Fragment: A Tale Untold

Fragment: Rain.

[Published by Mrs. Shelley, “Poetical Works”, 1839, 2nd edition.]

The fitful alternations of the rain,
When the chill wind, languid as with pain
Of its own heavy moisture, here and there
Drives through the gray and beamless atmosphere.

[Published by Mrs. Shelley, “Poetical Works”, 1839, 2nd edition.]

One sung of thee who left the tale untold,
Like the false dawns which perish in the bursting;
Like empty cups of wrought and daedal gold,
Which mock the lips with air, when they are thirsting.