IV
by Percy Bysshe Shelley
· (no date)
Published 01/07/1880
Part of Lines: 'When the lamp is shattered'
Its passions will rock thee
As the storms rock the ravens on high;
Bright reason will mock thee,
Like the sun from a wintry sky.
From thy nest every rafter
Will rot, and thine eagle home
Leave thee naked to laughter,
When leaves fall and cold winds come.