that, during his own lifetime, none of his poems sold a hundred copies, and many not a single one. We must now consider Shelley's songs and lyrics. We will take only such as can be quoted complete, for to take portions of The Skylark, The Cloud, The West Wind, and so on, is to ruin the effect which the poet had in mind. It is first to be observed that Shelley had two styles, quite different styles, the gorgeous and the simple. Of the first, let us take To Night, a most Shelley-like example: Swiftly walk over the western wave, Out of the misty eastern cave Where, all the long and lone daylight, Wrap thy form in a mantle grey, Blind with thine hair the eyes of Day; Kiss her until she be wearied out, Then wander o'er city and sea and land, 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, Thy brother Death came, and cried, Thy sweet child Sleep, the filmy-eyed, "Shall I nestle near thy side? Death will come when thou art dead, Sleep will come when thou art fled. Compare the style of this with Ozymandias, in its sublime simplicity: I met a traveller from an antique land Who said: Two vast and trunkless legs of stone "My name is Ozymandias, king of kings: Shelley is, of course, one of the world's supreme songwriters. Here are two examples which are worthy of the greatest of the Elizabethans: (1) The fountains mingle with the river And the rivers with the ocean, With a sweet emotion; Nothing in the world is single; All things by a law divine Some mention must be made of Shelley's prose. Matthew Arnold thought that his prose writings "would resist the wear and tear of time better, and finally come to stand higher, than his poetry." The words, like Hamlet's, are rather wild and whirling. No prose ever written is likely to do that. But if not, like his verse, unique in splendour, Shelley's prose is of a beauty all its own. Perhaps the best of it is in his letters, with their travel-pictures, the pen-paintings of a poet. Sometimes Shelley painted the same scene both in prose and verse, so that we are able to set the two pictures side by side. His description of Pompeii is an excellent example: Above and between the multitudinous shafts of sunshining columns was seen the sea, reflecting the purple heaven of noon above it, and supporting, as it were, on its |