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Lyric Poem · Love

From the Arabic: An Imitation

by Percy Bysshe Shelley

My faint spirit was sitting in the light

Of thy looks, my love;

It panted for thee like the hind at noon

For the brooks, my love.

Thy barb whose hoofs outspeed the tempest's flight

Bore thee far from me;

My heart, for my weak feet were weary soon,

Did companion thee.

Ah! fleeter far than fleetest storm or steed

Or the death they bear,

The heart which tender thought clothes like a dove

With the wings of care;

In the battle, in the darkness, in the need,

Shall mine cling to thee,

Nor claim one smile for all the comfort, love,

It may bring to thee.

This poem is in the public domain.

“From the Arabic: An Imitation” by Percy Bysshe Shelley — quilloak.com/poems/from-the-arabic-an-imitation

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