. The complete works of Percy Bysshe Shelley .... Loves Philosophy And the sunlight clasps the earthAnd the moonbeams kiss the sea: What is all this sweet work worthIf thou kiss not me ? Fragment: Song of theFuries I. HEN a lover clasps his fairest,Then be our dread sport the caresses were like the chaffIn the tempest, and be our laughHis despair — her epitaph !. II. When a mother clasps her child,Watch till dusky Death has piledHis cold ashes on the clay;She has loved it many a day —She remains, — it fades


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