Adonais, Stanza XL
Adonais, Stanza XL
Percy Bysshe Shelley
He has outsoared the shadow of our night.
Envy and calumny and hate and pain,
And that unrest which men miscall delight,
Can touch him not and torture not again.
From the contagion of the world's slow stain
He is secure; and now can never mourn
A heart grown cold, a head grown grey in vain--
Nor, when the spirit's self has ceased to burn,
With sparkless ashes load an unlamented urn.
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