I.
I fear thy kisses, gentle maiden,
Thou needest not fear mine;
My spirit is too deeply laden
Ever to burthen thine.
II.
I fear thy mien, thy tones, thy motion,
Thou needest not fear mine;
Innocent is the heart’s devotion
With which I worship thine.
More verses by Percy Bysshe Shelley
- The Woodman And The Nightingale
- To Jane: The Keen Stars Were Twinkling
- To Jane: The Recollection
- To Death
- The Tower Of Famine