I FEAR THY KISSES, GENTLE MAIDEN I FEAR thy kisses, gentle maiden; I fear thy mien, thy tones, thy motion; Innocent is the heart's devotion 1820. 1824. Percy Bysshe Shelley. ΤΟ ONE word is too often profaned One hope is too like despair For prudence to smother, And pity from thee more dear 8 I can give not what men call love, The worship the heart lifts above 1821. 1824. Percy Bysshe Shelley. 16 ΤΟ MUSIC, when soft voices die, Odors, when sweet violets sicken, Are heaped for the beloved's bed; And so thy thoughts, when thou art gone 1821. 1824. Percy Bysshe Shelley. STANZAS FOR MUSIC THERE be none of Beauty's daughters With a magic like thee; And like music on the waters Is thy sweet voice to me: "When We Two Parted" When, as if its sound were causing And the midnight moon is weaving So the spirit bows before thee, With a full but soft emotion, Like the swell of Summer's ocean. 1816. 16 Lord Byron. "WHEN WE TWO PARTED" WHEN We two parted In silence and tears, Half broken-hearted To sever for years, Pale grew thy cheek and cold, Colder thy kiss; Truly that hour foretold Sorrow to this. The dew of the morning Sunk chill on my brow- SHE walks in beauty, like the night Of cloudless climes and starry skies; How Delicious is the Winning Or softly lightens o'er her face; And on that cheek, and o'er that brow, The smiles that win, the tints that glow, A mind at peace with all below, 1815. A heart whose love is innocent! 18 Lord Byron. HOW DELICIOUS IS THE WINNING How delicious is the winning Of a kiss at Love's beginning, When two mutual hearts are sighing Yet remember, 'midst your wooing, Love he comes, and Love he tarries, Longest stays, when sorest chidden; Laughs and flies, when press'd and bidden. 12 |