Fragments To Music

By Percy Bysshe Shelley

Silver key of the fountain of tears,
Where the Spirit drinks till the brain is wild;
Softest grave of a thousand fears,
Where their Mother, Care, like a drowsy child,
Is laid asleep in flowers . . .

No, Music, thou art not the food of Love,
Unless Love feeds upon its own sweet self,
Till it becomes all Music murmurs of.

Dated 1817.
Both published 1839.