cup,
, at one glance, behold
() sweet Fancy! let her loose ;