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Poem by Percy Bysshe Shelley


From the Arabic, an Imitation


MY faint spirit was sitting in the light
   Of thy looks, my love;
   It panted for thee like the hind at noon
   For the brooks, my love.
Thy barb, whose hoofs outspeed the tempest's flight,
   Bore thee far from me;
   My heart, for my weak feet were weary soon,
   Did companion thee.

Ah! fleeter far than fleetest storm or steed,
   Or the death they bear,
   The heart which tender thought clothes like a dove
   With the wings of care;
In the battle, in the darkness, in the need,
   Shall mine cling to thee,
   Nor claim one smile for all the comfort, love,
   It may bring to thee.



Percy Bysshe Shelley


Percy Bysshe Shelley's other poems:
  1. Homer's Hymn to Minerva
  2. Letter To Maria Gisborne
  3. Bereavement
  4. The Spectral Horseman
  5. Matilda Gathering Flowers


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