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Percy Bysshe Shelley - St. Irvyne`s Tower
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I.
How swiftly through Heaven`s wide expanse
Bright day`s resplendent colours fade!
How sweetly does the moonbeam`s glance
With silver tint St. Irvyne`s glade!

II.
No cloud along the spangled air, 
Is borne upon the evening breeze;
How solemn is the scene! how fair
The moonbeams rest upon the trees!

III.
Yon dark gray turret glimmers white,
Upon it sits the mournful owl; 
Along the stillness of the night,
Her melancholy shriekings roll.

IV.
But not alone on Irvyne`s tower,
The silver moonbeam pours her ray;
It gleams upon the ivied bower, 
It dances in the cascade`s spray.

V.
`Ah! why do dark’ning shades conceal
The hour, when man must cease to be?
Why may not human minds unveil
The dim mists of futurity?--

VI.
`The keenness of the world hath torn
The heart which opens to its blast;
Despised, neglected, and forlorn,
Sinks the wretch in death at last.`
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