Percy Bysshe Shelley,
The Revolt of Islam — Canto V
(1818)
“ Are haunts of happiest dwellers; man and woman, Their common bondage burst, may freely borrow From lawless love a solace for their sorrow; For oft we still must weep, since we are human. A stormy night's serenest morrow, Whose showers are pity's gentle tears, Whose clouds are smiles of those that die Like infants without hopes or fears, And whose beams are joys that lie In blended hearts, now holds dominion,— The dawn of mind, which, upwards on a pinion Borne, swift as sunrise, far illumines space, And clasps this barren world in its own bright embrace! ”
