I faint, I perish with my love! I grow <br />Frail as a cloud whose [splendours] pale <br />Under the evening's ever-changing glow: <br />I die like mist upon the gale, <br />And like a wave under the calm I fail<br /><br />Percy Bysshe Shelley<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/i-faint-i-perish-with-my-love/
