See yon opening flower
Spreads its fragrance to the blast;
It fades within an hour,
Its decay is pale--is fast.
Paler is yon maiden;
Faster is her heart's decay;
Deep with sorrow laden,
She sinks in death away.

(C) Percy Bysshe Shelley
03/31/2017


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