My head is wild with weeping for a grief
Which is the shadow of a gentle mind.
I walk into the air (but no relief
To seek,--or haply, if I sought, to find;
It came unsought);--to wonder that a chief
Among men’s spirits should be cold and blind.
More verses by Percy Bysshe Shelley
- Fragment: Great Spirit
- Fiordispina
- Epigram Ii: Kissing Helena
- Fragment: What Men Gain Fairly
- Song. To -- [harriet]