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. Wine Of The Fairies
2. The Fitful Alternations of the Rain
3. Bereavement
4. Homer's Hymn to Minerva
5. Liberty

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