A Lament
O World! O
Life! O Time!
On whose
last steps I climb,
Trembling
at that where I had stood before;
When will
return the glory of your prime?
No more
--Oh, never more!
Out of the
day and night
A joy has
taken flight:
Fresh
spring, and summer, and winter hoar
Move my
faint heart with grief, but with delight
No more
--Oh, never more!
Percy Bysshe Shelley
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