V
by Percy Bysshe Shelley
· (no date)
Published 01/07/1880
Part of To Mary Wollstonecraft Godwin
We are not happy, sweet! our state
Is strange and full of doubt and fear;
More need of words that ills abate;—
Reserve or censure come not near
Our sacred friendship, lest there be
No solace left for thee and me.