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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=478370" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>To Jane: The Recollection</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=478370" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">I.<br>Now the last day of many days,<br>All beautiful and bright as thou,<br>The loveliest and the last, is dead,<br>Rise, Memory, and write its praise!<br>Up,--to thy wonted work! come, trace <br>The epitaph of glory fled,--<br>For now the Earth has changed its face,<br>A frown is on the Heaven’s brow.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=478370" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">II.<br>We wandered to the Pine Forest<br>That skirts the Ocean’s foam,<br>The lightest wind was in its nest,<br>The tempest in its home.<br>The whispering waves were half asleep,<br>The clouds were gone to play,<br>And on the bosom of the deep <br>The smile of Heaven lay;<br>It seemed as if the hour were one<br>Sent from beyond the skies,<br>Which scattered from above the sun<br>A light of Paradise. </a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=478370" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">III.<br>We paused amid the pines that stood<br>The giants of the waste,<br>Tortured by storms to shapes as rude<br>As serpents interlaced;<br>And, soothed by every azure breath,<br>That under Heaven is blown,<br>To harmonies and hues beneath,<br>As tender as its own,<br>Now all the tree-tops lay asleep,<br>Like green waves on the sea,<br>As still as in the silent deep<br>The ocean woods may be.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=478370" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">IV.<br>How calm it was!—the silence there<br>By such a chain was bound<br>That even the busy woodpecker <br>Made stiller by her sound<br>The inviolable quietness;<br>The breath of peace we drew<br>With its soft motion made not less<br>The calm that round us grew.<br>There seemed from the remotest seat<br>Of the white mountain waste,<br>To the soft flower beneath our feet,<br>A magic circle traced,--<br>A spirit interfused around <br>A thrilling, silent life,--<br>To momentary peace it bound<br>Our mortal nature’s strife;<br>And still I felt the centre of<br>The magic circle there<br>Was one fair form that filled with love<br>The lifeless atmosphere.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=478370" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">V.<br>We paused beside the pools that lie<br>Under the forest bough,--<br>Each seemed as ’twere a little sky<br>Gulfed in a world below;<br>A firmament of purple light<br>Which in the dark earth lay,<br>More boundless than the depth of night,<br>And purer than the day--<br>In which the lovely forests grew,<br>As in the upper air,<br>More perfect both in shape and hue<br>Than any spreading there.<br>There lay the glade and neighbouring lawn,<br>And through the dark green wood<br>The white sun twinkling like the dawn<br>Out of a speckled cloud.<br>Sweet views which in our world above<br>Can never well be seen,<br>Were imaged by the water’s love<br>Of that fair forest green.<br>And all was interfused beneath<br>With an Elysian glow,<br>An atmosphere without a breath, <br>A softer day below.<br>Like one beloved the scene had lent<br>To the dark water’s breast,<br>Its every leaf and lineament<br>With more than truth expressed; <br>Until an envious wind crept by,<br>Like an unwelcome thought,<br>Which from the mind’s too faithful eye<br>Blots one dear image out.<br>Though thou art ever fair and kind, <br>The forests ever green,<br>Less oft is peace in Shelley’s mind,<br>Than calm in waters, seen.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><a href="http://poems.citatepedia.com/">poem</a> by <strong><a rel="author" href="http://authors.citatepedia.com/by.php?a=Percy+Bysshe+Shelley">Percy Bysshe Shelley</a></strong></div>