Poem by Percy Bysshe Shelley

A Roman's Chamber

I.

In the cave which wild weeds cover
Wait for thine aethereal lover;
For the pallid moon is waning,
O'er the spiral cypress hanging
And the moon no cloud is staining.

II.

It was once a Roman’s chamber,
Where he kept his darkest revels,
And the wild weeds twine and clamber;
It was then a chasm for devils. 

1. The Fitful Alternations of the Rain
2. The Solitary
3. From the Arabic, an Imitation
4. To Mary
5. Bereavement

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