To Wordsworth.
By Shelley, Percy Bysshe .
Poet of Nature, thou hast wept to know
That things depart which never may return:
Childhood and youth, friendship, and love's first glow,
Have fled like sweet dreams, leaving thee to mourn.
These common woes I feel. One loss is mine
Which thou too feel'st, yet I alone deplore.
Thou wert as a lone star whose light did shine
On some frail bark in winter's midnight roar:
Thou hast like to a rock-built refuge stood
Above the blind and battling multitude:
In honoured poverty thy voice did weave
Songs consecrate to truth and liberty.
Deserting these, thou leavest me to grieve,
Thus having been, that thou shouldst cease to b
That is I________
Name: mylias
Bdae: 16th March
Nicks: none
Job: jobless
Contact: Contact Me
I Strongly Like_____
the morning sunlight
breezy spring mornings
I Like________
Food: cheese
Drinks: pure cool water
Pastimes: stare into thin air
People: who stares back
I Have Strong Dislike For_________
tropical hot mid-day sun
freezing winters days
I Am Adverse To_____
People: politicians who tell half-truth
Things: slippery objects
Food: hot as in chillies
Music's Playing_____
Artist: Enya
Song: Watermark-Piano Soundtrack
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Let Me Know________
Knock On My Door
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