My head is wild with weeping for a grief <br />Which is the shadow of a gentle mind. <br />I walk into the air (but no relief <br />To seek,--or haply, if I sought, to find; <br />It came unsought);--to wonder that a chief <br />Among men’s spirits should be cold and blind.<br /><br />Percy Bysshe Shelley<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/fragment-my-head-is-wild-with-weeping/
