A Lament
The sighing chorus of heaven and earth, So true to the dim pale night-instrument,— What shall remain of that pale broken heart? When will it capture that peace, or repose— For life was the dream of an eye, dark and golden; Love will liberate, and be thankful, for they Keep it in the floating stream and glee of the moment!
— Percy Bysshe Shelley
- Percy Bysshe Shelley