The Online Library of Liberty

A project of Liberty Fund, Inc.

• Preface.
• Julian and Maddalo; a Conversation.
• The Witch of Atlas.
• Letter to —
• The Triumph of Life.
• Fragments From an Unfinished Drama.
• Prince Athanase: a Fragment.
• Ode to Naples. *
• Marianne’s Dream.
• Mont Blanc. Lines Written In the Vale of Chamouni.
• Miscellaneous Poems.
• On the Medusa of Leonardo Da Vinci, In the Florentine Gallery.
• Song.
• To Constantia, Singing.
• The Fugitives.
• A Lament.
• The Pine Forest of the Cascine, Near Pisa.
• To Night.
• Evening. Ponte a Mare, Pisa.
• Arethusa.
• The Question.
• Lines to an Indian Air.
• Stanzas Written In Dejection, Near Naples.
• Autumn: a Dirge.
• Hymn of Apollo.
• Hymn of Pan.
• The Boat On the Serchio.
• The Zucca. *
• The Two Spirits. an Allegory.
• A Fragment.
• A Bridal Song.
• The Sunset.
• Song, On a Faded Violet.
• Lines to a Critic.
• Good Night.
• To-morrow.
• Death.
• A Lament.
• Love’s Philosophy.
• To E*** V***
• To —
• Lines.
• To William Shelley.
• An Allegory.
• Mutability.
• From the Arabic. an Imitation.
• To —
• Music.
• Lines.
• Death.
• To —
• Passage of the Apennines.
• To Mary —
• The Past.
• Song of a Spirit.
• Liberty.
• To —
• The Isle.
• To —
• Time.
• Lines.
• A Song.
• The World’s Wanderers.
• A Dirge.
• Lines.
• Dirge For the Year.
• Sonnet I.
• Sonnet II. Political Greatness.
• Sonnet III.
• Sonnet IV.
• Fragments.
• Ginevra. *
• Charles the First. Fragments.
• Prince Athanase. Part II.
• Mazenghi. *
• The Woodman and the Nightingale.
• To the Moon.
• Song For Tasso.
• The Waning Moon.
• Epitaph.
• Alastor; Or the Spirit of Solitude.
• Translations.
• Hymn to Mercury. Translated From the Greek of Homer
• The Cyclops; a Satyric Drama.
• Translation From Moschus.
• Scenes From the “magico Prodigioso” of Calderon.
• Scenes From the Faust of GoËthe.

TO NIGHT.

• • Swiftly walk over the western wave,
  • Spirit of Night!
  • Out of the misty eastern cave,
  • Where, all the long and lone daylight,
  • Thou wovest dreams of joy and fear,
  • Which make thee terrible and dear,—
  • Swift be thy flight!
• • Wrap thy form in a mantle grey,
  • Star-inwrought!
  • Blind with thine hair the eyes of day,
  • Kiss her until she be wearied out,
  • Then wander o’er city, and sea, and land,
  • Touching all with thine opiate wand—
  • Come, long sought!
• • When I arose and saw the dawn,
  • I sighed for thee;
  • When light rode high, and the dew was gone,
  • And noon lay heavy on flower and tree,
  • And the weary Day turned to his rest,
  • Lingering like an unloved guest,
  • I sighed for thee.
• • Thy brother Death came, and cried,
  • Wouldst thou me?
  • Thy sweet child Sleep, the filmy-eyed,
  • Murmured like a noon-tide bee,
  • Shall I nestle near thy side?
  • Wouldst thou me?—And I replied,
  • No, not thee!
• • Death will come when thou art dead,
  • Soon, too soon—
  • Sleep will come when thou art fled,
  • Of neither would I ask the boon
  • I ask of thee, beloved Night—
  • Swift be thine approaching flight,
  • Come soon, soon!