O World! O Life! O Time!
On whose last steps I climb,
Trembling at that where I had stood before;
When will return the glory of your prime?
No more -Oh, never more!
Out of the day and night
A joy has taken flight:
Fresh spring, and summer, and winter hoar
Move my faint heart with grief, but with delight
No more -Oh, never more!
This is the poem written at the lowest ebb of his life! Can freshness of Spring and Summer be ever regained in Winter? Shelley asks quite contrary to his former poem in his best of mood saying 'If winter comes can spring be far behind? ' This is the perfect nature of a romantic poet one has to make a note! ! !
Looks like somebody misses the good old days Too late now, buddy
It was a pleasure to read your work. Thank you for sharing Marta
lament note- Out of the day and night A joy has taken flight: ......... Move my faint heart with grief, but with delight O no, never more.......! all are the wood of indifferent, phrase of soreness.....
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
good one! really awesome