Percy Bysshe Shelley

“ And of Heaven and the giant wars,
And Love, and Death, and Birth,
And then I changed my pipings,
Singing how down the vale of Menalus
I pursued a maiden and clasped a reed:
Gods and men, we are all deluded thus! ”

“ THE fountains mingle with the river,
⁠And the rivers with the ocean;
The winds of heaven mix for ever
⁠With a sweet emotion;
Nothing in the world is single;
⁠All things by a law divine
In one another's being mingle;—
⁠Why not I with thine? ”

“ You tiresome verse-reciter, Care,—
I will pay you in the grave,—
Death will listen to your stave.
Expectation too, be off!
To-day is for itself enough;
Hope in pity mock not Woe
With smiles, nor follow where I go ”