Why is it said thou canst not live <br />In a youthful breast and fair, <br />Since thou eternal life canst give, <br />Canst bloom for ever there? <br />Since withering pain no power possessed, <br />Nor age, to blanch thy vermeil hue, <br />Nor time's dread victor, death, confessed, <br />Though bathed with his poison dew, <br />Still thou retain'st unchanging bloom, <br />Fixed tranquil, even in the tomb. <br />And oh! when on the blest, reviving, <br />The day-star dawns of love, <br />Each energy of soul surviving <br />More vivid, soars above, <br />Hast thou ne'er felt a rapturous thrill, <br />Like June's warm breath, athwart thee fly, <br />O'er each idea then to steal, <br />When other passions die? <br />Felt it in some wild noonday dream, <br />When sitting by the lonely stream, <br />Where Silence says, 'Mine is the dell'; <br />And not a murmur from the plain, <br />And not an echo from the fell, <br />Disputes her silent reign.<br /><br />Percy Bysshe Shelley<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/love-1799/
