IV
by Percy Bysshe Shelley
· (no date)
Published 01/07/1880
Part of The Magnetic Lady to her Patient
'Like a cloud big with a May shower,
My soul weeps healing rain
On thee, thou withered flower!
It breathes mute music on thy sleep
Its odour calms thy brain!
Its light within thy gloomy breast
Spreads like a second youth again.
By mine thy being is to its deep
Possessed.