"I am not one who was born in the custody of wisdom. I am one who is fond of olden times and intense in quest of the sacred knowing of the ancients." Gustave Courbet

04 August 2024

Happy Birthday, Shelley

Curran, Percy Bysshe Shelley,1819


THE PAST

I
Wilt thou forget the happy hours
Which we buried in Love's sweet bowers,
Heaping over their corpses cold
Blossoms and leaves, instead of mould?
Blossoms which were the joys that fell,5
And leaves, the hopes that yet remain.

II
Forget the dead, the past? Oh, yet
There are ghosts that may take revenge for it,
Memories that make the heart a tomb,
Regrets which glide through the spirit's gloom,10
And with ghastly whispers tell
That joy, once lost, is pain.

Percy Bysshe Shelley, born on this day in 1792

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