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Andrew Macphail, comp. The Book of Sorrow. 1916.

Sonnet: ‘Ye hasten to the grave! What seek ye there’

Percy Bysshe Shelley (1792–1822)

YE hasten to the grave! What seek ye there,

Ye restless thoughts and busy purposes

Of the idle brain, which the world’s livery wear?

O thou quick heart, which pantest to possess

All that pale Expectation feigneth fair!

Thou vainly curious mind, which wouldest guess

Whence thou didst come, and whither thou must go,

And all that never yet was known would know—

O whither hasten ye, that thus ye press

With such swift feet life’s green and pleasant path,

Seeking, alike from happiness and woe,

A refuge in the cavern of grey death?

O heart, and mind, and thoughts! what thing do you

Hope to inherit in the grave below?