Percy Bysshe Shelley

(1792-1822 / Horsham / England)

To Wordsworth - Poem by Percy Bysshe Shelley

Poet of Nature, thou hast wept to know
That things depart which never may return:
Childhood and youth, friendship and love's first glow,
Have fled like sweet dreams, leaving thee to mourn.
These common woes I feel. One loss is mine
Which thou too feel'st, yet I alone deplore.
Thou wert as a lone star, whose light did shine
On some frail bark in winter's midnight roar:
Thou hast like to a rock-built refuge stood
Above the blind and battling multitude:
In honoured poverty thy voice did weave
Songs consecrate to truth and liberty,--
Deserting these, thou leavest me to grieve,
Thus having been, that thou shouldst cease to be.


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  • Rookie Sarah Kirk (6/10/2007 5:24:00 PM)

    It would be helpful to know the year of first publication. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Friday, January 3, 2003



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