Adonais, Stanza XVIII
Adonais, Stanza XVIII
Percy Bysshe Shelley
Ah woe is me! Winter is come and gone,
But grief returns with the revolving year.
The airs and streams renew their joyous tone;
The ants, the bees, the swallows, re-appear;
Fresh leaves and flowers deck the dead Seasons' bier;
The amorous birds now pair in every brake,
And build their mossy homes in field and brere;
And the green lizard and the golden snake,
Like unimprisoned flames, out of their trance awake.
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Complete stanza text. Source edition: Project Gutenberg #10119.
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