“When the lamp is shattered
The light in the dust lies dead —
When the cloud is scattered,
The rainbow's glory is shed.
When the lute is broken,
Sweet tones are remembered not;
When the lips have spoken,
Loved accents are soon forgot.”
More from Percy Bysshe Shelley
“Life and the world, or whatever we call that which we are and feel, is an astonishing…”
“In fact, the truth cannot be communicated until it is perceived.”
“The cemetery is an open space among the ruins, covered in winter with violets and daisies.…”
“How wonderful is Death, Death and his brother Sleep!”