Percy Bysshe Shelley

Aug. 4, 1792 - July 8, 1822



by Percy Bysshe Shelley


Death is here and death is there,
Death is busy everywhere,
All around, within, beneath,
Above is death -- and we are death.


Death has set his mark and seal
On all we are and all we feel
On all we know and all we fear,


First our pleasures die--and then
Our hopes, and then our fears--and when
These are dead, the debt is due,
Dust claims dust -- and we die too.


All things that we love and cherish,
Like ourselves must fade and perish;
Such is our rude mortal lot --
Love itself would, did they not.

Published 1824.


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.