Ye gentle visitations of calm thought--
Moods like the memories of happier earth,
Which come arrayed in thoughts of little worth,
Like stars in clouds by the weak winds enwrought,--
But that the clouds depart and stars remain,
While they remain, and ye, alas, depart!
More verses by Percy Bysshe Shelley
- Buona Notte
- Fragments Of An Unfinished Drama
- Song. Translated From The Italian
- Song. Sorrow
- Fragment Of A Sonnet : To Harriet