Adonaïs
Peace, peace! he is not dead, he doth not sleep, He hath awakened from the dream of life; 'Tis we, who lost in stormy visions, keep With phantoms an unprofitable strife, And in mad trance, strike with our spirit's knife Invulnerable nothings. -We decay Like corpses in a charnel; fear and grief Convulse us and consume us day by day, And cold hopes swarm like worms within our living clay. ******* ✎ Percy Bysshe Shelley (Horsham, Sussex, England, 4 August 1792 ~ Gulf of La Spezia, Kingdom of Sardinia, 8 July 1822). ◙ Artwork: William Blake.