Fragment: A Gentle Story of Two Lovers Young, by Percy Shelley

Percy Shelley

Fragment: A Gentle Story of Two Lovers Young

A gentle story of two lovers young,

Who met in innocence and died in sorrow,

And of one selfish heart, whose rancour clung

Like curses on them; are ye slow to borrow

The lore of truth from such a tale?

Or in this world’s deserted vale,

Do ye not see a star of gladness

Pierce the shadows of its sadness,—

When ye are cold, that love is a light sent

From Heaven, which none shall quench, to cheer the innocent?

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