'My head is wild with weeping'
by Percy Bysshe Shelley
· (no date)
Published 01/07/1880
My head is wild with weeping for a grief
Which is the shadow of a gentle mind.
I walk into the air (but no relief
To seek,—or haply, if I sought, to find;
It came unsought);—to wonder that a chief
Among men's spirits should be cold and blind.