Melody To A Scene Of Former Times Percy Bysshe Shelley

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Art thou indeed forever gone,
Forever, ever, lost to me?
Must this poor bosom beat alone,
Or beat at all, if not for thee?

Ah! why was love to mortals given,
To lift them to the height of Heaven,
Or dash them to the depths of Hell?
Yet I do not reproach thee, dear!

Ah, no! the agonies that swell
This panting breast, this frenzied brain,
Might wake my —'s slumb'ring tear.

Oh! Heaven is witness I did love,
And Heaven does know I love thee still,
Does know the fruitless sick'ning thrill,

When reason's judgement vainly strove
To blot thee from my memory;
But which might never, never be.

Oh! I appeal to that blest day
When passion's wildest ecstasy
Was coldness to the joys I knew,
When every sorrow sunk away.