Fragment: Amor Aeternus, by Percy Shelley

Percy Shelley

Fragment: Amor Aeternus

Wealth and dominion fade into the mass

Of the great sea of human right and wrong,

When once from our possession they must pass;

But love, though misdirected, is among

The things which are immortal, and surpass

All that frail stuff which will be—or which was.

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