Her voice did quiver as we parted,
Yet knew I not that heart was broken
From which it came, and I departed
Heeding not the words then spoken.
Misery--O Misery,
This world is all too wide for thee.
More verses by Percy Bysshe Shelley
- Queen Mab: Part Ii.
- Queen Mab: Part V.
- Marenghi
- Life Rounded With Sleep
- Fragment: Thoughts Come And Go In Solitude