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“Nothing that I ever read in tale or history,” writes
Peacock, “could present a more striking image of a
sudden, violent, irresistible passion than that under which
I found him labouring.”
Dowden's Life of Shelley, Vol. I., Ch. 9.
Thou dull and foolish day,
Swiftly decline!
My love is far away,
No sun doth shine;
Hasten to thy decay
Thou dull and foolish day!
To-morrow's joy be mine!
Swiftly decline!
My love is far away,
No sun doth shine;
Hasten to thy decay
Thou dull and foolish day!
To-morrow's joy be mine!
To-night my love and I
Lie far apart;
To-morrow she shall lie
Close to my heart;
“Hither, dear morrow, fly!”
Beseech my love and I;
“Fly swift and slow depart!”
Lie far apart;
To-morrow she shall lie
Close to my heart;
“Hither, dear morrow, fly!”
Beseech my love and I;
“Fly swift and slow depart!”
To-day, when day is done,
Wearisome day,
Our blurred and surly sun
Scatters his ray
Over the lands where run
All day, when night is done,
Warm things at happy play.
Wearisome day,
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Scatters his ray
Over the lands where run
All day, when night is done,
Warm things at happy play.
This frigid land of ours
Scarce can be gay;
Too soon our summer bowers
Droop and decay;
Fair are the southern flowers,
Beyond this land of ours;
Fair is the southern day!
Scarce can be gay;
Too soon our summer bowers
Droop and decay;
Fair are the southern flowers,
Beyond this land of ours;
Fair is the southern day!
Then hasten on, thou moon,
Haggard and grey!
Roll up and onward soon,
'Mid mists astray!
Like thee in pallid swoon
We faint, thou haggard moon,—
Faint with love's long delay!
Haggard and grey!
Roll up and onward soon,
'Mid mists astray!
Like thee in pallid swoon
We faint, thou haggard moon,—
Faint with love's long delay!
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