XI
by Percy Bysshe Shelley
· (no date)
Published 01/07/1880
Part of Marenghi
No record of his crime remains in story,
But if the morning bright as evening shone,
It was some high and holy deed, by glory
Pursued into forgetfulness, which won
From the blind crowd he made secure and free
The patriot's meed, toil, death, and infamy.