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To the Queen of My Heart

Percy Bysshe Shelley·1792–1822
Lines:36Movement:Romanticism
Shall we roam, my love,To the twilight grove,When the moon is rising bright;Oh, I'll whisper there,In the cool night-air,What I dare not in broad daylight! I'll tell thee a partOf the thoughts that startTo being when thou art nigh;And thy beauty, more brightThan the stars' soft light,Shall seem as a weft from the sky. When the pale moonbeamOn tower and streamSheds a flood of silver sheen,How I love to gazeAs the cold ray straysO'er thy face, my heart's throned queen! Wilt thou roam with meTo the restless sea,And linger upon the steep,And list to the flowOf the waves belowHow they toss and roar and leap? Those boiling waves,And the storm that ravesAt night o'er their foaming crest,Resemble the strifeThat, from earliest life,The passions have waged in my breast. Oh, come then, and roveTo the sea or the grove,When the moon is rising bright;And I'll whisper there,In the cool night-air,What I dare not in broad daylight.