To me this world's a dreary blank, <br />All hopes in life are gone and fled, <br />My high strung energies are sank, <br />And all my blissful hopes lie dead.-- <br /> <br />The world once smiling to my view, <br />Showed scenes of endless bliss and joy; <br />The world I then but little knew, <br />Ah! little knew how pleasures cloy; <br /> <br />All then was jocund, all was gay, <br />No thought beyond the present hour, <br />I danced in pleasure’s fading ray, <br />Fading alas! as drooping flower. <br /> <br />Nor do the heedless in the throng, <br />One thought beyond the morrow give, <br />They court the feast, the dance, the song, <br />Nor think how short their time to live. <br /> <br />The heart that bears deep sorrow’s trace, <br />What earthly comfort can console, <br />It drags a dull and lengthened pace, <br />'Till friendly death its woes enroll.-- <br /> <br />The sunken cheek, the humid eyes, <br />E’en better than the tongue can tell; <br />In whose sad breast deep sorrow lies, <br />Where memory's rankling traces dwell.-- <br /> <br />The rising tear, the stifled sigh, <br />A mind but ill at ease display, <br />Like blackening clouds in stormy sky, <br />Where fiercely vivid lightnings play. <br /> <br />Thus when souls' energy is dead, <br />When sorrow dims each earthly view, <br />When every fairy hope is fled, <br />We bid ungrateful world adieu. <br /> <br />AUGUST, 1810.<br /><br />Percy Bysshe Shelley<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/song-sorrow/
