Percy Bysshe Shelley Poems

WHEN the lamp is shatter'd,
The light in the dust lies dead;
   When the cloud is scatter'd,
The rainbow's glory is shed;
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Oh! there are spirits of the air,
And genii of the evening breeze,
And gentle ghosts, with eyes as fair
As star-beams among twilight trees:
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Rarely, rarely, comest thou,
Spirit of Delight!
Wherefore hast thou left me now
Many a day and night?
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The cold earth slept below;
Above the cold sky shone;
And all around,
With a chilling sound,
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And many there were hurt by that strong boy,
His name, they said, was Pleasure,
And near him stood, glorious beyond measure
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I.
They die--the dead return not--Misery
Sits near an open grave and calls them over,
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Many a green isle needs must be
In the deep wide sea of Misery,
Or the mariner, worn and wan,
Never thus could voyage on -
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I.
The odour from the flower is gone
Which like thy kisses breathed on me;
The colour from the flower is flown
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My head is heavy, my limbs are weary,
And it is not life that makes me move.
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I rode one evening with Count Maddalo
Upon the bank of land which breaks the flow
Of Adria towards Venice: a bare strand
Of hillocks, heap'd from ever-shifting sand,
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