| Andrew Macphail, comp. The Book of Sorrow. 1916. | | | XXIV. Bitter Sorrow
Death | | By Percy Bysshe Shelley (1792–1822) |
| | | THEY die—the dead return not—Misery | |
| Sits near an open grave and calls them over, | |
| A Youth with hoary hair and haggard eye— | |
| They are the names of kindred, friend, and lover, | |
| Which he so feebly calls—they all are gone— | 5 |
| Fond wretch, all dead! those vacant names alone, | |
| This most familiar scene, my pain— | |
| These tombs—alone remain. | |
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| Misery, my sweetest friend—oh! weep no more! | |
| Thou wilt not be consoled—I wonder not! | 10 |
| For I have seen thee from thy dwelling’s door | |
| Watch the calm sunset with them, and this spot | |
| Was even as bright and calm, but transitory, | |
| And now thy hopes are gone, thy hair is hoary; | |
| This most familiar scene, my pain— | 15 |
| These tombs—alone remain. | | | | |
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