#title Death
#subtitle "They die—the dead return not—Misery…"
#author Percy Bysshe Shelley
#SORTtopics poetry
#date 1824
#source https://en.wikisource.org/wiki/Death_(Shelley,_1)
#lang en
#pubdate 2020-03-15T00:02:42



1.
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They die—the dead return not—Misery
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Sits near an open grave and calls them over,
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A Youth with hoary hair and haggard eye—
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They are the names of kindred, friend and lover,
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Which he so feebly calls—they all are gone—
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Fond wretch, all dead! those vacant names alone,
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This most familiar scene, my pain—
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These tombs—alone remain.
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2.
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Misery, my sweetest friend—oh, weep no more!
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Thou wilt not be consoled—I wonder not!
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For I have seen thee from thy dwelling's door
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Watch the calm sunset with them, and this spot
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Was even as bright and calm, but transitory,
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And now thy hopes are gone, thy hair is hoary;
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This most familiar scene, my pain—
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These tombs—alone remain.