Queen Mab – 1813
Oh, not the visioned poet in his dreams
When silvery clouds float through the wildered brain
When every sight of lovely, wild and grand
Astonishes, Enraptures, Elevates
So bright, so fair, so wild a shape
Hath ever yet beheld
As that which reined the coursers of the air
And poured the magic of her gaze
Upon the maiden's sleep
No Name
Alone, alone, All alone
Upon the wide, wide sea
And god will not take pity on
My soul in agony
Epipsychidion – 1821
As mountain-springs under the morning sun
We shall become the same
We shall be some spirit within two frames
Oh, wherefore two?
One passion in twin hearts which grows and grew
Till like two meteors of expanding flame
Those spheres instinct with it become the same
Touch, mingle
Are transfigured ever still
Burning, yet inconsumable
Poor captive bird!
Who, from that narrow cage
Pourest such music, that it might assuageo
The rugged hearts of those who prisoned thee
Were they not deaf towards sweet melody
This song shall be thy rose, its petals pale
Are dead, indeed, my adored Nightingale!
Love’s Philosophy – 1819
The sunlight clasp the Earth
And the moonbeams kiss the sea
What are those kissings worth
If thou kiss not me?
To —- – 1821
Rose leaves, when the rose is dead
Are heaped for the beloved's bed
And so thy thoughts When thou art gone
Love itself shall slumber on
On Death – 1815
The world is the nurse of all we know
This world the mother of all we feel
And the coming of death is a fearful blow
To the brain unencompassed with nerves of steel
When all we know or feel or see
Shall pass like an unreal mystery!
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