Fragment: Thoughts Come and Go in Solitude, by Percy Shelley

Percy Shelley

Fragment: Thoughts Come and Go in Solitude

My thoughts arise and fade in solitude,

The verse that would invest them melts away

Like moonlight in the heaven of spreading day:

How beautiful they were, how firm they stood,

Flecking the starry sky like woven pearl!

#English #Romanticism #XIXCentury

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