Bliss Carman, et al., eds. The World’s Best Poetry. 1904.
III. AdversityA Lament
Percy Bysshe Shelley (1792–1822)O W
On whose last steps I climb,
Trembling at that where I had stood before;
When will return the glory of your prime?
No more,—O nevermore!
A joy has taken flight:
Fresh spring, and summer, and winter hoar
Move my faint heart with grief, but with delight
No more,—O nevermore!