Evening star., 1926-02-04
THIS AND THAT
BY CHARLES E. TRACEWELL.

Music. when soft voices die.
Slbrates in the memory
OdOrs. when sweet yiulets sicken,
Live within the sense they quicken.
Rose leaves. when the rose is dead.
are heared Tor the beloved's bed:
Ana so thy thoughts, when thou art gone
Love itself shall slumber OH.
Here are two more of Shelley
short poems, equally famous in their
way:
fear thy kisses. gentle maiden.
Thou needest not fear mine;
Ny spirit Is too deeply laden
Ever to burden thine.
1 fear tc thy mien. thy tones. thy motion.
Ihou needest not fear mine:
innocent is the hearts devotion
win which l worship thine.
The other is entitled Loves Phi
losophy":
The fountains mingle with the river.
TN, ANA the rivers with the ocean;
Inc winds OF heaven mix forever
=, win sweet emotion.
Nothlng in the world is single;
In one another's being ningle-
why not L with thine?
See the mountains kiss high heaven
No Ana sstsn sne %S waves 9 claf9 one on rs an3thsr
II y disdalned It's brother.
Ana the sunlight clasps the earth.
AND the moonbeams kiss the sea
"hat are all those kissings worth.
II thou KISS not ulei
From the celebrated poem, To a
Skylark' cordially hated by all who
were forced to read it in schooD. we
VIII take but a few lines:
Hail to thee blithe spirit
~, Blrd thou never vert.
inat from heaven, near II,
Pourest thy full heart
III pfofuse strains of unprecedented art.
We look before and after.
y And pine for what is not.
our sIhcerest laughter
WIN some pain is fraught:
ouf s,Sdas, s%eesgst songs are those that tell OF
* X x
The concluding lines of The Sensi
i've PIant' Ia flower which may be
planted this Spring in the back yard
may bring comfort to some:
I dare not guess but in this life
NJ NJ error. ignorance and strife.
mere nothing Is. but all things seem
ana we the shadows of the dream.
Il is a modest creed. and yet
1leasant. If one considers it,
TO own that death itself must be
LiAe all the rest, mockery.
The "Ode to the West Wind" is toe
long to give here, but will be remem.
bered by all lovers of the lines Of Shell
ley. The last line of il has become
known throughout the world during
the past few years through the fact
that modern novelist took part of il
as the title Of one of his books
so thousands upon thousands OF
persons have quoted words from Shell.
Icy without even realizing il, such is
the queer kink given life and fame.
The poet asks, IL will be remembered
that the west wind make him it's Tyre
and so be through his lips the
trumpet of 4 prophecy. He cries:
o wind
II Winter comes. can Spring be far behind ?
The greatest Of Shelley's poems
'Adonais." written on the death of
John Keats, will be reserved for a
future article. We conclude today's
offering of great poems with the son
net, "Ozymandias":
l met Traveller from an antique land
Who SAID. Two vast and trunkIess leg :
of stone
stand in the desert. Near them. on the sand.
Hall sunk. a shattered visagc hes whose
And wrinkIed lip and sneer of cold command.
Tell that lis sculptor well those passions
Which vet survive, stamped on these hfeless
things.
The hand that nocked them and the
heart that fed.
And on the pedestal these words appear:
MY name Is OzymanGIas. king of kings.
Look on my works. We Mighty. and despair !"
Nothing beside remains. Round the decay
or that colossal wreck, boundless and bare
The lone and level sands stretch far away