The Complete Poetical Works of Percy Bysshe Shelley (ed. Hutchinson, 1914)/Lines: 'When the lamp is shattered'
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LINES: 'WHEN THE LAMP IS SHATTERED'
[Published by Mrs. Shelley, Posthumous Poems, 1824. There is a copy amongst the Trelawny MSS.]
I
When the lamp is shattered
The light in the dust lies dead—
When the cloud is scattered
The rainbow's glory is shed.
When the lute is broken, 5
Sweet tones[1] are remembered not;
When the lips have spoken,
Loved accents are soon forgot.
When the lamp is shattered
The light in the dust lies dead—
When the cloud is scattered
The rainbow's glory is shed.
When the lute is broken, 5
Sweet tones[1] are remembered not;
When the lips have spoken,
Loved accents are soon forgot.
II
As music and splendour
Survive not the lamp and the lute, 10
The heart's echoes render
No song when the spirit is mute:—
No song but sad dirges,
Like the wind through[2] a ruined cell,
Or the mournful surges 15
That ring the dead[3] seaman's knell.
As music and splendour
Survive not the lamp and the lute, 10
The heart's echoes render
No song when the spirit is mute:—
No song but sad dirges,
Like the wind through[2] a ruined cell,
Or the mournful surges 15
That ring the dead[3] seaman's knell.
III
When hearts have once mingled
Love first leaves the well-built nest;
The weak one is singled
To endure what it once possessed. 20
O Love! who bewailest
The frailty of all things here
Why choose[4] you the frailest
For your cradle, your home, and your bier?
When hearts have once mingled
Love first leaves the well-built nest;
The weak one is singled
To endure what it once possessed. 20
O Love! who bewailest
The frailty of all things here
Why choose[4] you the frailest
For your cradle, your home, and your bier?
IV [5]
Its passions will rock thee 25
As the storms rock the ravens on high;
Bright reason will mock thee,
Like the sun from a wintry sky.
From thy nest every rafter
Will rot, and thine eagle home 30
Leave thee naked to laughter,
When leaves fall and cold winds come.
Its passions will rock thee 25
As the storms rock the ravens on high;
Bright reason will mock thee,
Like the sun from a wintry sky.
From thy nest every rafter
Will rot, and thine eagle home 30
Leave thee naked to laughter,
When leaves fall and cold winds come.