The Complete Poetical Works of Percy Bysshe Shelley - Paperback

[Composed May, 1814. Published (from the Esdaile manuscript) by Dowden, "Life of Shelley", 1887.] Thy look of love has power to calm The stormiest passion of my soul; Thy gentle words are drops of balm In life's too bitter bowl; No grief is mine, but that alone _5 These choicest blessings I have known. Harriet! if all who long to live In the warm sunshine of thine eye, That price beyond all pain must give, - Beneath thy scorn to die; _10 Then hear thy chosen own too late His heart most worthy of thy hate. Be thou, then, one among mankind Whose heart is harder not for state, Thou only virtuous, gentle, kind, _15 Amid a world of hate; And by a slight endurance seal A fellow-being's lasting weal. For pale with anguish is his cheek, His breath comes fast, his eyes are dim, _20 Thy name is struggling ere he speak, Weak is each trembling limb; In mercy let him not endure The misery of a fatal cure. Oh, trust for once no erring guide! _25 Bid the remorseless feeling flee; 'Tis malice, 'tis revenge, 'tis pride, 'Tis anything but thee; Oh, deign a nobler pride to prove, And pity if thou canst not love. _30