And that I walk thus proudly crowned withal
Is that 'tis my distinction; if I fall,
I shall not weep out of the vital day,
To-morrow dust, nor wear a dull decay.
More verses by Percy Bysshe Shelley
- Song For 'Tasso'
- O That A Chariot Of Cloud Were Mine!
- With A Guitar, To Jane
- Queen Mab: Part Iv.
- Sonnet: Lift Not The Painted Veil Which Those Who Live