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From the Arabic an Imitation

MY faint spirit was sitting in the light    Of thy looks, my love;    It panted for thee like the hind at noon    For the brooks, my love.

Thy barb, whose hoofs outspeed the tempest's flight,    Bore thee far from me;    My heart, for my weak feet were weary soon,    Did companion thee.

Ah! fleeter far than fleetest storm or steed,    Or the death they bear,    The heart which tender thought clothes like a dove    With the wings of care;

In the battle, in the darkness, in the need,    Shall mine cling to thee,    Nor claim one smile for all the comfort, love,    It may bring to thee.


Percy Bysshe Shelley

Percy Bysshe Shelley (/bɪʃ/ (About this soundlisten) BISH;[1][2] 4 August 1792 – 8 July 1822) was one of the major English Romantic poets, widel…

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