FRAGMENTS. I. TO MARY WOLLSTONECRAFT GODWIN. 1. Mine eyes were dim with tears unshed ; Yes, I was firm. Thus wert not thou. My baffled looks did fear yet dread To meet thy looks—I could not know How anxiously they sought to shine With soothing pity upon mine. 2. To sit and curb the soul’s mute rage Which preys upon itself alone; To curse the life which is the cage Of fettered grief that dares not groan, Hiding from many a careless eye The scorned load of agony■ 3. Whilst thou alone, then not regarded, The .... thou alone shouldst be. To spend years thus, and be rewarded As thou, sweet love, requitedst me When none were near—Oh! I did wake From torture for that moment’s sake! 4. Upon my heart thy accents sweet Of peace and pity fell, like dew On flowers half dead ; thy lips did meet Mine tremblingly; thy dark eyes threw Their soft persuasion on my brain, Charming away its dream of pain.