I. <br />The world is now our dwelling-place; <br />Where'er the earth one fading trace <br />Of what was great and free does keep, <br />That is our home!... <br />Mild thoughts of man's ungentle race <br />Shall our contented exile reap; <br />For who that in some happy place <br />His own free thoughts can freely chase <br />By woods and waves can clothe his face <br />In cynic smiles? Child! we shall weep. <br /> <br />II. <br />This lament, <br />The memory of thy grievous wrong <br />Will fade... <br />But genius is omnipotent <br />To hallow...<br /><br />Percy Bysshe Shelley<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/from-the-original-draft-of-the-poem-to-william-shelley/
