Percy Bysshe Shelley

My father who owned the

And grew rich shoeing

Sent me to the University of Montreal.

I learned nothing and returned home,

Roaming the fields with Bert Kessler,

Hunting quail and snipe.

At Thompson's Lake the trigger of my

Caught in the side of the

And a great hole was shot through my heart.

Over me a fond father erected this marble shaft,

On which stands the figure of a

Carved by an Italian artist.

They say the ashes of my

Were scattered near the pyramid of Caius

Somewhere near Rome.

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