---

Percy Bysshe Shelley - The Aziola
Work rating: Low

I.
`Do you not hear the Aziola cry?
Methinks she must be nigh,`
Said Mary, as we sate
In dusk, ere stars were lit, or candles brought;
And I, who thought 
This Aziola was some tedious woman,
Asked, `Who is Aziola?` How elate
I felt to know that it was nothing human,
No mockery of myself to fear or hate:
And Mary saw my soul,
And laughed, and said, `Disquiet yourself not;
`Tis nothing but a little downy owl.`

II.
Sad Aziola! many an eventide
Thy music I had heard
By wood and stream, meadow and mountain-side, 
And fields and marshes wide,--
Such as nor voice, nor lute, nor wind, nor bird,
The soul ever stirred;
Unlike and far sweeter than them all.
Sad Aziola! from that moment I
Loved thee and thy sad cry.
Source
The script ran 0.001 seconds.