by Percy Bysshe Shelley
And said I that all hope was fled,
That sorrow and despair were mine,
That each enthusiast wish was dead,
Had sank beneath pale Misery's shrine. --
Seest thou the sunbeam's yellow glow,
That robes with liquid streams of light,
Yon distant Mountain's craggy brow,
And shows the rocks so fair, -- so bright --
Tis thus sweet expectation's ray,
In softer view shows distant hours,
And portrays each succeeding day,
As dressed in fairer, brighter flowers, --
The vermeil tinted flowers that blossom,
Are frozen but to bud anew,
Then sweet deceiver calm my bosom,
Although thy visions be not true, --
Yet true they are, -- and I'll believe,
Thy whisperings soft of love and peace,
God never made thee to deceive,
'Tis sin that bade thy empire cease.
Yet though despair my life should gloom,
Though horror should around me close,
With those I love, beyond the tomb,
Hope shows a balm for all my woes.
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.