KNIGHT-ERRANT of the Never-ending Quest, And Minstrel of the Unfulfilled Desire; For ever tuning thy frail earthly lyre To some unearthly music, and possessed With painful passionate longing to invest The golden dream of Love's immortal fire With mortal robes of beautiful attire, And fold perfection to thy throbbing breast! What wonder, Shelley, that the restless wave Should claim thee and the leaping flame consume Thy drifted form on Viareggio's beach? These were thine elements, -- thy fitting grave. But still thy soul rides on with fiery plume, Thy wild song rings in ocean's yearning speech! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ELEGY: THE GHOST WHOSE LIPS WERE WARM; FOR GEOFFREY GORER by EDITH SITWELL A MINUET OF MOZART'S by SARA TEASDALE LOREINE: A HORSE by ARTHUR DAVISON FICKE MOZART'S REQUIEM by FELICIA DOROTHEA HEMANS EPITAPHS OF THE WAR, 1914-18: CONVOY ESCORT by RUDYARD KIPLING LYSISTRATA: HYMN OF PEACE; CHORUSES OF ATHENIANS AND SPARTANS by ARISTOPHANES |