A Lament

Percy Bysshe Shelley

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!

Next 10 Poems

• Percy Bysshe Shelley : A Summer Evening Churchyard, Lechlade, Gloucestershire
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• Percy Bysshe Shelley : Adonais
• Percy Bysshe Shelley : Adonais: An Elegy On The Death Of John Keats
• Percy Bysshe Shelley : Alastor: Or, The Spirit Of Solitude
• Percy Bysshe Shelley : An Exhortation
• Percy Bysshe Shelley : And Like A Dying Lady, Lean And Pale
• Percy Bysshe Shelley : Archy's Song From Charles The First
• Percy Bysshe Shelley : Art Thou Pale For Weariness
• Percy Bysshe Shelley : Asia: From Prometheus Unbound

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