Percy Bysshe Shelley
Remembrance
Swifter far than summers flight -
Swifter far than youth's delight -
Swifter far than happy night
Art thou come and gone -
As the earth when leaves are dead
As the night when sleep is sped
As the heart when joy is fled
I am left lone, alone
The swallow summer comes again -
The owlet night resumes her reign -
But the wild-swan youth is fain
To fly with thee, false as thou. -
My heart each day desires the morrow;
Sleep itself is turned to sorrow;
Vainly would my wintеr borrow
Sunny leaves from any bough