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Percy Bysshe Shelley (1792-1822 / Horsham / England)
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Poems by Percy Bysshe Shelley : 6 / 325
A Lament
O World! O Life! O Time!
On whose last steps I climb,
Trembling at that where I had stood before;
When will return the glory of your prime?
No more -Oh, never more!
Out of the day and night
A joy has taken flight:
Fresh spring, and summer, and winter hoar
Move my faint heart with grief, but with delight
No more -Oh, never more!
Percy Bysshe Shelley
Submitted: Friday, January 03, 2003
Read poems about / on: grief, winter, summer, spring, joy, world, night, time, heart, life
Poems by Percy Bysshe Shelley : 6 / 325
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very clever. i love this poem.
Wonderful. I hope I have 1 my poems as poem of the day before I'm dead!
Love his lamentation. He is not the only one who feels it but he is the one who presents it so beautifully.
good one! really awesome
Love this one! Great!
Golly gee! I think this sure is swell!
Looks like somebody misses the good old days
Too late now, buddy
This is the poem written at the lowest ebb of his life! Can freshness of Spring and Summer be ever regained in Winter? Shelley asks quite contrary to his former poem in his best of mood saying 'If winter comes can spring be far behind? ' This is the perfect nature of a romantic poet one has to make a note! ! !
Wow! Nice expression along with beautiful language that have tempted my heart. The lament that shelley has presented in verbal means, is quite impressive. It is his spontenedity that we not only remember but miss him alot.
A heart that grieves over Spring and Summer might as well be dead, indeed is dead! I know what Shelley means, but there is a bit too much emotional wind under his sails in this poem. At the same time, his prosodic gift is marvellous. This poem looks simple to construct, but it is given to very few people to do so.