Thy dewy looks sink in my breast;
Thy gentle words stir poison there;
Thou hast disturbed the only rest
That was the portion of despair!
Subdued to Duty’s hard control,
I could have borne my wayward lot:
The chains that bind this ruined soul
Had cankered then—but crushed it not.

  • 0
  • 0
  •  
  •  
Entrar para comentar...
Email

Otras obras de Percy Shelley...

Algunos poetas que siguen a Percy Shelley...

Marnie Lawson Vishan Rai Gonzalo Oto Sanders R. A. Queiroz Marta sulamita™