...great something ("Intellectual Beauty") which the poet feels to pervade the universe; then words die, to live again in looks, which dart With thrilling...cells, The fountains of our deepest life, shall be Confused in passion's golden purity, As mountain springs under the morning Sun, We shall become the...

...which constitutes an obvious influence upon Crawford, is suffused with a highly-charged erotic imagery: ...and our lips With other eloquence than words, eclipse...cells. The fountains of our deepest life, shall be Confused in Passion's golden purity, As mountain-springs under the morning sun. We shall become the...

...that union as an effect of figure, a phantasmal "once was" and "might yet be," never "now" and "here": Our breath shall intermix, our bosoms bound, And our...cells, The fountains of our deepest life, shall be Confused in Passion's golden purity. As mountain-springs under the morning sun. We shall become the...

...Epipsychidion who seeks, again unsuccessfully, to become "conscious, inseparable, one" with his beloved Emily: Our breath shall intermix, our bosoms bound, And our veins beat together; . . . The fountains of our deepest life, shall be Confused in Passion's golden purity, As mountain-springs...

...drops quench kisses till they burn again. And we will talk, until thought's melody 560 Become too sweet for utterance, and it die In words, to live again in looks, which dan With thrilling tone into the voiceless heart. Harmonising silence without a sound. Our breath shall...

...thou sail with me?") There they will achieve a unique union with Emily both vestal sister and bride ("Our breath shall intermix, our bosoms bound, / And our veins beat together"). The day never came. Emilia was reluctantly married on September 8 of that year, without inviting the...

...describes a physical and a spiritual intermingling that would be the final consummation of romantic love: Our breath shall intermix, our bosoms bound, And our...cells, The fountains of our deepest life, shall be Confused in Passion's golden purity, As mountain-springs under the morning sun. We shall become the...

...envisions himself and Emily on that verge. And we will talk, until thought's melody Become too sweet for utterance, and it die In words, to live again...voiceless heart, Harmonizing silence without a sound. (11. 560-64) The speaker would have Emily be what Shelley, in A Defence, characterizes as that which...

...language sounds the death-knell for meaning: And we will talk, until thought's melody Becomes too sweet for utterance, and it die In words, to live again...voiceless heart, Harmonizing silence without a sound. (560-564, emphasis added) 212 Shelley's Textual Seductions In short, the act of language murders the...

...sweet for utterance, and it die In words, to live again in looks, which dart With thrilling tone into voiceless heart, Harmonizing silence without a sound....cells, The fountains of our deepest life, shall be Confused in Passion's golden purity. 416 From these highly passionate images, Shelley moves up Plato's...