The complete works of Percy Bysshe Shelley ... . To ConstantiaI. HE rose that drinks the fountaindewIn the pleasant air of noon,Grows pale and blue with alteredhue —In the gaze of the nightly moon;For the planet of frost, so cold and bright,Makes it wan with her borrowed is my heart — roses are fair. And that at best a withered blossom ;But thy false care did idly wear Its withered leaves in a faithless bosom;And fed with love, like air and dew,Its growth — 352

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