New-York tribune. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1866-1924, 1886-12-12
SOME UNPUBLISHED POEMS Or
SHELLEH.
Eron, The 81 Lames,s Gazette.


Professor Dowdens new and elaborate Life Of Percy
Bysshe Shelley just published by Msssrs kegn cb baxe
Co.. contains number of verses OF the poet WHICH nave
not hitherto seen the light Here Is pretty sohheI
TO IAYIHE; SEPTEMBER 1919
love thee Baby for thine own sweet sake,
Those azure eyes, that family dmpied cheek
Thy tender frame so el0quently weak,
Love in the sternest heart of hate might wake;
But more when DER thy ftfu slnmber bending
Thy mother folds thee to her wakeful heart,
All that thy passive eyes can feel impart;
More, when some feeble lneaments OF her
Who bore thy weight beneath her spotess DosoHi,
As with deep love read thy face, recur;
More dear art thou o fair and fragile blossom;
Dearest when most thy tender traits express
The image of thy mothers loneliness.
Another poem is addressed to Mary Godwin soon aler
her first meeting with the poet:
TO MARY woLLsroNEcRAFT GOODWIN; JUNE, 1914
Mine eyes were dim with tears unshed;
Yes, I was frm-thus vert not thou
My baffed looks did lyearnl yet dread,
10 meet thy looks-i could not know
How anxiousy they sought to shine
With soothing pity upon mine.
To sit and curb the souls mute rage
Which preys upon itself alone;
To curse the life which is the cage
OF fettered grief that dares not groan,
Hiding from many careless eye
The scorned load OF agony.
Whilst thou Alone then not regarded,
The thou alone should be:
To spend years thus. and be rewarded,
As thou sweet love, requited me
When none were near; On! did wake
From torture for that moments sake
Upon my heart thy accents sweet
or peace and pity fell like dew
On flowers half dead; thy lips did meet
Mine tremblingly; thy dark eyes threw
Their soft persuasion my brain,
Charming away its dream Of pain
We are not happy sweet our state
Is strange, and full of doubt and fear;
More need OF words that ills abate-
Reserve censure come not near
Our sacred friendship, lestthere be
No solace left for thee or me.
Gentle and good and mild thou art,
Nor can live II thou appear
Aught but thyself. or turn thy heart
Away from me, st0Op to wear
The mask OF scOrn although II DO
To hide the love thou feel'St for me.
ALETTER OF MARY GoDwIS's.
Professor Dowden publishes d letter written by Mary,
for Shelleys eye, in her copy OF Queen MaD":
This book is sacred me- and other creature shall
ever look into may write in what please-yet whas
shall wrte-that love the author beyond all powers OF
expression, and that am parted from him Dearest ana
only lovely that love have promised to each other
although may not be yours can never be another
But am thine, exclusively thine
"By the kiss of love- the glance none saw beside,
The smile none else might understand,
The whispered thought OF hearts allied,
The pressure OF the thrilling hand
have pledged myself TO thee and sacred is the gift
remember your woris-You are now Mary going 70 mix
with many and for moment shall depart but In the
solitude OF your chamber shall be with you-yes you are
forever with me sacred VISION
:" But ahl feel in this was given
A blessing meant for me;
Thou art too like a dream from heaven
For earthly love To merit thee
AS sheeys relations to Mary as well as to his first
wife TO Byron, 10 Claire" and Others they ex-
haustiyely discussed IN ME- III ine hSI,
have been placed in his hands by the Shelley family