The Complete Works of Percy Bysshe Shelley — Volume 3 eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 370 pages of information about The Complete Works of Percy Bysshe Shelley — Volume 3.

The Complete Works of Percy Bysshe Shelley — Volume 3 eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 370 pages of information about The Complete Works of Percy Bysshe Shelley — Volume 3.

3. 
For seven years did this poor woman live
In unparticipated solitude. 25
Thou mightst have seen her in the forest rude
Picking the scattered remnants of its wood. 
If human, thou mightst then have learned to grieve. 
The gleanings of precarious charity
Her scantiness of food did scarce supply.
30
The proofs of an unspeaking sorrow dwelt
Within her ghastly hollowness of eye: 
Each arrow of the season’s change she felt. 
Yet still she groans, ere yet her race were run,
One only hope:  it was—­once more to see her son. 35

4. 
It was an eve of June, when every star
Spoke peace from Heaven to those on earth that live. 
She rested on the moor.  ’Twas such an eve
When first her soul began indeed to grieve: 
Then he was here; now he is very far. 40
The sweetness of the balmy evening
A sorrow o’er her aged soul did fling,
Yet not devoid of rapture’s mingled tear: 
A balm was in the poison of the sting. 
This aged sufferer for many a year
45
Had never felt such comfort.  She suppressed
A sigh—­and turning round, clasped William to her breast!

5. 
And, though his form was wasted by the woe
Which tyrants on their victims love to wreak,
Though his sunk eyeballs and his faded cheek 50
Of slavery’s violence and scorn did speak,
Yet did the aged woman’s bosom glow. 
The vital fire seemed re-illumed within
By this sweet unexpected welcoming. 
Oh, consummation of the fondest hope
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That ever soared on Fancy’s wildest wing! 
Oh, tenderness that foundst so sweet a scope! 
Prince who dost pride thee on thy mighty sway,
When THOU canst feel such love, thou shalt be great as they!

6. 
Her son, compelled, the country’s foes had fought, 60
Had bled in battle; and the stern control
Which ruled his sinews and coerced his soul
Utterly poisoned life’s unmingled bowl,
And unsubduable evils on him brought. 
He was the shadow of the lusty child
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Who, when the time of summer season smiled,
Did earn for her a meal of honesty,
And with affectionate discourse beguiled
The keen attacks of pain and poverty;
Till Power, as envying her this only joy, 70
From her maternal bosom tore the unhappy boy.

7. 
And now cold charity’s unwelcome dole
Was insufficient to support the pair;
And they would perish rather than would bear
The law’s stern slavery, and the insolent stare 75
With which law loves to rend the poor man’s soul—­
The bitter scorn, the spirit-sinking noise
Of heartless mirth which women, men, and boys
Wake in this scene of legal misery.

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