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Death

I.
They die--the dead return not--Misery
Sits near an open grave and calls them over,
A Youth with hoary hair and haggard eye--
They are the names of kindred, friend and lover,
Which he so feebly calls—they all are gone--
Fond wretch, all dead! those vacant names alone,
This most familiar scene, my pain--
These tombs—alone remain.

II.
Misery, my sweetest friend—oh, weep no more!
Thou wilt not be consoled—I wonder not!
For I have seen thee from thy dwelling’s door
Watch the calm sunset with them, and this spot
Was even as bright and calm, but transitory,
And now thy hopes are gone, thy hair is hoary;
This most familiar scene, my pain--
These tombs—alone remain.

by Percy Bysshe Shelley

Comments (8)

A wonderful lovely romantic reality poem
It is a wonderful narrative, abstract poem.The feeling of love between husband and wife is essential for their relationship.Thank you for sharing..10+++++++
A blessing acknowledged.....in beautiful lines....long live ur love! ! ! !
this a very passionate poem full of love and trust for each other.. very nice to read..
a beautiful poem expressing your feelings perfectly and a beautiful family.... god bless...
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