KNIGHT-ERRANT of the Never-ending Quest, And Minstrel of the Unfulfilled Desire; For ever tuning thy frail earthly lyre To some unearthly music, and possessed With painful passionate longing to invest The golden dream of Love's immortal fire With mortal robes of beautiful attire, And fold perfection to thy throbbing breast! What wonder, Shelley, that the restless wave Should claim thee and the leaping flame consume Thy drifted form on Viareggio's beach? These were thine elements, -- thy fitting grave. But still thy soul rides on with fiery plume, Thy wild song rings in ocean's yearning speech! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE NO-LONGER-MERRY ANCIENT MONARCH by FRANKLIN PIERCE ADAMS FOR A BEAUTIFUL YOUTH by THALIA BELL THE TRUCE by HARRY RANDOLPH BLYTHE THE LIFE BEYOND by RUPERT BROOKE O MAY, THY MORN by ROBERT BURNS FRAGMENT OF A HYMN by JOHN BYROM |