The Complete Poetical Works of Percy Bysshe Shelley (ed. Hutchinson, 1914)/To Night
When I arose and saw the dawn,15
Thy brother Death came, and cried,
Death will come when thou art dead,
TO NIGHT
[Published by Mrs. Shelley, Posthumous Poems, 1824. There is a transcript in the Harvard MS. Book.]
I
Swiftly walk o'er[1] the western wave,
Spirit of Night!
Out of the misty eastern cave,
Where, all the long and lone daylight,
Thou wovest dreams of joy and fear, 5
Which make thee terrible and dear,—
Swift be thy flight!
Swiftly walk o'er[1] the western wave,
Spirit of Night!
Out of the misty eastern cave,
Where, all the long and lone daylight,
Thou wovest dreams of joy and fear, 5
Which make thee terrible and dear,—
Swift be thy flight!
II
Wrap thy form in a mantle gray,
Star-inwrought!
Blind with thine hair the eyes of Day; 10
Kiss her until she be wearied out,
Then wander o'er city, and sea, and land,
Touching all with thine opiate wand—
Come, long-sought!
Wrap thy form in a mantle gray,
Star-inwrought!
Blind with thine hair the eyes of Day; 10
Kiss her until she be wearied out,
Then wander o'er city, and sea, and land,
Touching all with thine opiate wand—
Come, long-sought!
III
I sighed for thee;
When light rode high, and the dew was gone,
And noon lay heavy on flower and tree,
And the weary Day turned to his rest,
Lingering like an unloved guest,20
I sighed for thee.
IV
Wouldst thou me?
Thy sweet child Sleep, the filmy-eyed,
Murmured like a noontide bee,25
Shall I nestle near thy side?
Wouldst thou me?—And I replied,
No, not thee!
V
Soon, too soon—
Sleep will come when thou art fled;
Of neither would I ask the boon
I ask of thee, belovèd Night—
Swift be thine approaching flight,
Come soon, soon!35
- ↑ To Night—1 o'er Harvard MS.; over edd. 1824, 1839.