A widow bird sate mourning for her Love
Upon a wintry bough;
The frozen wind crept on above,
The freezing stream below.

There was no leaf upon the forest bare,
No flower upon the ground,
And little motion in the air
Except the mill-wheel's sound.

(C) Percy Bysshe Shelley
01/01/2000


Best Poems of Percy Bysshe Shelley

• Passage Of The Apennines
• Love, Hope, Desire, And Fear
• Letter To Maria Gisborne
• Good-night
• Fragment: Sufficient Unto The Day
• Fragment: Thoughts Come And Go In Solitude
• Adonais
• The Two Spirits: An Allegory
• An Exhortation
• Art Thou Pale For Weariness
• To A Lady, With A Guitar
• Remembrance
• Similes For Two Political Characters Of 1819
• To Wordsworth
• Lines Written Among The Euganean Hills
• In Horologium
• Fragment: To A Friend Released From Prison
• Asia: From Prometheus Unbound
• Fromthe Arabic: An Imitation