Percy Bysshe Shelley — Fragment: I Faint I Perish With My Love

[Published by Rossetti, "Complete Poetical Works of P. B. S.", 1870.] I faint, I perish with my love! I grow Frail as a cloud whose [splendours] pale Under the evening's ever-changing glow: I die like mist upon the gale, And like a wave under the calm I fail. ***