Adapted From The Vita Nuova Of Dante.
What Mary is when she a little smiles
I cannot even tell or call to mind,
It is a miracle so new, so rare.
More verses by Percy Bysshe Shelley
- Faint With Love, The Lady Of The South
- And That I Walk Thus Proudly Crowned Withal
- Song For 'Tasso'
- O That A Chariot Of Cloud Were Mine!
- With A Guitar, To Jane