Percy Bysshe Shelley Poems

My head is wild with weeping for a grief
Which is the shadow of a gentle mind.
I walk into the air (but no relief
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I am drunk with the honey wine
Of the moon-unfolded eglantine,
Which fairies catch in hyacinth bowls.
The bats, the dormice, and the moles
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I.
Once, early in the morning, Beelzebub arose,
With care his sweet person adorning,
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I faint, I perish with my love! I grow
Frail as a cloud whose [splendours] pale
Under the evening's ever-changing glow:
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Nor happiness, nor majesty, nor fame,
Nor peace, nor strength, nor skill in arms or arts,
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At the creation of the Earth
Pleasure, that divinest birth,
From the soil of Heaven did rise,
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Rome has fallen, ye see it lying
Heaped in undistinguished ruin:
Nature is alone undying.
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I would not be a king--enough
Of woe it is to love;
The path to power is steep and rough,
And tempests reign above.
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These are two friends whose lives were undivided;
So let their memory be, now they have glided
Under the grave; let not their bones be parted,
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Thou living light that in thy rainbow hues
Clothest this naked world; and over Sea
And Earth and air, and all the shapes that be
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