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Death

Percy Bysshe Shelley·1792–1822
Lines:16Movement:Romanticism
They die--the dead return not--MiserySits near an open grave and calls them over,A Youth with hoary hair and haggard eye--They are the names of kindred, friend and lover,Which he so feebly calls--they all are gone--Fond wretch, all dead! those vacant names alone,This most familiar scene, my pain--These tombs--alone remain. Misery, my sweetest friend--oh, weep no more!Thou wilt not be consoled--I wonder not!For I have seen thee from thy dwelling's doorWatch the calm sunset with them, and this spotWas even as bright and calm, but transitory,And now thy hopes are gone, thy hair is hoary;This most familiar scene, my pain--These tombs--alone remain.