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Hunt and Lee, comps.  The Book of the Sonnet.  1867.
 
I. To Wordsworth
By Percy Bysshe Shelley (1792–1822)
 
POET of Nature! thou hast wept to know
That things depart which never may return!
Childhood and youth, friendship and love’s first glow,
Have fled like sweet dreams, leaving thee to mourn.
These common woes I feel. One loss is mine        5
Which thou too feel’st; yet I alone deplore.
Thou wert as a lone star, whose light did shine
On some frail bark in winter’s midnight roar:
Thou hast like to a rock-built refuge stood
Above the blind and battling multitude.        10
In honored poverty thy voice did weave
Songs consecrate to truth and liberty:—
Deserting these, thou leavest me to grieve,
Thus having been, that thou shouldst cease to be.
 
 
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