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Lyric Poem · Sad

Bereavement

by Percy Bysshe Shelley

How stern are the woes of the desolate mourner,

As he bends in still grief o'er the hallowed bier,

As enanguished he turns from the laugh of the scorner,

And drops, to Perfection's remembrance, a tear;

When floods of despair down his pale cheek are streaming,

When no blissful hope on his bosom is beaming,

Or, if lulled for awhile, soon he starts from his dreaming,

And finds torn the soft ties to affection so dear.

Ah! when shall day dawn on the night of the grave,

Or summer succeed to the winter of death?

Rest awhile, hapless victim, and Heaven will save

The spirit, that faded away with the breath.

Eternity points in its amaranth bower,

Where no clouds of fate o'er the sweet prospect lower,

Unspeakable pleasure, of goodness the dower,

When woe fades away like the mist of the heath.

This poem is in the public domain.

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