2. 
See the mountains kiss high Heaven
And the waves clasp one another; 10
No sister-flower would be forgiven
If it disdained its brother;
And the sunlight clasps the earth
And the moonbeams kiss the sea: 
What is all this sweet work worth 15
If thou kiss not me?

NOTES: 
3 mix for ever 1819, Stacey manuscript;
   meet together, Harvard manuscript.
7 In one spirit meet and Stacey manuscript;
   In one another’s being 1819, Harvard manuscript.
11 No sister 1824, Harvard and Stacey manuscripts; No leaf or 1819.
12 disdained its 1824, Harvard and Stacey manuscripts;
    disdained to kiss its 1819.
15 is all this sweet work Stacey manuscript;
    were these examples Harvard manuscript;
    are all these kissings 1819, 1824.

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FRAGMENT:  ‘FOLLOW TO THE DEEP WOOD’S WEEDS’.

[Published by Dr. Garnett, “Relics of Shelley”, 1862.]

Follow to the deep wood’s weeds,
Follow to the wild-briar dingle,
Where we seek to intermingle,
And the violet tells her tale
To the odour-scented gale, 5
For they two have enough to do
Of such work as I and you.

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THE BIRTH OF PLEASURE.

[Published by Dr. Garnett, “Relics of Shelley”, 1862.]

At the creation of the Earth
Pleasure, that divinest birth,
From the soil of Heaven did rise,
Wrapped in sweet wild melodies—­
Like an exhalation wreathing 5
To the sound of air low-breathing
Through Aeolian pines, which make
A shade and shelter to the lake
Whence it rises soft and slow;
Her life-breathing [limbs] did flow 10
In the harmony divine
Of an ever-lengthening line
Which enwrapped her perfect form
With a beauty clear and warm.

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FRAGMENT:  LOVE THE UNIVERSE TO-DAY.

[Published by Mrs. Shelley, “Poetical Works”, 1839, 1st edition.]

And who feels discord now or sorrow? 
Love is the universe to-day—­
These are the slaves of dim to-morrow,
Darkening Life’s labyrinthine way.

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FRAGMENT:  ‘A GENTLE STORY OF TWO LOVERS YOUNG’.

[Published by Mrs. Shelley, “Poetical Works”, 1839, 2nd edition.]

A gentle story of two lovers young,
Who met in innocence and died in sorrow,
And of one selfish heart, whose rancour clung
Like curses on them; are ye slow to borrow
The lore of truth from such a tale? 5
Or in this world’s deserted vale,
Do ye not see a star of gladness
Pierce the shadows of its sadness,—­
When ye are cold, that love is a light sent
From Heaven, which none shall quench, to cheer the innocent? 10