Poem of the week: To … by Percy Bysshe
Shelley
Mind is clean, calm and not for
chattering,
Neither
profane and soiled, giving way
Only for salutary endings and positive
Beginnings with aura blithe and bright.
World of pity seems far off,
World of hope too elusive,
Yet hanging on a rope of faith
by your side I am steady and serene.
It is not mere love, nor longing,
A worshipful veneration for you,
Undisturbed and unquestioned,
Times will not change or check.
The night does not prolong,
Desires for the day amplify,
Seek
for Sun and serene
for seduction Of sorrow .
Let us long for day ,
Bright star in our hands.
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