Poem by Percy Bysshe Shelley (1792-1822)

Fragment: A Tale Untold


    One sung of thee who left the tale untold,
    Like the false dawns which perish in the bursting;
    Like empty cups of wrought and daedal gold,
    Which mock the lips with air, when they are thirsting.



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Beautiful. Thanks for posting!

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I'm a newbie, so if these poems have been discussed in the past, I apologize in advance. These are some of my favorite shorter poems of Percy Bysshe Shelley:

Music When Soft Voices Die (To —)
by Percy Bysshe Shelley

Music, when soft voices die,
Vibrates in the memory—
Odours, when sweet violets sicken,
Live within the sense they quicken.

Rose leaves, when the rose is dead,
Are heaped for the belovèd's bed;
And so thy thoughts, when thou art gone,
Love itself shall slumber on.


To the Moon
by Percy Bysshe Shelley

Art thou pale for weariness
Of climbing heaven, and gazing on the earth,
Wandering companionless
Among the stars that have a different birth,—
And ever-changing, like a joyless eye
That finds no object worth its constancy?


The Fitful Alternations Of The Rain
by Percy Bysshe Shelley

The fitful alternations of the rain,
When the chill wind, languid as with pain
Of its own heavy moisture, here and there
Drives through the gray and beamless atmosphere.