Sonnet to Byron

Published by Medwin, "The Shelley Papers", 1832 (lines 1-7), and "Life of Shelley", 1847 (lines 1-9, 12-14). Revised and completed from the Boscombe manuscript by Rossetti, "Complete Poetical Works of P. B. S.", 1870.

I am afraid these verses will not please you, but] If I esteemed you less, Envy would kill Pleasure, and leave to Wonder and Despair The ministration of the thoughts that fill The mind which, like a worm whose life may share A portion of the unapproachable,  Marks your creations rise as fast and fair As perfect worlds at the Creator's will. 
 But such is my regard that nor your power To soar above the heights where others [climb], Nor fame, that shadow of the unborn hour  Cast from the envious future on the time, Move one regret for his unhonoured name Who dares these words:-the worm beneath the sod May lift itself in homage of the God. 
 NOTES: _1 you edition 1870; him 1832; thee 1847. _4 So edition 1870; My soul which as a worm may haply share 1832;    My soul which even as a worm may share 1847. _6 your edition 1870; his 1832; thy 1847. _8, _9 So edition 1870 wanting 1832 -     But not the blessings of thy happier lot,     Nor thy well-won prosperity, and fame 1847. _10, _11 So edition 1870; wanting 1832, 1847. _12-_14 So 1847, edition 1870; wanting 1832. 

Published by Mrs. Shelley, "Poetical Works", 1839, 1st edition-ED.

 'Here lieth One whose name was writ on water. But, ere the breath that could erase it blew, Death, in remorse for that fell slaughter, Death, the immortalizing winter, flew Athwart the stream,-and time's printless torrent grew  A scroll of crystal, blazoning the name Of Adonais!