I. <br />Swifter far than summer's flight-- <br />Swifter far than youth’s delight-- <br />Swifter far than happy night, <br />Art thou come and gone-- <br />As the earth when leaves are dead, <br />As the night when sleep is sped, <br />As the heart when joy is fled, <br />I am left lone, alone. <br /> <br />II. <br />The swallow summer comes again-- <br />The owlet night resumes her reign-- <br />But the wild-swan youth is fain <br />To fly with thee, false as thou.-- <br />My heart each day desires the morrow; <br />Sleep itself is turned to sorrow; <br />Vainly would my winter borrow <br />Sunny leaves from any bough. <br /> <br />III. <br />Lilies for a bridal bed-- <br />Roses for a matron’s head-- <br />Violets for a maiden dead-- <br />Pansies let MY flowers be: <br />On the living grave I bear <br />Scatter them without a tear-- <br />Let no friend, however dear, <br />Waste one hope, one fear for me.<br /><br />Percy Bysshe Shelley<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/remembrance-50/
