IV
by Percy Bysshe Shelley
· (no date)
Published 01/07/1880
Part of To Mary Wollstonecraft Godwin
Upon my heart thy accents sweet
Of peace and pity fell like dew
On flowers half dead;—thy lips did meet
Mine tremblingly; thy dark eyes threw
Their soft persuasion on my brain,
Charming away its dream of pain.