Original Poetry of Victor and CazireIV. Come [Harriet]!... V. Despair VI. Sorrow VII. Hope VIII. What is the gain of restless care ... IX. Grasp the dire dagger... X. The Irishman's Song XI. Fierce roars the midnight storm... XII. Sweet is the moonbeam... XIII. Stern is the voice of fate's fearful command XV. Revenge XVII. The Triumph of Conscience
Song. (Ah! sweet is the moonbeam...)
XII. Sweet is the moonbeam...
by Percy Bysshe Shelley
Ah! sweet is the moonbeam that sleeps on yon fountain,
And sweet the mild rush of the soft-sighing breeze,
And sweet is the glimpse of yon dimly-seen mountain,
'Neath the verdant arcades of yon shadowy trees.
But sweeter than all was thy tone of affection,
Which scarce seemed to break on the stillness of eve,
Though the time it is past! -- yet the dear recollection,
For aye in the heart of thy [Percy] must live.
Yet he hears thy dear voice in the summer winds sighing,
Mild accents of happiness lisp in his ear,
When the hope-wingèd moments athwart him are flying,
And he thinks of the friend to his bosom so dear. --
And thou dearest friend in his bosom for ever
Must reign unalloyed by the fast rolling year,
He loves thee, and dearest one never, Oh! never
Canst thou cease to be loved by a heart so sincere.
Source:The Lyrics and Shorter Poems of Percy Bysshe Shelley
Copyright 1907, reprinted 1913
London: J.M. Dent and Sons, Ltd.
New York: E.P. Dutton and Co.