Fragment: ‘I Faint, I Perish with My Love!‘

Fragment: A Wanderer.

[Published by Mrs. Shelley, “Poetical Works”, 1839, 1st edition.]

He wanders, like a day-appearing dream,
Through the dim wildernesses of the mind;
Through desert woods and tracts, which seem
Like ocean, homeless, boundless, unconfined.

Fragment: Life Rounded with Sleep.

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

The babe is at peace within the womb;
The corpse is at rest within the tomb:
We begin in what we end.

[Published by Rossetti, “Complete Poetical Works of P. B. S.”, 1870.]

I faint, I perish with my love! I grow
Frail as a cloud whose [splendours] pale
Under the evening’s ever-changing glow:
I die like mist upon the gale,
And like a wave under the calm I fail. _5