Faint with love, the Lady of the South
Lay in the paradise of Lebanon
Under a heaven of cedar boughs: the drouth
Of love was on her lips; the light was gone
Out of her eyes--
More verses by Percy Bysshe Shelley
- And That I Walk Thus Proudly Crowned Withal
- Song For 'Tasso'
- O That A Chariot Of Cloud Were Mine!
- With A Guitar, To Jane
- Queen Mab: Part Iv.