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To Mary Who Died in This Opinion

Percy Bysshe Shelley·1792–1822
Lines:24Movement:Romanticism
Maiden, quench the glare of sorrowStruggling in thine haggard eye:Firmness dare to borrowFrom the wreck of destiny;For the ray morn's bloom revealingCan never boast so bright an hueAs that which mocks concealing,And sheds its loveliest light on you. Yet is the tie departedWhich bound thy lovely soul to bliss?Has it left thee broken-heartedIn a world so cold as this?Yet, though, fainting fair one,Sorrow's self thy cup has given,Dream thou'lt meet thy dear one,Never more to part, in Heaven. Existence would I barterFor a dream so dear as thine,And smile to die a martyrOn affection's bloodless shrine.Nor would I change for pleasureThat withered hand and ashy cheek,If my heart enshrined a treasureSuch as forces thine to break.