Poem by Percy Bysshe Shelley

To Mary Shelley

THE world is dreary,
And I'm weary
Of wandering on without thee, Mary;
A joy was erewhile
In thy voice and thy smile,
And 'tis gone, when I should be gone too, Mary. 

1. The Spectral Horseman
2. The Solitary
3. Matilda Gathering Flowers
4. I Would Not Be A King
5. Homer's Hymn to Minerva

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