To Hope Till Hope Creates From Its

I Have Made My Bed In Charnels And On Coffins, Where Black Death Keeps Record Of The Trophies Won

Alas! I Have Nor Hope Nor Health, Nor Peace Within Nor Calm Around, Nor That Content Surpassing Wealth The Sage In Meditation Found.

Revenge And Wrong Bring Forth Their Kind; The Foul Cubs Like Their Parents Are.

Less Oft Peace In Shelley's Mind, Than Calm In Waters Seen.

Whatever Strengthens And Purifies The Affections, Enlarges The Imagination, And Adds Spirit To Sense, Is Useful.