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02. Sep 2006

When passion's trance is overpast


     When passion's trance is overpast,
     If tenderness and truth could last,
     Or live, whilst all wild feelings keep
     Some mortal slumber, dark and deep,
     I should not weep, I should not weep! 

     It were enough to feel, to see,
     Thy soft eyes gazing tenderly,
     And dream the rest--and burn and be
     The secret food of fires unseen,
     Couldst thou but be as thou hast been,  

     After the slumber of the year
     The woodland violets reappear;
     All things revive in field or grove,
     And sky and sea, but two, which move
     And form all others, life and love.

     Percy Bysshe Shelley (1792-1822)