I

by Percy Bysshe Shelley · (no date)
Published 01/07/1880
Part of Song: 'Rarely, rarely, comest thou'

Rarely, rarely, comest thou,

Spirit of Delight!

Wherefore hast thou left me now

Many a day and night?

Many a weary night and day

'Tis since thou art fled away.

#existential emptiness #longing #loss of joy #melancholy #percy bysshe shelley

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