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To Night

by Percy Bysshe Shelley

−0.0726 − 0.4252i

Drawing the boundary…

The Kisse

by Thomas Stanley

−0.0836 − 0.4080i

Drawing the boundary…

The poems

Each poem scrolls on its own, so the two texts stay beside each other.

To Night

by Percy Bysshe Shelley

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 gray,
             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 sigh'd 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, belovèd Night—
Swift be thine approaching flight,
             Come soon, soon!

The Kisse

by Thomas Stanley

When on thy lip my soul I breath,
Which there meets thine,
Freed from their fetters by this death
Our subtile Forms combine;
Thus without bonds of sence they move,
And like two Cherubins converse by love.

Spirits to chains of earth confin'd
Discourse by sence;
But ours that are by flames refin'd
With those weak ties dispence;
Let such in words their minds display,
We in a kisse our mutual thoughts convey.

But since my soul from me doth flie,
To thee retir'd,
Thou canst not both retain; for I
Must be with one inspir'd;
Then, Dearest, either justly mine
Restore, or in exchange let me have thine.

Yet if thou dost return mine own,
Oh tak't again!
For 'tis this pleasing death alone
Gives ease unto my pain:
Kill me once more, or I shall find
Thy pity then thy cruelty, lesse kind.

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