English poem
Fragment: 'My Head Is Wild With Weeping'.
My head is wild with weeping for a grief Which is the shadow of a gentle mind. I walk into the air (but no relief To seek,—or haply, if I sought, to find; It came unsought);—to wonder that a chief Among men's spirits should be cold and blind.
More by Percy Bysshe Shelley
- Fragment: 'I Stood upon a Heaven-Cleaving Turret'
- Fragment: 'I Would Not Be A King'.
- Fragment: 'Methought I Was A Billow In The Crowd'.
- Fragment: 'My Head Is Wild With Weeping'
- Fragment: 'Such Hope, As Is the Sick Despair of Good'
- Fragment: 'The Death Knell Is Ringing'.
- Fragment: 'The Viewless and Invisible Consequence'
- Fragment: 'Unrisen Splendour of the Brightest Sun'