James and Mary Ford, eds. Every Day in the Year. 1902.
December 30On His Marriage to Mary Godwin
By Percy Bysshe Shelley (17921822)December 30, 1816
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Of peace and pity fell like dew
On flowers half dead; thy lips did meet
Mine tremblingly: thy dark eyes threw
Their soft persuasion on my brain,
Charming away the dream of pain.
Is strange, and full of doubt and fear;
More need of words that ills abate;—
Reserve or censure come not near
Our sacred friendship, lest there be
No solace left for thee and me.
Nor can I live if thou appear
Aught but thyself, or turn thine heart
Away from me, or stoop to wear
The mask of scorn, although it be
To hide the love thou feel’st for me.