Adonais, Stanza XXIV
Adonais, Stanza XXIV
Percy Bysshe Shelley
Out of her secret paradise she sped,
Through camps and cities rough with stone and steel
And human hearts, which, to her aery tread
Yielding not, wounded the invisible
Palms of her tender feet where'er they fell.
And barbèd tongues, and thoughts more sharp than they,
Rent the soft form they never could repel,
Whose sacred blood, like the young tears of May,
Paved with eternal flowers that undeserving way.
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Complete stanza text. Source edition: Project Gutenberg #10119.
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