Percy Bysshe Shelley

(1792-1822 / Horsham / England)

Fragment From The Wandering Jew - Poem by Percy Bysshe Shelley

The Elements respect their Maker's seal!
Still Like the scathed pine tree's height,
Braving the tempests of the night
Have I 'scaped the flickering flame.
Like the scathed pine, which a monument stands
Of faded grandeur, which the brands
Of the tempest-shaken air
Have riven on the desolate heath;
Yet it stands majestic even in death,
And rears its wild form there.


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Poem Submitted: Thursday, April 1, 2010



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