Tuesday, January 10, 2012

Alastor; or, The Spirit of Solitude By Percy Bysshe Shelley

From Alastor; or, The Spirit of Solitude By Percy Bysshe Shelley
 
It is a woe too "deep for tears," when all
Is reft at once, when some surpassing Spirit,
Whose light adorned the world around it, leaves
Those who remain behind, not sobs or groans,
The passionate tumult of a clinging hope;
But pale despair and cold tranquillity,
Nature's vast frame, the web of human things,
Birth and the grave, that are not as they were.

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